Chapter 003: Friends of the Motorcycle

Bian Rui thought to himself, this is the reasoning behind it. How many Chinese people would be willing to pass on such a good thing to outsiders rather than to their own bloodline

Bian Rui looked up at a phoenix tree that had grown from a small sapling into a towering tree, while the incessant nagging of the old Taoist echoed in his ears

Alright, it is getting late, and I should be on my way

Xu Yifeng turned his head to look at Bian Rui, stood up, first gave Bian Rui a hug, and then smiled, "Wow, what did you eat? How did the dazzling Bian Rui suddenly make a comeback?"

Bian Rui traveled alone from Mingzhu all the way to Portugal, the farthest edge of Europe. The hardships he faced cannot be fully expressed in just a few words. Although there were difficulties, Bian Rui believes that what he gained from the experience is far more valuable than the challenges he encountered

"Just exercise more and keep your mouth shut," said Bian Rui as he casually pulled up a stool and sat down

"However, why did you pass it to me instead of the smarter Fifteen Brother? He seems to be much smarter than I am, doesn't he? If we are being honest, you should have chosen Twelve Brother. Why did you choose me?" Bian Rui asked again.

After the elder finished speaking, he waved his hand at Bian Rui and then stepped towards the door

Why is it just the two of you

After sitting down, Bian Rui glanced at his watch and asked, "How many of them are there?"

Hu Shuo said: "Come back, I will return the shares to you. As for the money, you can pay it back slowly. You can't just stop making money because of a woman, right? Besides, you still have a daughter. Raising a child is not easy these days"

Then let's meet at 7:30, and everyone should be there without exception

The old Taoist said: "Your fifteenth brother is indeed clever, but he is too clever, always thinking that others are more foolish than he is. Such a person is prone to arrogance, and if something is given to him, who knows what trouble he might cause. Your twelfth brother is honest, but he is overly rigid in his ways, and likewise, he is not suited to guard this treasure. It is precisely because of your nature, which can be described as superficially loyal yet treacherous, that you appear impenetrable, while in reality, you harbor many secret thoughts. It is this very disposition of yours that enables you to safeguard this treasure and pass it down..."

Upon seeing the appearance of Bian Rui, the old man opened his mouth and said: "The passage of time in the secret realm is different from that outside; if you spend a day inside, only a few seconds pass outside. There is no need to be overly surprised."

Bian Rui felt a bit speechless; no matter how he listened, he felt that the old ancestor's words did not sound like a compliment to himself

Hu Shuo threw his helmet onto the serving table and gave Bian Rui a hug: "It was all because of Old Xu's encouragement, saying that if I didn't join the pit, he wouldn't play with me. Goodness, you are as thin now as you were in school; can you still lose weight going out like this?"

The master has transformed into an ancestor, suddenly inheriting a mysterious space, which makes Bian Rui feel that the entire world has become somewhat unreal.

In daily life, one hardly spends any money; no matter how little one has, with the current funds at hand, one can manage to get by until receiving the pension.

The old Taoist led Bian Rui out of the secret realm, or rather, the space, and returned to the shop. When Bian Rui looked up, he noticed that the hands of the clock on the wall pointed to nearly the same position as when they had just entered.

When shall we go again next time? You have scouted the route, let's find a time to have some fun together, riding motorcycles all the way to Europe sounds exciting said Xu Yifeng

He has no idea that Bian Rui feels he has come to understand life, knowing what he truly desires. Life comes bare and leaves bare, and he no longer blindly pursues wealth

The tree species is planted in the Qian position, embodying utmost rigidity and yang. The sound produced resembles the grand tones of the Huangzhong and Dalu, resonating like the clanging of iron horses

Even if he opened a small restaurant, Bian Rui did not intend to stay in Mingzhu. Even if there was no space, he did not care whether the small restaurant was profitable or not. For Bian Rui, the small restaurant was a place for him to spend time with his daughter. Even if no customers were willing to come, Bian Rui could still cook with his daughter and cherish the time they spent together.

Haha, Bian Rui now resembles a twenty-year-old young man, instantly outshining us middle-aged men

Wu Shangbin also gave Bian Rui a hug and said, "Goodness, what on earth have you experienced in the past six months? If I had known you could lose weight, you should have taken me along. I would have cried and begged to go with you. Just look at me now"

Bian Rui has been away for half a year and has started to miss his group of friends a bit. Therefore, he nodded and agreed to the matter: "Alright, set a time for the evening, and I will come over then."

Bian Rui nodded

I am a little bird

By the time Bian Rui opened his eyes again, it was already six o'clock in the afternoon. He hurriedly wiped his face, mounted his cruiser, and headed to the place where they had agreed to dine.

