Fang Ze looked at Bruce's clothes curiously and asked, "What brand of clothes do you usually wear? It will open my eyes to tell you."
"My clothes have no brand." Bruce pulled on his coat and said, "I have a factory under my name that manufactures major luxury brands. The clothes I wear are specially designed by designers and then handed over to my factory for production. I put it on after I got better.”
Hearing Bruce say this reminded Fang Ze of what Bruce said to the butler in the Batman movie, "Arrange a low-key car for me, let's just say a Lamborghini."
Really rich people are so pretentious that it's hard to complain about them.
Fang Ze and Bruce returned home. Seeing Bruce resting, Fang Ze turned on the computer curiously and checked the prices of replicas of luxury brands.
After all, everyone has a pretentious heart.
Then, Fang Ze looked at the price tags on the screen for replica clothes ranging from eight to nine hundred to more than one thousand, then looked at his bank card balance, and silently closed his laptop.
Forget it if you can’t afford the genuine product, why can’t you even afford the high imitation!
Bruce rested for a while, then got up and saw that Fang Ze had a dejected face, as if he had lost the meaning of life, so he asked, "What's wrong?"
"Old Bu, do you know any way to make money quickly and with a lot of money? Please teach me."
"You know a lot." Bruce sat on the sofa, took an apple, and peeled it carefully while saying, "This method is written for you in the laws of your country. The longer the sentence, the longer the time. The more it meets your requirements.”
"How did you get so much money at such a young age, Old Bu?" Fang Ze asked.
"Because my father is rich, my grandfather is rich, and my great-grandfather is also rich. And my family is called the Wayne family." Bruce answered matter-of-factly.
After listening to Bruce's words, Fang Ze became even more desperate.
Come, strong men, drink this bowl of poisonous chicken soup and meet us on the road to hell.
"But Fang Ze, isn't your profession a doctor? This is a high-income profession. You shouldn't have to worry about your income in the future."
"Uh, Lao Bu, you have confused the doctors in our country with the doctors in your country."
"Shouldn't the profession of doctor be a high-income profession in the world? This industry controls the lives of patients, so the income cannot be high, right?"
"Our country no longer eats from one big pot economically, but spiritually we still require everyone to work together and pay attention to selfless dedication." Fang Ze silently complained, "Of course, the most important thing is that our drug dealers make more money than doctors. "
"I'm afraid your resentful tone is a bit too much."
"I'm afraid I'll get hacked if I talk too much and go out."
Fang Ze chatted with Bruce for a while, and was about to fall asleep when he suddenly heard his phone vibrating violently. He opened the screen and saw that it was the only message on QQ that was of special concern.
Lin Xiaoxin: Emoticon: Poke you.
Fang Ze: Emoticon: Lick you.
Lin Xiaoxin: What a dirty expression. By the way, baby, you don’t know that I’ve been in pain all day.
Fang Ze: What’s wrong
Lin Xiaoxin: Because it’s too long. I just can’t figure it out. Most of the girls in our school will feel pain if they are 12 centimeters tall, and some can’t stand even 8 centimeters. I originally thought I was a tomboy, but I didn't expect that it was only five centimeters and I couldn't hold it in half an hour. I really don’t know how those young ladies on TV who don’t think it’s a big deal even if they are twenty centimeters can hold on.
Fang Ze: Your club is having activities again. If it doesn’t work out next time, just don’t give up even five centimeters.
Lin Xiaoxin: This is not the point! The point is, why aren’t you nervous!
Fang Ze: Why am I nervous
Lin Xiaoxin: Length, I mean length!
Fang Ze: You mean five centimeters makes you feel pain. Then next time, let’s go to three centimeters. I sent the little girl a note saying that three centimeters would satisfy her.
Lin Xiaoxin: Why don’t you want to be crooked
Fang Ze: Because I’m not dirty, I’m useless with routines.
Lin Xiaoxin: Humph, who believes it. I am going to bed, good night!
After Lin Xiaoxin sent the message, the status of QQ instantly became offline. Fang Ze put his phone on the bedside with an expression that he was used to, and was ready to go to bed. (What Lin Xiaoxin means is explained in this chapter.)
Early the next morning, Fang Ze got up and said good morning to Lin Xiaoxin, and then saw Bruce making breakfast again.
"I'll take you to eat hot pot at noon today." Fang Ze stretched his arms and said to Bruce.
"It doesn't matter what you eat. The main thing is that you still have three days to show me around the city."
"There don't seem to be any famous attractions in Haiping." Fang Ze began to think about what was worth visiting in this city.
"Don't go to the scenic spots, just walk around casually." Bruce replied, "It's rare to come to such a peaceful city, so I treat it as a vacation."
"Okay." Fang Ze nodded.
Then in the next three days, Fang Ze took Bruce walking around Haiping City for several days.
By Friday, it was finally time for Bruce to go back.
Although they only got along for five days, Fang Ze's impression of Bruce has changed a lot. From the crime-fighting Dark Knight who only existed on the screen, he has become a living person, giving Fang Ze a more intuitive impression.
Standing at the door, looking at Bruce who was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly reached out and hugged Bruce.
"Gaygay." Bruce raised his eyebrows and then said to Fang Ze, "By the way, I left you a small gift. I hope you like it."
What little gift
Fang Ze was about to ask, but in the blink of an eye, Bruce was gone.
Turning back to the house, Fang Ze wanted to look for the stupid cat Da Meow, but he didn't see it in the living room. When he looked up, Da Meow actually opened the door of the refrigerator and hid in the refrigerator.
"The electricity bill is free." Fang Ze walked over and said to the big cat, "Are you coming out of the refrigerator or should I close the door and lock you in?"
"I'm coming out." Big Meow jumped up and jumped out of the refrigerator.
Fang Ze grabbed the big cat with one hand and closed the refrigerator door with the other hand. Then he looked at the big cat and said, "I didn't feel how hot it was. Why are you hiding in the refrigerator?"
"It's almost too hot, cat." Big Meow said, licking his paws, "I just came back from a particularly hot place."
"Hey, your soul can still travel after leaving your body."
"I have more than one body." Big Meow said, "This guest is not dangerous at all, isn't he happy?"
"You'd better tell me what reward I can get this time." Fang Ze touched the watch-shaped anesthesia gun in his hand and asked Xiang Da Miao.
Although two thousand yuan is what Fang Ze urgently needs now, the reward from Big Meow is indeed more precious. After all, Conan's watch-type tranquilizer gun alone helped him a lot.
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Thanks to the book friends, the trousers fried vest, 75 mountain guns, 1604****1613 for the reward.
The length Lin Xiaoxin mentioned is high heels, brothers. If you want to be crooked, just face the wall. By the way, two updates, please vote for recommendation.
(End of chapter)