On the Mercedes Benz e200k, the song "god is a girl" was playing.
Fang Huai sat in the car, smelling the faint scent of wood air freshener, completely relaxed with his eyes closed.
It felt as though he had stepped out of the barracks and entered another bustling world, with neon lights crisscrossing and crowds bustling.
He was a city kid, with prosperity all around his home. Beyond the old street of Wild Water Ditch was the metropolis; he would sometimes brush past the hustle and bustle but never really immersed himself in it.
Now, perhaps in that military camp, that regiment, that company, that squad, he was someone extraordinary, but if he left that military camp, he would be as ordinary as anyone else.
The figure of Han Yong might suddenly start to loom large.
Still need to make some money.
An ordinary person who had worked in the big cities of Chongqing and Guangzhou for ten years after rebirth had never stopped thinking this.
