The next day, everyone finished breakfast at home and went out.
Penguin Ma didn't plan to follow. After all, in his opinion, it would be inconvenient for him to go shopping with a group of children, and it would only cause unnecessary trouble.
He was a star of the company, after all. If a crowd surrounded him for photos, it would be troublesome.
Duke Peter, why are you going? Let's stay home for tea and chat. Penguin Ma called out to Dula Peter, who was about to leave.
Who wants to have tea with you? I'm going out. Dula Peter refused.
Old Peter, stay home and accompany Uncle Ma, or you'll be bored alone. Xia Feng turned back and instructed Dula Peter.
Yes, Master. Dula Peter responded, and glared at Penguin Ma with a resentful look.
You just can't mind your own business.
I came to China to accompany my master, to feel his aura constantly. Who wants to drink tea with you?
Dula Peter was utterly speechless.
Modu Guojin Center, this is one of Modu's largest shopping malls.
All the white-collar workers in Modu liked to shop here. Xia Lin was very familiar with this place and had been here many times before.
Brother Xia, you guys go in first. Qin Dou and I will find a place to park the car and find you later. National Little Wang said after sending everyone to the entrance of the mall.
En, okay, go ahead. Xia Feng waved at him.
The group then walked towards the mall. Guojin Center lived up to its reputation as Modu's largest mall. As soon as they entered, they could see famous brands from various countries. Xia Feng, in his long robe with long hair, walking in the mall was indeed a bit out of place, attracting many people's attention.
But this was not surprising. In this era of fashion, one was free to wear whatever they liked.
Brother, let's buy you a phone first. Xia Lin pulled Xia Feng and ran directly to the phone store.
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After National Little Wang and Qin Dou parked the car, they quickly took out their phones and called Jiang Xin.
Guojin Center, coming right up.
After the call connected, National Little Wang didn't waste any time and directly stated the location.
Okay, coming.
After Jiang Xin hung up the phone, he drove his Rolls-Royce straight to Guojin Center.
Jiang Xin had come out early in the morning and had been staying in the city center. To get there faster, he was on standby at all times.
Fortunately, it wasn't far from his place to Guojin Center, so he arrived in more than ten minutes.
Modu Four Young Masters Group.
Jiang Xin: I've arrived, where are you? (Took a photo)
National Little Wang: Parked the car at the entrance, waiting at the entrance. I'll create an opportunity for you then.
Jiang Xin: Okay, ready to receive orders.
Jiang Xin parked his car at the entrance of Guojin Center and got out, squatting by the roadside smoking.
Looking at the passers-by, Jiang Xin felt like a good-for-nothing for the first time, having nothing to do all day. It seemed he had wasted too much time in the past.
Fortunately, he had found a new direction in life, which was:
To be a lapdog.
Mr. Jiang, isn't that your young master?
A man said to Jiang Quanshui in a not-so-fluent Cantonese-accented Mandarin.
This man was the boss of Modu Guojin Center, the helmsman of Jiuyingji, Guo Fugui.
He came to Modu from Hong Kong for a visit and, having nothing to do, called his friend Jiang Quanshui. The two of them saw Jiang Xin squatting on the ground smoking as soon as they got out of the car.
Jiang Quanshui almost fainted from anger when he saw his son squatting by the roadside smoking with a swaying head.
Please excuse me, Brother Guo. I'll go deal with that brat. Jiang Quanshui said and strode towards Jiang Xin.
Old Jiang, don't be angry. Children are still ignorant, so don't be angry. Guo Fugui quickly followed and tried to console him.
He really regretted his careless remark, which had created conflict between the father and son for no reason.
Jiang Xin, don't you have anything better to do? What are you doing squatting here in broad daylight like that?
Jiang Quanshui walked over and scolded him from head to toe.
It's really disappointing.
Look at National Little Wang and Qin Dou, they've already firmly latched onto the big shot, and you're still squatting on the road.
Dad, why are you here? Jiang Xin stood up and asked curiously, then shouted to Guo Fugui: Uncle Guo.
En, Jiang Xin, apologize to your father. You've upset your father. Come to Uncle Guo's place for a sit-down later. Guo Fugui quickly played the peacemaker.
After all, it was his own loose tongue that caused this. If he hadn't been so talkative, this wouldn't have happened.
Uh? Apologize for what? Jiang Xin was stunned.
He hadn't done anything today. He got up early to wait for National Little Wang's call. He hadn't even had lunch. Why should he apologize?
This left Jiang Xin feeling very confused.
You brat, watch me beat you up. Jiang Quanshui said and made a move as if to slap Jiang Xin.
It's one thing to embarrass yourself at home, but you're still embarrassing yourself outside.
Jiang Quanshui couldn't hold back any longer.
Dad, just tell me what's going on. Jiang Xin stepped back and dodged Jiang Quanshui.
You tell me, what are you doing squatting on the road in broad daylight? Jiang Quanshui's chest heaved, genuinely angry.
I'm here to be the driver. Jiang Xin said.
Be the driver?
Guo Fugui was stunned when he heard this.
This Jiang Xin is really trying to anger Jiang Quanshui to death. You're a super rich second generation, yet you're here acting as a driver for someone else. Don't you think you've lost enough face?
If this were his own son, he would have dealt with him thirty years ago.
It's really embarrassing.
Jiang Quanshui covered his chest and pointed at Jiang Xin, unable to speak for a long time.
Guo Fugui quickly supported Jiang Quanshui and shouted at Jiang Xin: Aren't you coming back with us? Uncle can't stand it anymore. Look at how angry you've made your father.
Uncle, I can't go anywhere today. Jiang Xin shook his head and refused.
You... Hearing this, Jiang Quanshui raised his hand to slap Jiang Xin.
Jiang Xin nimbly dodged and said to his father: Dad, I can't let you hit me today. I have to be the driver for Young Master Xia later. If I get beaten by you, how can I see Young Master Xia?
En???
Be the driver for Young Master Xia?
Xia Feng?
Jiang Quanshui, who looked like he was about to die, suddenly became energetic. He pushed Guo Fugui away and shouted in a sharp voice: Who did you just say?
Young Master Xia Feng. Jiang Xin repeated.
Hahaha... Good son, good. Jiang Quanshui laughed excitedly, his expression changing faster than flipping a book.
Guo Fugui on the side was dumbfounded.
What's going on?
Is Jiang Quanshui driven mad by anger?
Or have both father and son gone crazy long ago?
What the hell, what's going on, someone tell me.
Guo Fugui stood at attention, completely bewildered.