It's a coincidence that the car just left Wuzhou City and encountered the Mercedes-Benz s350.n∈ on the road again. I don't know whether it was for safety reasons or the people in the car didn't like the speed of too fast. The s350 was slowly driving on the asphalt road, which was more like watching the scenery of the journey than rushing. Wen Liang signaled that Chang Cheng slowed down the speed and lowered the window when overtaking side by side. After a while, the other party also opened the rear window, revealing Xiang Ziyu's beautiful face.

Wen Liang smiled and nodded, saying hello. Just as he was about to close the window and leave, he saw Xiang Ziyu pointing to the side of the road and making a stop gesture.

Um?

Wen Liang was a little surprised, but he still asked Chang Cheng to pull over. Mercedes-Benz S350 stopped. Xiang Ziyu changed his clothes, but the exquisite workmanship exuded a low-key luxury. The drooping black hair was simply tied behind his head with a hairband, revealing a small part of his fair neck, elegantly like a swan.

"Mr. Wen, what a coincidence, we met again."

Since he met in the hall that time, Wen Liang learned that Xiang Ziyu also lived in the same hotel, but he was busy carrying out operations on Shenyu Company and stayed silently, but never met again.

"Yes, I didn't expect Miss Xiang to leave the city today." Wen Liang smiled at Assistant Liu who came afterwards, and his eyes turned back to Xiang Ziyu's face, waiting for her to speak.

"Mr. Wen is going to go back to Jiangdong?"

The two of them had only met several times. It was abrupt when they asked others where they were going. Wen Liang couldn't touch her intention and smiled and said, "Yes, I've been out for so many days and it's time to go back. Where is Miss Xiang going?"

Perhaps the sun was dazzling, Xiang Ziyu narrowed his eyes, and a few faint wrinkles suddenly appeared between his delicate eyebrows, which looked very cute. With her beautiful face, it made people feel dazed.

"I, I'm on the same road as Mr. Wen. I'm also heading to Jiangdong. But we're just a new arrival and Lao Wei is not very familiar with the environment. Can you walk with Mr. Wen with shamelessness?"

Oh, come to Su Hai first, and then to Jiangdong. The journey was extremely hurried. What is the origin of Miss Xiang, who looked like a wealthy or a noble person?

Wen Liang was puzzled, but he was naturally calm on the surface, and he laughed a few enthusiastically, saying, "That's so honor!"

After that, he said a few more words. Xiang Ziyu and his party wanted to go to Guanshan, and Wen Liang had to pass Guanshan when he returned to Qingzhou. So he drove to Jiangdong at a speed that was much slower than the average speed of various vehicles on the road.

There was nothing to say all the way. When they arrived at the Changsi area, the sun was gradually setting. If there was only Wen Liang, at most, they would buy some water and food on the roadside, and then take advantage of the cool evening breeze and travel overnight. With Chang Cheng, there was no need to worry too much about safety issues. They traveled back and forth between Suhai, Jiangdong and Suhai many times, and never spent the night on the road, but this time they took Xiang Ziyu and others. It was obvious that they were arrogant and expensive, and they might not be able to bear the pain of long-distance travel.

The Audi car stopped by the side of the road, Wen Liang walked down and waited for Mercedes to approach. He went over and knocked on the window. Xiang Ziyu was indeed quite tired and forced himself to cheer up and asked, "Mr. Wen, what's wrong?"

Wen Liang pointed to a short distance ahead and said, "Miss Xiang, I'm afraid I won't be able to reach Guanshan before dark. Now there are two options. One is that there is a service station several kilometers away, so you can have a rest and have some supper. Then we continue on the road, or drive forward, get off the expressway in Changsi City, go to the city and find a hotel to settle for one night, and wait for the morning to go tomorrow. Look?"

For Xiang Ziyu, it is best to find a comfortable hotel to rest for one night, but since he said he wanted to walk with Wen Liang and the others before, he naturally could not take too much care of himself and smiled and said, "It's all Mr. Wen."

