chapter 1 The most noble young man

Shangning International Airport.

A Bentley with a golden angel logo was parked in the most eye-catching place among the crowd, and passers-by paid attention to the luxury car.

At this time, a man dressed strangely got off the plane following the flow of people.

The man's head was wrapped with an Arab-style turban. He was quite young, and his age could not be seen. There was a trace of weathered weather on his face. My beard hasn't been trimmed in months, and it's messy but stylish. The upper body is wearing a white shirt, and the lower body is a pair of military green shorts with a few thumb holes on the buttocks. As for the feet, he is wearing a pair of dirty yellow rubber shoes.

"Motherland, I love you!" the young man shouted loudly.

People all around raised their thumbs. It is not easy for young people who have returned from overseas to have a patriotic heart.

"Beauties of the motherland, I love you even more!"

However, the following sentence immediately made people stunned, and then they secretly cursed themselves for misreading.

The man came to the Bentley Mulsanne and said carelessly: "Hey, old man, how much does it cost to go to Licheng International?"

Sitting in the car was an old man over fifty years old. When he saw this strange man, the old man suddenly had a look of disdain on his face: "Foreign grandma, stay here for a while. Is the person driving this car going to be a taxi driver?"

Hearing what the old man said, the man rolled his eyes at him angrily and said, "Oh, I'm a real Chinese. Why don't I recognize the brand of this car? Bentley Mulsanne Limited Edition, Royal Exclusive Gold The Libiao Angel is limited to thirty units in China, and we only have one like this in Shangning."

When the old man heard this, his cheeks suddenly became dull and his lips curled up slightly, as if he wanted to express some complicated feelings, but he suppressed them.

"Well, let me ask you, old man, how much does it cost to go to Licheng International Company?"Charlot asked again.

"No, no money..."

"I know the experienced drivers in Shangning City are polite."

Charlot opened the door of the Bentley and got in. The old man in the driver's seat suddenly said excitedly: "Young master, you are finally back. It has been five years. I miss you so much. You were only 18 when you went abroad. Years old. Let me take a good look at you. The eldest young master has turned darker and thinner. Wow, my old servant has thought of you so hard these years."

Charlot smiled slightly and then said: "Shapur, didn't I ask you to drive a shabby car over here? Why did you drive a Bentley over to pick me up?"

"Young Master, you are simply trying to embarrass my old servant. This is the cheapest car in our family."

"Uh, no, it's too high-profile."Charlot shook his head, he was a low-key person.

"Young Master, let's talk while we walk. My wife warned the old servant in every possible way that within an hour of the Young Master's return to China, she must see Miss Clark and exchange each other's tokens of love before she can rest assured."

"What if I don't go?"Charlot asked.

"My wife also said that if the young master doesn't go, she will kill him first and then commit suicide, leaving him an orphan in the world."

"What a real mother."Charlot wiped the sweat from her forehead, and then said helplessly: "It's okay if I want to attend, but we can't be so careless and just drive a luxury car there, looking like a rich man, it will have a bad impact Ah. This young master is the most low-key."

"Young Master is right!"Steward Shapur nodded and said, "Our family has always made money in a low-key manner, and we also adhere to the low-key principle of making a fortune quietly."

"Shapur understands me. So these years, I have been working hard to make money abroad. I have been saving money for half a year and flying cargo flights. It is not easy to come back. Come on, get off the bus with me." Charlot opened the car door and Mr. Shapur followed closely.

Charlot walked to the front of the Bentley and pulled out the golden angel badge on the front of the car that symbolized status. Seeing this scene, Steward Shapur suddenly felt a pang of pain in his heart. Without this golden angel emblem, this extremely limited edition Bentley suddenly became an ordinary Bentley, and the price dropped at least several times.

"The young master pulled it out well. It seems that this Bentley is only worth a few million, which matches the young master's low profile."Steward Shapur congratulated Cai from behind.

"No, millions are too expensive."Charlot walked to a yellow taxi nearby, knocked on the glass door, and asked: "Hey master, how do you sell the headlights of your car?"

"Two thousand pairs."

Charlot took out 2,000 yuan in cash from her body, then directly took out the taxi's headlight, and then forcibly installed it on the Bentley's headlight.

"Uncle Shapur, go to the newsstand and buy me some newspapers, and buy some glue by the way."Charlot said.

"Okay, Master."

After a while, Steward Shapur ran over with a lot of newspapers and a bottle of glue. He wiped the sweat from his forehead tiredly and said, "Master, the glue and newspapers you asked for are here."