58: Chapter 58 Brother, this wine costs five thousand a bottle, you can even use it to rinse your mouth.

Jiangcheng University West Gate.

It was dinner time, and students were pouring out in groups of three or five. The roadside was filled with stalls selling fried rice and fried skewers. The smell of cooking oil mixed with the noisy chatter of people, full of cheap, bustling life.

"Vroom—"

A low, thick engine roar, like a giant beast clearing its throat, instantly drowned out the noise of the whole street.

Everyone turned their heads subconsciously.

A massive, shiny black object was forcefully tearing through the crowded flow of people, slowly driving over. The huge waterfall-style grille shimmered with a cold metallic luster under the streetlights, and the silver Flying Lady emblem on the hood made people's eyes sting.

rolls-royce Cullinan.

The snack street, which had been packed solid, was forced to make way for a wide road. The delivery riders on electric scooters, who usually zipped through gaps faster than anyone, parked their vehicles far away, afraid of scratching the paint on this giant, as they couldn't afford to pay for it even if they sold themselves.

The car windows were covered with dark, explosion-proof film, making it impossible to see the people inside.

Inside the car, Su Muyang held the steering wheel with one hand and pressed the car's Bluetooth phone button with the other.

As soon as the call connected, a deafening roar came through the speakers.

"Old Su! Damn you! Where the hell did you go?! "

It was the voice of his roommate, the fatty Zhang Bo, filled with tears and anxiety, "The counselor said you were taken to the police station? Qiang Zi and I just pooled five thousand yuan and were getting ready to bail you out! You must not do anything stupid. Even if we can't afford to offend that bastard Wang Hao, can't we just hide from him? "

Su Muyang felt a warmth in his heart.

This was brotherhood.

At his lowest point, when Qian Li left him because he was poor, only these "bad friends" who usually stole his instant noodles were willing to empty their living expenses to save him.

"Stop howling and save your energy to eat." Su Muyang looked at the familiar school gate ahead, his tone relaxed, "Wait for me downstairs at the dormitory. Don't go to the cafeteria to eat pig slop. I'm taking you to eat something good tonight."

"Eat my ass! It's this time, and you're still..."

"Beep, beep, beep."

Su Muyang hung up the phone and tapped the accelerator lightly.

The Cullinan, like a moving fortress, glided to the downstairs of the boys' dormitory.

Zhang Bo and Li Qiang were squatting by the flower bed smoking, looking worried. There were a few shared bikes parked next to them, looking like they were about to ride to the police station.

"Screech—"

The huge black car body stopped steadily in front of them, kicking up a gust of wind that made their hair fly.

"Holy crap! This car is so domineering!" Zhang Bo threw his cigarette butt away, his eyes wide, "Which rich second-generation kid came to our crappy school to show off? A Cullinan! Even if that grandson Wang Hao saw this car, he'd have to call it Grandpa."

Li Qiang pushed up his glasses, looking envious, "Stop looking, hurry up and contact Old Su. This kid isn't answering his phone..."

Before he could finish speaking, the thick rear door opened automatically.

A foot wearing limited-edition sneakers stepped onto the ground, and immediately after, Su Muyang climbed out, lifting his chin at his two stunned roommates.

"Get in."

The air froze for three seconds.

The lighter in Zhang Bo's hand dropped to the ground with a "clatter."

"Ol... Old Su?" Zhang Bo rubbed his eyes as if he had seen a ghost, "Did you... did you rob a bank? Or did you steal this car?"

"Steal your head. If I had that skill, why would I still be in school?" Su Muyang laughed and cursed, walked over to open the passenger door, stuffed the still-dazed Li Qiang inside, and kicked Zhang Bo in the butt, "Get in the car, I'm starving."

Half an hour later, Jiangcheng Hotel.

This was the most high-end restaurant near the school. Usually, students would just share a table in the lobby, but Su Muyang directly asked for the most luxurious private room, the "Emperor Room."

On the huge round table, the turntable spun rapidly.

Australian lobster, Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, steamed Dongxing grouper... dish after dish of hard food was served in a continuous stream.

Zhang Bo and Li Qiang huddled in their chairs, not daring to move their chopsticks.

"Old Su, how... how much does this table cost?" Li Qiang was good at math. He did a quick calculation in his heart, and his face turned pale, "Even if the three of us sold our kidneys, it probably wouldn't be enough."

