My Teacher is Sun Wukong

Ma Rongchao has basically regarded Xiao Fei as a true good friend. Like his rich second generation, really good friends, in fact, very few.

Although he often interacts with the rich second generation in the circle, that kind of interaction is very hypocritical. With the interest relationship, it is the so-called wine and meat friends. And Xiao Fei has no interest in him at all. And Xiao Fei is good at martial arts, he can't, and he can win his respect.

With their ‘speculative’ conversation, Ma Rongchao has already drove into the city. When I saw a small gas station in front, I turned the car in.

It stands to reason that the Bugatti Veyron he opened should go to the special 4S shop to refuel. There are professional staff and professional services there. However, Ma Rongchao did not care much about this car, only sold more than three million sports cars. When I saw that it was convenient to refuel, I drove the car in.

"Excuse me, are you going to cheer?" He was a middle-aged uncle. The face of the Chinese character is dark and the skin is black. At first glance, it is known that it is often exposed to the wind. About forty years old, it looks very honest and honest. A middle-aged uncle like him is more common in China.

"Is this not nonsense?" Ma Rongchao said without hesitation.

In fact, if you drive the car here, you can do anything without refueling. He doesn't have to ask again. However, Ma Rong's super-running super-running, in the eyes of middle-aged uncles, is too luxurious, so he asked a question about no nutrition. Of course, the middle-aged uncle did not completely see the luxury car, he is doing this. During the year, there are occasionally one or two millions of luxury cars, come to him to come on.

"The car is a supercar of Bugatti Veyron. What brand of oil do you want to add?" asked the middle-aged uncle. Like this super sports car, refueling is very particular. In order to protect the luxury car, some car owners only add specific brand of engine oil to the car. The oil is expensive and cheap, and the quality is high-grade and low-grade. Of course, he has to ask.

"Give me my Italian Aini brand." Ma Rongchao said.

"I am really sorry, we don't have Aini here, only the local Mobil, and Shell." The middle-aged uncle said with some apologies.

"That would give me the Mobil 50." Ma Rongchao said.

"Okay." After finishing the middle-aged uncle, he walked into the store and took out a bucket of brand-new Mobil brand oil, then walked over to Bugatti and opened the hood. Ma Rongchao looked around and smelled the strong cheap oil that he had uploaded. He couldn't help but frown, and he took two steps back.

The middle-aged uncle didn't look at it and started to cheer for the car. He seems to be technically good, very skilled to open the oil drum, and then pour it inside.

I don't know if it's because of tension, and I rarely refuel for millions of luxury cars. Suddenly his hand trembled slightly, and the oil in the bucket poured out a lot and sprinkled on the outside engine. There are even a few drops that are sprinkled on the outside body.

"I'm sorry, sorry!" The middle-aged uncle seemed to know that he made a mistake and rushed to apologize.

"Snapped!"

However, Ma Rongchao did not pay attention to his apology, jumped up directly, and slammed him with a slap in the face. Ma Rongchao is going to take Xiao Fei to the Slim Horse Club today. All of them are super rich second generation. If he drives a dirty sports car, he will be laughed at by others.

Plus his car, it is not the top sports car, it is the ordinary kind, so that he feels that there is no confidence in the friend's face paint, and now it is blurred...

"I can't wipe it clean for you?" said the middle-aged uncle, swallowing. He knows very well that it is not rich or powerful to open such a super sports car. It is not his civilian people at all, can't afford it.

"Clean clean, just rely on your broken stall, have good materials to clean me? Do you know how much it costs for my super run, repair once?" Ma Rongchao roared.

"I can't pay for your money?" said the middle-aged uncle. The heart can only secretly call the unlucky one, and today I met a rich second generation.

Originally, middle-aged uncles were unwilling to cheer for those luxury cars. However, because I thought that the rich second generation shots were very broad, I agreed.

I didn't expect that I had just made a mistake this time and I was beaten unrelentingly.

"Loss money? Are you paying for it? I am Bugatti, worth 30 million, and I have to wash it once and have hundreds of thousands!" Ma Rongchao seems to be more and more angry, and once again he slaps his face.

Xiao Fei, who is sitting in the car, knows very well that his sports car is worth only three million. However, he told the middle-aged uncle that the car was worth 30 million. Bullying others is poor, bullying others have never seen the world. In fact, with his net worth, there is absolutely no need to deceive others.

His money is too much to use.

To put it bluntly, he just likes to bully others and likes to bully those honest people. He likes that kind of superiority, and sees the feeling of being weak and struggling in front of him. On the other hand, it is also looking for a sense of existence. If you have money, you will want to look for opportunities and show yourself above others.

Xiao Fei just looked coldly and did not stop.

I thought that Ma Rongchao really was a blind child, and he knew that bullying was weak. Just in the car, he and Xiao Fei talked about it quite well, because he couldn’t bully Xiao Fei. Once he is faced with a weaker person than him, his arrogant nature is exposed.

Ma Rongchao’s slap in the face was very embarrassing. The middle-aged uncle’s body slammed and almost fell to the ground. Ma Rongchao seemed to be playing harder and harder, kicking him kicking and kicking him directly to the ground.

Human nature really has a terrible side. When you hit someone, the more you play, the more you feel addicted. The more comfortable you feel, the more you want to fight. The more you bully others, the more you will feel good. Sometimes, I even want to kill others directly. It’s like being poisoned, you can’t stop.

The middle-aged uncle, who has never spoken, just let him be beaten, punched and kicked. He is not bloodless, and the mud has three soils. Only he thought that he and his family, and that his children needed to be raised, and there were old parents, so he chose to bear.

"Don't hit my dad." At this time, a seven-year-old girl rushed out of the store and hugged Ma Rongchao's leg.

"Get out!" Ma Rongchao saw it and kicked the little girl out.

"Wow!" The little girl who fell to the ground, wowed and cried.

Xiao Fei in the car, seeing this scene, his face is getting more and more ugly, and his expression is getting more and more fierce. "This Ma Rongchao is really getting too much."