Rebirth 1992: Beaten by the uncle at the beginning

Recently, Hu Haifeng's life has become more and more prosperous.

With Zheng Yueguo joining, the business of the fast food restaurant is getting better and better, and he is finally freed from the busyness of the fast food restaurant.

Today he came to a motorcycle shop and planned to buy a motorcycle.

"Boss, what kind of car are you looking at?" As soon as Hu Haifeng walked in, the store clerk came up to him and asked.

"I'll take a casual look first and make a decision later." Hu Haifeng said casually and looked around.

Not to mention, this motorcycle shop is quite complete.

There are motorcycles imported from abroad and domestic brands.

Then his eyes lit up and he discovered his target this time.

He came to a Suzuki 125, rode on it and gave it a try.

This car is indeed very popular these days. It is the dream of many men. Owning a motorcycle, especially one as popular as the Suzuki 125, is more prestigious than driving a luxury car in later generations.

You must know that this car has sold six million units, which shows its popularity.

"Boss, I see you know your stuff right away. I won't say anything more. I'll give you the lowest price, twenty-three thousand five thousand." said the clerk at the motorcycle shop.

Hu Haifeng nodded secretly, this price is relatively fair.

This car is so famous in China that its price is almost transparent.

However, this is a standard car for rich people, and ordinary families cannot afford it.

There are two households worth ten thousand yuan.

"No, I'll look at other things."

Hu Haifeng said that it was good, but it was of little use to him and was just a means of transportation.

Why are you so cool?

"How about looking at Wuyang motorcycles? The price is only over 10,000."

The motorcycle shop clerk thought Hu Haifeng didn't have that much money, so he recommended cheaper ones instead.

"No need, actually I came here for little Mulan."

As he spoke, Hu Haifeng walked up to a small, red motorcycle.

"Are you a grown man buying this?"

The motorcycle shop clerk asked in surprise.

This car is not bad, it is even comparable to the Suzuki 125, and more than four million motorcycles have been sold nationwide.

However, most women ride it. Its design is very simple, cute and compact, easy to use, and most suitable for women.

"What's wrong with a grown man riding this? Isn't it okay?" Hu Haifeng asked. Mulan was a motorcycle he had always wanted to own when he was young.

Of course, his choice of Mulan this time was not entirely because he wanted to realize his dream back then.

It's more because Zhou Shuya also likes this motorcycle.

Zhou Shuya had never expressed such thoughts to him, but he remembered that when he saw this motorcycle once, Zhou Shuya's eyes widened.

So he decided to buy one for Zhou Shuya. As for him, he would eventually buy a car in the future.

"Okay, of course. Do you want to buy it now? I'll give you the lowest price, two thousand five thousand."

"Yes, now go get me a brand new car and fill it up with gas."

The clerk at the motorcycle shop was very surprised. In fact, the price of this motorcycle was still negotiable.

In his opinion, Hu Haifeng was not a particularly wealthy person, so he would care about the price. However, on the contrary, Hu Haifeng happily gave the money without even paying back the price.

When Hu Haifeng rode his brand-new and beautiful little Mulan back to the fast food restaurant, he instantly attracted the attention of countless people.

There are absolutely very few people who can afford to buy a motorcycle these days. Even for a small Mulan, it is equivalent to a family's annual income.

"Here, did you buy this?" Sun Dahai asked with envy in his eyes.

Hu Haifeng smiled and said: "Isn't this nonsense? You can't see that it's brand new. Are you envious? Do you want to buy one too?"

Sun Dahai now has enough money to buy one, but he still shook his head and said: "Forget it, I'll save some more money to buy a Suzuki 125, that one is more popular."

Hu Haifeng curled his lips and said nothing more.

At this time, Zhou Shuya, who was not too busy, also walked out of the store. When she saw Hu Haifeng riding little Mulan, her eyes went straight, just like when she first saw little Mulan.

"It seems that I made the right purchase." Hu Haifeng thought to himself, with a satisfied smile on his face.

Now I feel more happy and satisfied buying Zhou Shuya something I like than buying it for myself.

"Here, did you buy this?"

Zhou Shuya spoke with a vibrato, which was enough to show her inner excitement.

"To be more precise, I bought it for you. It's a gift from me. Thank you for sticking with me all these years."

Hu Haifeng said with a smile.

Zhou Shuya's eyes suddenly turned red, and tears flowed down unsatisfactorily.

She was terribly moved.

Hu Haifeng now really satisfies her, and he has slowly turned into the Prince Charming in her mind.

"Why are you talking about this here? How embarrassing. Besides, I can't ride a motorcycle."

There were clearly tears in her eyes, but Zhou Shuya's face was full of shyness and smile, and she looked indescribably bright and moving.

"What are you afraid of? I'm confessing my love to my wife, no one cares. It doesn't matter if you don't know how to ride a motorcycle. I'll teach you later. It's easy to learn. I just use it as a means of transportation these days."

Hu Haifeng said with a domineering look, people in this era are not good at expressing emotions, but as a person who came back from later generations, he has no taboo in this regard, and his face is already thicker than the city wall.

In the evening, Hu Haifeng took Zhou Shuya home on his little Mulan. The little girl sat between them and danced happily.

"Dad, our family has a car, and the motorcycle is so fast."

The little girl shouted, her face full of pride and happiness.

Zhou Shuya sat in the back, enjoying the summer evening breeze, feeling relaxed and happy.

"This is how people live." She whispered softly.

At the same time, near Hu Haifeng's house, neighbors were taking advantage of the street lights to enjoy the cool outside and chat.

At this time, a demonic figure appeared under the street lamp.

Wearing a dress and a women's Phoenix bicycle, she naturally became the focus of the neighbors.

"Liu Hongyan, your family has bought a bicycle. It's red and looks really good."

Someone said enviously.

When Liu Hongyan heard this, her face showed a proud look, and her eyes wished they could grow to the top of her head.

"It looks good, but it's a bit expensive. It costs two hundred yuan."

"But my husband still bought it for me without blinking an eye, unlike Zhou Shuya, who rode that broken three-wheeler all over the street."

Ever since Hu Haifeng and Zhou Shuya showed off in front of her last time, she has been unconvinced.

Today I finally got a chance to take revenge.

"Well, how can she compare to you? Until now, I still don't believe that Hu Haifeng can change his habit of being a bad gambler."

"Yes, I think they are just bluffing. They go out early and come back late every day, as if they are doing some big business."

"It's a big shit business. I think picking up rags is just fine. He leaves early and comes back late, just so we can't see his embarrassment."

Several people who were usually close to Liu Hongyan immediately said flatteringly.

boom!

At this moment, a roar came from a distance, and a bright light dazzled everyone's eyes.

Hu Haifeng came back with his wife and daughter on a Mulan motorcycle.

The store has recently hired people, so they can come back earlier.

"Whose motorcycle is it? It seems like no one buys a motorcycle near us, right?"

"A motorcycle costs several thousand. Who can afford it? Maybe they are just passing by."

"It shouldn't be. There's a dead end further ahead. It's impossible to pass by."

A group of people were talking at random.

It wasn't until Hu Haifeng parked his motorcycle in front of his house that a group of people discovered that the man riding the motorcycle turned out to be the bad gambler they called Hu Haifeng.