Fang Shi gripped the Motorcycle handlebars tightly, feeling the engine's roar echo beside his ears.
He could feel the wind whistling past his ears, carrying bursts of fresh air.
So this was what it felt like to own a Motorcycle. Everything became so real, so thrilling.
My son is amazing!
Along the way, he sensed the envious looks of passersby. He slowed down and rode leisurely. He had to cherish this vehicle.
But his strange behavior was more than a young man riding a bicycle by the roadside could stand.
Riding that slowly? What are you thinking? The bicycles behind you are eating dust!
That wasn't how you rode a Motorcycle. You had to get fired up!
Make the bicycles eat dust!
Seeing Fang Shi riding absurdly slowly, the young man pulled alongside him and could not help saying:
"Older brother, you're riding a Motorcycle slower than I'm riding a bicycle. You need to crank the throttle!"
"My son bought it for me. I'm not skilled at riding it yet!" Fang Shi said proudly.
"Then your son is incredible. He must be The Boss."
"He runs a small business, haha."
The young man who had struck up the conversation was mercilessly crushed. He worked himself to the bone for a month and earned barely over a hundred yuan. How many years would it take to buy a Motorcycle? And someone else's son had bought one for him. His son was definitely The Boss.
Fang Shi slowly rode the Motorcycle home. When he reached the village, the familiar villagers were stunned to see him riding one.
"Fang Shi, did you buy a new Motorcycle?"
"Eh, how could I afford one? It's not my vehicle." Fang Shi could show it off generously outside, but once he returned to the village, he had