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The difficulty in obtaining the Ming A and B license plates primarily stems from the fact that they are no longer issued. The original Ming license plates can be converted into automobile plates, and through various manipulations, the price of the Ming A plate has soared to 500,000. The B plate is also approaching 300,000. Do not complain about the high prices, as you may not even be able to purchase them, because most of those currently holding the plates are individuals who are not short on money

After Bian Rui and Hu Shuo saw off Xu Yifeng and Wu Shangbin, they stood by the motorcycle and began to chat

In the motorcycle enthusiast circle that Bian Rui is part of, very few people inquire about what others do for a living. Therefore, until now, Bian Rui only knows that Xu Yifeng is an executive at a company, and Wu Shangbin runs his own business. As for how much money they earn in a month, Bian Rui does not ask, and of course, others do not ask Bian Rui either. Everyone is simply like-minded motorcycle friends, without involving money or other matters.

"Alright, I've said everything that needs to be said. Let's go out; I will be leaving shortly," the old man said.

That evening, the brothers gathered at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, all eagerly anticipating your return to share your remarkable exploits, Hu Shuo immediately responded upon hearing this

After entering, he reported his name, and the waiter led Bian Rui to the private room

In the motorcycle community, there is a saying: young men are fond of unlicensed street racing bikes, as they are fast and thrilling, primarily for the purpose of attracting women. The key factor is their affordability, often being smuggled vehicles, typically costing around 30,000 to 40,000. As for the more affluent middle-aged men, they mostly prefer cruising, focusing on style.

Bian Rui turned his head to look at the old priest and asked, "Master, are you really my ancestor?"

No one drank alcohol either, as everyone was driving, so the meal did not last long, ending in just a little over an hour

After Hu Shuo said a couple of sentences, he hung up the phone

Suddenly, Zhao Chuan's singing broke the silence. Bian Rui took out his phone, glanced at it, and then pressed to answer.

The four of them were chatting about motorcycles, discussing which aftermarket parts had arrived, and which brand had launched a new stylish helmet, among other topics

Bian Rui, have you returned

If it were not for his daughter still being in Mingzhu, and the court ruling in favor of his ex-wife, Bian Rui would be too lazy to even run his small restaurant now. He would have gone back to his hometown, cultivated a couple of plots of land to grow his own vegetables, and leisurely lived as a social idler, leading a pastoral life and waiting to die.

Upon seeing these two cars, Bian Rui knew that at least two of his friends had arrived, so he parked his vehicle next to the two cars and entered the door while carrying his helmet

The old man stood up

Hu Shuo's company is performing well, and thus Hu Shuo is willing to return the shares to Bian Rui; this favor is one that Bian Rui must accept

Once everyone arrived, they began to order dishes while chatting as they waited for the food to be served

"I just arrived at Mingzhu this morning," Bian Rui replied with a smile.

The ex-wife Wang Jie did not obstruct or say much; the two exchanged a few words, and the call ended in less than a minute.

After hanging up the phone, Bian Rui glanced at the clock on the wall, then called his ex-wife to inform her that he would pick up their daughter tomorrow afternoon, intending to take her back to his hometown for the weekend

Bian Rui has known two individuals for several years; they are seven or eight years older than him. When he purchased his first Scout motorcycle, he was drawn into a small circle of enthusiasts who enjoyed Indian motorcycles. At that time, there were not many people involved, with only about a dozen members in the group. Now, however, the situation has changed. Just within Bian Rui's small circle, there are around one hundred people, and during gatherings, the atmosphere resembles that of a club meeting.

Moreover, a Mingzhu license, whether it is an A license or a B license, costs hundreds of thousands. As for a C license going forward? I'm sorry, you will only be able to drive in the suburbs and won't even be able to enter the city.

Hello

Bian Rui listened and patted Hu Shuo on the shoulder, saying: "Brother, I appreciate your intentions, but I really don't want to struggle like I used to. Now, I just want to live a simple life. As for my daughter, the things I have left should be enough for her to finish university."

Bian Rui picked up the teapot on the table and poured himself a cup of water: "So, just the four of us?"

Old Ancestor, may I see you off

Standing at the door for about five or six minutes, Bian Rui returned to the shop and re-entered the space. It was only then that Bian Rui realized that everything that had just happened was not a dream, but had truly occurred.

As he pushed open the door, Bian Rui discovered that his two motorcycle friends, Wu Shangbin and Xu Yifeng, were sitting not far from the entrance.

"How many more do you want? Just the four of us; too many people will make it too chaotic," said Wu Shangbin

"Don't say I'm just fooling you, it's getting harder to find good brands now, and fewer people are producing them. After the New Year, there happens to be someone who wants to produce, and you were the first person I thought of, but unfortunately, it's a B brand," Xu Yifeng said with a smile.