Wen Liang wasted too much time in Su Hai, and he was really eager to return home, and he didn't care about his compassion and said, "Then go to the service station to have some food and rest for a while, and we will continue on our way."

As a major highway artery connecting the north and south, the Beijing-Shanghai Expressway was fully opened to traffic in the mid-1990s. Among them, the Jiangdong section and the Suhai section were opened to traffic late, so the infrastructure was not perfect. There were only two service areas for more than 1,000 kilometers of roads. The cliff could be called this village and there would be no store. Moreover, these two service areas were not private enterprises in later generations that integrated catering, accommodation, refueling, and maintenance after market-oriented reforms. Instead, they were purebred state-owned enterprises that were planned, designed, acquired and built by the Department of Transportation, and then handed over to the expressway management department for operation and management. In this era, when state-owned enterprises were mentioned, the service level could be imagined.

However, no matter how poor the service level is, who can make people monopolize? There are so many people in sports cars all over the world. As long as you walk this road and don’t want to starve to death, you have to pinch your nose. So when Wen Liang and the others drove in, there were a lot of vehicles parked in the wide parking area, including large trucks such as Dongfeng Jiefang, and occasionally a few sedans are mostly official cars.

The main body of the service area is just a row of bungalows with seven or eight rooms, which are much larger than ordinary houses. On the left side of the room are gas stations and bathrooms for refueling, five rooms for accommodation, big shops, and one room can accommodate twenty people, but it is necessary to provide a letter of introduction or police station proof. However, this regulation is useless and no one strictly enforces it. The catering department is in the small room on the far right, with four wooden eight-immortal tables and long benches in it. The food served is mainly steamed buns and pasta. Even if there are too many people, you don’t have to wait too long, because one pot can serve ten bowls of noodles, which is a veritable big pot rice, so you don’t have to worry about the taste.

However, only four tables obviously cannot meet the dining needs, so there are more than a dozen tables in the open space outside, mostly long-distance drivers. It is midsummer, and there are not so many things to pay attention to when going out. They take off their shirts, bare-handed, wearing shorts, and pull slippers. They either eat vegetarian noodles in big mouthfuls, or drink beer with their rock-scissors and drinking beer. There are also a few women in the crowd of men. They should be family members on the train or passengers taking a ride, and are dealing with the verbal harassment of the big men around them, either ashamed or indifferent. These people almost occupy the verbal harassment of the men around them.

Most of the tables gathered together into a huge circle. Outside the circle, one table was a young couple with four little girls, the oldest was only six or seven years old, and the youngest was still breastfeeding. There were two woven bags stuffed with salutes by the legs of the table, which were dressed very simple. There were also four or five people wearing shirts and trousers sitting at the table, with black leather briefcases on the table. In addition to some meaty mutton noodles, two plates of boiled peanuts and cold lotus root slices made them tall and frowned from time to time to look at the lively and commotional drivers here. A look of contempt and disdain flashed in their eyes.

This is the most common scene on the journey in the 1990s. It is common for Wen Liang and Chang Cheng, but it may not be a very pleasant experience for Xiang Ziyu who first saw these.

Assistant Liu stood outside the crowd, smelling the various odors coming from his nose, and couldn't help frowning, and said angrily: "Is this the place you said to rest? It's so dirty!"

Wen Liang smiled and didn't say anything. Chang Cheng had long been disgusted with Assistant Liu and said sarcastically: "Yes. We poor people all eat and stay in this way. Miss Liu has a high status and is going to be wronged today."

Assistant Liu was so angry that his pink face turned red. He was about to retaliate when he was scolded by Xiang Ziyu and said, "Liu Ya, apologize to Mr. Wen!"

"Hmph!" Liu Ya turned her face and muttered in Cantonese: "Cousin!"

Wen Liang was a little smirk. He often went to Lingnan and Mingzhu in his previous life. He didn't know much Cantonese, but he still understood simple words. He also understood that Mingzhu people looked down on the mainland in this era and often called them "A Can" and "cousin" with a bit of discriminatory titles. Just like the mainland calling Hong Kong people "Gang Can" in the future.

