Suppressing the urge to curse, Xiao Feng finally learned from Hua Ling about the basic situation of that young man dressed in a very hip-hop style.
The other party's na is Ma Digua.
When Xiao Feng heard this na, he almost burst out laughing. Ma Digua? Soone actually nad Digua?
Hua Ling explained that "Di" refers to the flute that can be played, and "Gua" is from "Tingguagua."
Although this explanation still gives a playful impression.
But at least it didn't involve sothing like "Horse that's like seeing cattle and sheep when the wind blows the grass," which is completely unrelated.
Ma Digua's family is in agriculture, dealing with a wide variety of things like strawberries, tea leaves, and even dicinal herbs, with a considerable scale.
It might not rank in Kyoto, but when it cos to Jiangcheng, it's certainly considered a giant.
Besides these, Hua Ling didn't know much else; she had no reason or interest to delve deeply into the other party's background and social relationships.
In fact, Xiao Feng asked out of a desire to know your enemy as well as yourself, so you won't be clueless about who's giving you money.
Yes, precisely!
To Xiao Feng, Ma Digua is soone giving him money.
Returning to the villa courtyard, he practiced a few basic moves.
Xiao Feng took a shower, planning to go to a hotel, register Hui Yi and others at a driving school, and send the car to an S shop for repairs.
Then, directly bring Hui Yi and others to Jinyue Garden to stay with Lone Wolf.
This way, there's no need to worry about unexpected events coming up.
When the eighteen martial monks heard Xiao Feng was taking them to a school, they all cheered enthusiastically.
The only one who looked different was Hui Shiba, who wore a worried face because he wasn't yet eighteen and couldn't take the driving test.
Hui Yi patted his shoulder, comforting him: "Shiba, it's no big deal; you just have to wait a few more months.
In the anti, why not admire your senior brothers' skills?"
Clearly, for Hui Shiqi, such comfort was like pouring oil on a fire.
But there's no way around it; being underage is a stumbling block. It's not like going to an internet café without an ID card; unless you change your age, there's no shortcut.
Xiao Feng soon arrived at the hotel, where Hui Yi and the others were already waiting impatiently in a neat line.
"Look, look, isn't that a supercar? How flashy!"
"Yes, it is a supercar. Didn't we see one before in the temple?"
"We did, but this one looks even cooler!"
As they were discussing, the sports car skidded to a stop, turned into a convertible, and they saw Xiao Feng in the driver's seat.
"Brother Feng, is this... is this your car?" Hui Wu asked in a daze.
Xiao Feng laughed, "Of course, and it's a limited edition."
Upon hearing this, the martial monks sward around the sports car, admiring it and praising its excellence.
However, when they reached the rear of the car, everyone's expressions changed.
The spot where it was rear-ended looked ugly, like a patched wound, ruining the overall aesthetic.
"Brother Feng, how about we ride in the sa car later?" Hui Shiqi eagerly ran to the driver's side, looking at Xiao Feng with anticipation.
Others also vied to ride in the sports car.
Xiao Feng flatly refused them and pointed ahead, "Walk along the road and take a taxi to Jinfeng Driving School; I'll go find an S shop to fix the car, and we'll et at the driving school entrance later.
Rember, don't forget to bring your ID or you can't register."
"Got it," the martial monks replied dejectedly.
After giving his instructions, Xiao Feng drove off without any hesitation.
The simplest principle is to be content with fairness, not scarcity.
The car seats are limited, and catering to the happiness of a few at the expense of the majority is not a wise decision.
Having everyone take a taxi might seem to ensure everyone's displeasure, but it creates a sense of fairness.
The most critical thing for a leader is to keep an even hand—impartial and unbiased is the proper way.
Xiao Feng casually pulled into a seemingly upscale S shop and got out of the car.
The staff who received him just glanced at Xiao Feng's car and imdiately fetched the manager. Few people could afford such a car in Jiangcheng, and he had that discernnt.
"Hello, are you here to look at cars or...?" The female manager, hands folded at her abdon, bowed and asked.
She wore a ponytail, had a charming appearance, and wore a professional suit with flesh-colored stockings, exuding allure.
"I'm here to fix the car," Xiao Feng replied calmly.
The manager nodded politely, "Please provide the car key; our staff will check your vehicle and estimate the repair costs."
Xiao Feng handed over the key, and the manager gave it to a staff mber, gesturing, "Please co to the office for tea, and we'll have the results shortly."
"Okay." Xiao Feng agreed, following the female manager to the office.
For so reason, he felt the female manager looked familiar.
This familiarity wasn't the kind you get from a common face, but her looks and casual gestures reminded him of a young punk girl he t while bartending years ago.
"Sir, what's your surna?"
"Xiao, no need for formalities."
"Xiao?" The female manager paused, scrutinizing Xiao Feng.
Xiao Feng frowned slightly, "Is sothing wrong?"
"I apologize, Mr. Xiao!" The female manager shook her head with a wry smile, "I just felt you looked very familiar, as if I'd seen you sowhere before.
This isn't just being polite—it's my honest feeling."
Xiao Feng was slightly taken aback; he found her familiar, and she felt the sa about him. Could she really be soone he knew?
"Please co in, Mr. Xiao." The female manager opened the office door, signaling Xiao Feng to enter.
Inside the office, the female manager picked up a photo fra from the desk, showing it to Xiao Feng, "Look, this person is , and this little boy beside , doesn't he look a lot like you?"
Looking at the photo of the girl dressed in a very non-mainstream fashion, and then at the youthful face beside her, Xiao Feng couldn't help but smile.
Ti could change a person so much that even he almost couldn't recognize himself from back then.
And while he was looking at the photo, the female manager was observing his reaction. Seeing the smile on his face, she tentatively said, "Xiao Feng?"
Xiao Feng snapped out of it, put the photo back on the desk, and grabbed the female manager's hand, pulling her into his arms.
The female manager was startled, instinctively resisting.
But at that mont, two words whispered in her ear: "Sister Tong."
Qin Mantong trembled, stepping back and touching Xiao Feng's face in disbelief, "Xiao Feng, is it really you?"
"Authentic as can be." Xiao Feng smiled, "I rember back then, Sister Tong was like a gang leader on that street."
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