"Waiter." Su Muyang ignored their panic and snapped his fingers.

A waitress in a qipao pushed the door open, smiling sweetly, "Sir, what can I do for you?"

"Get two bottles of liquor." Su Muyang pointed to the wine cabinet on the wall, "I want that Feitian Moutai, 53 degrees."

"Two bottles?!" Zhang Bo jumped up, pinning Su Muyang's hand down, "Old Su, are you crazy? That's several thousand a bottle! Are you so traumatized that you're planning to jump into the river after eating this 'dine and dash' meal?"

Su Muyang patted the back of Zhang Bo's fleshy hand with his backhand, with considerable force.

"Fatty, Qiang Zi."

Su Muyang stood up, took out the black gold card from his pocket, and slapped it on the table with a "slap."

"Let's re-introduce ourselves."

He looked at his two brothers, his eyes no longer holding the humility of being bent by life, only openness and radiance.

"I am Su Muyang. The Su Muyang who was penniless before is dead. Now standing in front of you is the biological son of the boss of Huihuang Group, and also one of the richest second-generation heirs in Jiangcheng."

The private room was so quiet that only the sound of the air conditioner could be heard.

Zhang Bo opened his mouth wide, his jaw almost dislocated. Li Qiang's glasses slid to the tip of his nose, and he forgot to push them up.

"Is it real..." Zhang Bo swallowed, reaching out to touch the black gold card, his hands shaking, "Huihuang Group? That behemoth that just acquired half of Jiangcheng?"

"Absolutely true." Su Muyang took the Moutai from the waitress and twisted off the cap himself.

The fragrance of the wine instantly filled the room.

He poured full glasses for his two brothers. The liquid was thick, and it clung to the glass noticeably.

"These past three years, I was poor, I often sponged off your meals, and I often borrowed your money." Su Muyang raised his glass, his eyes slightly red, "You never looked down on me, never despised me. This sentiment is more expensive than this table of food, more expensive than this wine."

"I'm treating you to this meal today. From now on, as long as I, Su Muyang, have a bite of meat to eat, you will have a sip of soup!"

"Cheers!"

Su Muyang looked up, and the spicy liquor rolled down his throat, burning his heart.

Zhang Bo and Li Qiang looked at each other and finally came back to their senses.

"Holy crap! My brother is a billionaire?!" Zhang Bo let out a strange cry, grabbed his glass, and gulped it down, "Then why the hell am I being polite?! This wine is five thousand a bottle, right? I'm going to drink it like water today!"

"Drink! Drink this rich guy poor!" Li Qiang was also so excited that his face was red and his neck was thick.

This meal was eaten in a frenzy.

Three big boys drank two bottles of Moutai, crying and laughing. From the embarrassing things when they first entered freshman year, to the frustration of Su Muyang being dumped by Qian Li, and finally, all the joy of holding their heads high.

After the meal, Su Muyang didn't let the bodyguard drive.

Taking advantage of the alcohol, he shoved his two dizzy roommates into the Cullinan and slammed the accelerator onto the Riverside Avenue.

The river wind whistled, and both banks were brightly lit.

"Awesome!!!"

Zhang Bo stuck his head out of the sunroof and roared at the wide river, "Wang Hao, you grandson! See that! My brother is driving a Cullinan! Your broken bmw is nothing!"

Su Muyang held the steering wheel, listening to his brother's venting, a wanton smile rising on the corner of his mouth.

Is this what it feels like to be rich?

It's really awesome.

Not only can it straighten your own back, but it can also make the people around you hold their heads high.

Ten o'clock in the evening, the Cullinan roared back downstairs to the dormitory.

The alcohol had dissipated slightly, but the three of them were still in a state of excitement.

"Old Su, I'm sleeping in your car tonight!" Zhang Bo refused to get out of the leather seat, "This floor mat is softer than my bed; I'm afraid I won't be able to fall asleep back in the dorm."

"Get lost, don't stink up my car with the smell of alcohol." Su Muyang laughed and dragged him down.

As soon as the car door closed, Su Muyang's movements suddenly paused.

Under the streetlamp at the entrance of the dormitory building, there were two people standing.

Or rather, two silhouettes.