It is also a very strange thing. Chinese people have foreign war laymen and civil warfare experts, especially the behavior of regional discrimination that greatly reduces per capita quality. Almost every province has its own "proprietary title", and some provinces even look down on each other, taking Su Hai as an example. South and northern Jiangsu are two worlds. The origin of this behavior is no longer verified, but it has been carried forward by some people who do not know whether it is because of the high brain circuit resistance or the long-term development of the limbic system of the hypothalamus. They are not ashamed but proud.

"Liu Ya, apologize to Mr. Wen!"

If Xiang Ziyu was a little pampered in the last time, this time he was really angry. Liu Ya pouted, her eyes full of grievances flashed with tears, and she lowered her head and said, "I'm sorry!"

Wen Liang actually didn't mind. With his heart, he was not as embarrassed as a girl. However, Liu Ya might not be as simple as helping Ziyu, and she looked a bit petty.

"Serious!"

Wen Liang smiled and received Liu Ya's apology, because at this moment he did not represent himself, but millions of mainlanders. He turned around and said to Chang Cheng: "Go and make a clean table, buy a few more instant noodles ham, by the way, buy a few bottles of pure water."

Because he was overcrowded, the free dining table was gone, but this little thing was not a problem. He walked to a table where three people sat around and asked them to put the table down with the diners on the table next to him, paid the price of five bottles of beer, and then cleaned the table and stools and moved them over.

"Miss Xiang, please sit down. The conditions here are simple, so I can give you one or two."

Xiang Ziyu hesitated for a while and knew that it was not appropriate to be particular about it outside. He smiled apologetically at Wen Liang. Just as he was about to take a seat, Liu Ya took out a tissue from her bag and wiped the bench again. At the same time, she looked at Wen Liang with a squint, and was very angry.

Wen Liang deliberately did not go to see her, and waited for everyone to sit down and asked, "Miss Xiang, are you from Mingzhu?"

Xiang Ziyu tilted his head and said strangely: "How did Mr. Wen see it... Ah, I'm sorry, Liu Ya was too rude just now." She was smart and instantly understood that Wen Liang had understood the words "cousin" that Liu Ya said just now, and thus guessed that she was Mingzhu.

Seeing this beautiful woman who had always been generous and showed a bit of embarrassing expression, Wen Liang was also happy and said, "It doesn't matter, it's just a title. In fact, it's a fairly old generation, and it feels pretty good."

The latter words were said to Liu Ya. She also heard Wen Liang's joke, and she felt even more ashamed and turned her head and said nothing.

After a while, Chang Cheng bought instant noodles ham and gave it to Dawei for help brewing. As for pure water, it was still produced by Yishan. Wen Liang thought to himself: Should I give Yishan’s marketing department some bonus after going back?

"Boss, I think the mutton noodles here are good, why don't you get a bowl?"

Wen Liang nodded. With their physique, they could not last overnight just eating some instant noodles. He said, "Go, cut two pounds of mutton, and then order steamed buns."

As for whether it is clean or not, he is not as particular as Ziyu!

"Okay!"

After the noodles were ready and served, Xiang Ziyu and Liu Ya had only eaten half of the instant noodles. Liu Ya was eating and pounding them, as if she was treating the instant noodles as the target of the blow, but Xiang Ziyu ate them in small mouthfuls. Among the people Wen Liang knew, this person was the most beautiful when eating.

"fragrant!"

Chang Cheng was eating noodles with a slight slap. No matter whether the person sitting opposite him was a beauty or a distinguished guest, it was his own business to eat comfortably. However, this kind of eating behavior made Da Wei on the opposite side look at him and couldn't help but swallow a few bites of spit. However, he didn't dare to speak up the instant noodles his lady ate.

While eating, a few disputes came from a distance. Wen Liang looked up and saw that the woman who was breastfeeding just now was being pulled into a remote dark corner by a fat driver holding a beer bottle. The woman seemed to struggle a little, while her husband was sitting at the table with a baby in his arms.
Chapter completed!