首先坦白,我是个穷二代。老爸长年在外地,拖着病痛的身子,赚点小钱,给家里过活。我在认识王雷雷之前,我对富二代一直是井水不犯河水,你有你的钱,和我有甚相干。遇到富二代公众场合拼爹、炫富,我当然就偷偷在心里啐他一万遍。王雷雷,要不是听别人说他父亲是个地产大鳄,单看他浑身上下的衣服,怎么也不像个有钱人。他身上衣服加起来所花的人民币,不超过一百元。他是个怪人,白天拉客户,晚上写日记,写什么日记呢——拜访客户日记。这年月还有谁写日记呢。有同事讥笑他,何必呢?这么卖力工 First, frankly, I am a poor second generation. Dad for many years in the field, dragging the body of pain, make a little money, to live at home. Before I met Wang Leilei, I was rich in water for two generations has been guilty of water, you have your money, and I have very much to do. Encounter rich second-generation public occasions fight father, show off the rich, of course I secretly in the heart 啐 he ten thousand times. Wang Lei Lei, either listen to others that his father is a real estate predators, just look at him covered with clothes, how not like a rich man. The sum of the clothes on his body adds up to no more than one hundred yuan. He is a weirdo, pulling customers during the day, diary at night, writing what diary - visit customer diary. Who wrote diary this year? Why do some colleagues laugh at him?