"No, no, it was my eldest brother who lost to me in a bet. He didn't like this car." Lu Mingfei quickly waved his hand and said modestly.

"According to rumors, Caesar doesn't like this car because it was a gift from his father, and he hates his father." Minister Fingal explained, "As for being rich, so is the guy next to us.

Let me introduce you to Miss Chen Motong, the top rich second generation in the country."

"Fingel, no one really treats you as a mute, so can you shut up?" Chen Motong looked at him lightly.

"Obviously, I really didn't realize it. As soon as I left the country, I fell in love with a rich woman."

"By the way, what about my greyhound?" Old Tang asked worriedly.

"Just leave it in New York, no one cares about your crappy car," Fingel said casually.

"Have you finished eating, senior sister?" Lu Mingfei looked at Nuonuo and asked.

"Well, let's go."

Four people...oh no, three people and one dog walked out of the Chinese restaurant. The owner and his wife even said hello enthusiastically. Meeting Chinese in a foreign country is always a gratifying thing.

"Damn, obviously, this car is so handsome!" Old Tang carefully stroked the Bugatti Veyron, his face almost touching the car body.

"Old Tang, you are almost becoming an idiot." Lu Mingfei smiled helplessly, "I even doubt if you want to lick it with your tongue."

"What do you know?" Old Tang said intoxicatedly, "Cars and guns are always a man's romance."

Lu Mingfei took out his cell phone and called Norma, and soon people from the school administration department arrived.

A big man with a shaved head trotted over and saluted Lu Mingfei.

It’s still the familiar buddy from before, Lu Mingfei thought.

"By the way, brother, help me keep the Greyhound for a while and put it in New York City." Lu Mingfei said.

The school janitor nodded, got into the Bugatti Veyron, and drove away.

"Obviously, who is that?" Old Tang asked curiously.

"Oh, those are the janitors of our school. If you have any chores, you can ask them for help."

Lu Mingfei said, "Don't worry, Old Tang, I have asked them to take care of the Greyhound."

"As expected of a noble school!" Old Tang gave a thumbs up and said with emotion, "There are even people who help the students with chores. It's so luxurious."

"I think too much, this kind of privilege is only available to students with A level and above."

"What about Fingel? Does he also have help with odd jobs?"

"No, it's more like him doing odd jobs for me."

"Junior brother, you don't want to expose others' scars!"

……

……

JFK International Airport.

"I seem to have no money to buy a plane ticket..." Old Tang took out his flat wallet and said distressedly.

"It's okay, I'll pay for it." Lu Mingfei said.

"How can this be done..." Old Tang said in embarrassment.

"You are not interesting enough!" Fingel patted him on the shoulder, "How can brotherhood be measured by money?"

"Senior brother is right." Lu Mingfei said with a smile, "We are all buddies, why do you still care about this small amount of money?"

"Are you saying you're not a rich second generation?" Old Tang said through gritted teeth, "A plane ticket is still relatively cheap? Except when I take a mission and take a plane paid for by my employer, I never usually take it."

"That's right! Damn bourgeois junior brother!" Fingel said in support.

"Then you pay." Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes and pretended to take the credit card back, "Anyway, senior brother, didn't you make a lot of money trading?"

"Just pay!" Fingel took out a few U.S. bills and slapped them on the counter, startling the conductor.

He looked at Lu Mingfei proudly, only to see Lu Mingfei saying to Nuonuo, "Look, if you give senior brother a try, he will obediently pay for it."
Chapter completed!