The old man opened his mouth and said: "Such a good thing, if I were not your ancestor, why would I leave this defiant item for you? Have you lived for over thirty years and still not understood such a simple principle?"

Upon their first encounter, the two motorcycle enthusiasts were taken aback by Bian Rui, who had transformed from a hefty individual weighing around 250 pounds back to the slender young man he once was. This remarkable change left the two who had already begun to gain weight wide-eyed with astonishment

However, returning to the previous state of being extremely busy all day, accompanying clients to drink until midnight, lost in intoxication and unaware of the way home, is something that Bian Rui absolutely will not do

On the other end of the phone, the voice of Bian Rui's friend, Hu Shuo, could be heard. Hu Shuo is Bian Rui's university classmate and a close buddy from the same dormitory. Their friendship has endured from university to the present. In the past, Bian Rui co-founded a company with others, which was quite successful. Even after Bian Rui withdrew his shares later on, it did not affect their friendship.

While we were chatting, the door to the private room opened, and Hu Shuo walked in.

In Hu Shuo's view, Wang Jie’s departure had a significant impact on his friends, causing Bian Rui to suddenly lose his ambition

Oh!

"No need for that! I am no longer accustomed to riding a motorcycle. You need not see me off, nor should you be sad. Having lived for so many years, it is time for me to go. After reaching seventy, it can be considered a joyful departure. I have lost count of how many seventies I have lived through; I have long since come to terms with life and death. You must live well, and live happily; that is enough. Filial piety is not about crying! It is not about appearances either. Pass on what I have given you to your descendants; the continuity of life is the greatest form of filial piety." You must live well, and live happily; that is enough. Filial piety is not about crying! It is not about appearances either. Pass on what I have given you to your descendants; the continuity of life is the greatest form of filial piety."

Bian Rui spoke while placing his helmet on the nearby serving table

I understand

Bian Rui hurriedly stepped forward and opened the door before the old ancestor arrived at the entrance. The old Daoist said nothing and got into the small, shabby Wuling van parked by the roadside, drifting away just like that. Bian Rui watched as the old ancestor's vehicle disappeared around the corner, remaining in a daze for a long time.

I have arms and legs, so I do not need your filial piety. I do not have many days left to live. Originally, I could have stayed for two more days, but you returned too late. If I were to stay for another two days, I fear I would not reach the resting place of my ancestors. After I am gone, everything in this house will belong to you. I will not say much more; just take good care of these things and pass them down. Do not speak of it to your wife, nor to your parents or children, unless you, like me, reach the end of your days. Only then can you pass these things on to the next generation. Remember!

The grandfather and grandson chatted together for more than two hours again. The old man spoke at length, seemingly wanting to impart everything he knew to Bian Rui

Bian Rui smiled and said: "In fact, I thought it would be difficult, but it is really not as hard as I imagined on the road. Sometimes, if there are minor issues, they can be easily resolved. If it really doesn't work out, contacting the embassy won't pose much of a problem either"

Upon arriving at the foot of the Drunken Immortal Tower, Bian Rui saw two large cruisers of the same Indian brand, differing only in model. On the left was a green and white retro Chief, while on the right was a pure black Indian Leader

Zhou Zheng is unable to come; his elder at home has fallen ill. Hu Shuo is already on the way, Xu Yifeng said

Those who engage in American cruising may appear to be outlaws in the eyes of many outsiders; however, those who can genuinely afford it are typically from the middle class or above. A vehicle costing around 100,000 is merely an entry-level car, which is not something an average family would readily purchase. It is certainly not something that petty gangsters can afford.

At this point, Wu Shangbin pinched the ring of excess flesh on his own belly, appearing quite helpless

Bian Rui and the two individuals can be considered motorcycle friends, and their relationships within the community are quite good

Bian Rui saw that he was also holding a helmet in his hand and smiled, "You finally got into the game, huh?"

Why bother!" Hu Shuo sighed

Of course, that's great! Bian Rui exclaimed.

The two brothers chatted for about ten minutes, and Hu Shuo also gave up on persuading Bian Rui. They both mounted their motorcycles and parted ways after two intersections, each returning to their own homes

Bian Rui nodded solemnly

After hanging up the phone, Bian Rui returned upstairs, tidied up the bed, and then lay down, reflecting on his ancestors and processing the events of the day. He was unsure how long he thought about it, but eventually fell into a deep sleep. After half a year of rough living, Bian Rui had hardly slept peacefully, but now that he was back in his own territory, this sleep felt relatively secure.

Bian Rui felt a bit reluctant: "Old Ancestor, could you stay a few more days so that I can properly express my filial piety?"

What is the purpose of making money? Isn't it just to live the way one desires? However, the way that Bian Rui wants to live now is truly not closely related to money

The old man turned his head and asked, "Is this place good?"