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An ordinary taxi parked on the street, and across the road, a red Toyota MR2 hardtop modified sports car roared out of the gas station.

When the glass was rolled down, the oiler on the opposite side gave a thumbs up.

"Use steel wire balls to block the exhaust pipe to ensure that Jiang Ershao's sharp MR2 becomes a soft-footed chicken."

Feicheng proudly said to Wu Xiaozu, "If you add some gasoline to him, if he can still run home, then I will write my name backwards on all the bills I sign on Bolan Street from now on."

"I don't know whether your name is written backwards or not. I just know that if your method doesn't work, you will never have to go to Bolan Street from now on."

Wu Xiaozu gently pushed on his sunglasses, lifted the clutch, shifted into gear, and stepped on the accelerator. The red taxi rushed out like a sharp arrow, and dynamic music floated from the radio:

"I am a migrant worker who walks around the streets buying things that hurt his intestines and stomach;

I found that it was enough to wash at the end of the month (too bad);

It is indeed caused by serious dampness and stagnation, and the most harmful factor is that Bo Shi Yu Chi shows his power (epilepsy over chicken);

If you just bark indiscriminately at all times, if you want to increase your salary, pick up a nasty look (a scare trick) and you should be serious about appetizing;

It's so generous to make a lot of money;

Half a catty, wet firecrackers will sound;

Half a catty, enough ginger, I grabbed my gun and went to grab it;

I have exerted half a catty of strength, and I want to talk to Luo Fan enough for eight liang..."

Xu Guanjie's "Half a Category Eight Liang" is full of rhythm. If you exert half a catty of strength, of course you will get back a harvest that far exceeds eight ounces.

…

On the side of Qingkui Main Road, a short man in a trench coat stood on a stone beside the road, carrying his mobile phone and shouting at the top of his lungs.

The surroundings were empty, let alone people. Not even a will-o'-the-wisp.

At this time, there were a lot of illegal racing in Kwai Chung, Tsing Kwai and Nam Wan tunnels. It became as famous as the Lantau Link later.

"Choose! I'm in Qingkui now!" Jiang Zhiqiang scolded, "I'm lying down just after the modification. You think I'm a villain and you're kidding me? Do you want me to give you a banner? Come on, hurry up. Find a car to take me!"

He hung up the phone angrily, jumped off the rock, and kicked the tire of MR2 with a furious look on his face.

"call--"

Suddenly, a Red Chicken drove past with its horn honking. Just when Jiang Zhiqiang was about to curse, the taxi suddenly stopped, turned on its taillights, and quickly reversed back.

"Do you want help?" Rolling down the glass, a handsome man pulled down his sunglasses and looked at Jiang Zhiqiang, who was standing there breathing heavily.

The glass was completely shaken down. Jiang Zhiqiang and Wu Xiaozu looked at each other. One was furious, the other smiled calmly.

The taxi's taillight disappeared, and two people appeared next to MR2 to fiddle with it, putting the "evidence" into a convenience bag and taking it away.

"Imitate racing like other people? I can beat you on a bicycle." Feicheng spat, despising this kind of rich man who only knows how to spend money but not cars.

…

"I just finished modifying the car and it turned into a dead chicken."

Jiang Zhiqiang, who was sitting in the passenger seat, complained a few words to the driver and nodded his thanks, "Thanks for meeting you today, otherwise I would have to continue standing here blowing the wind..."

"It doesn't matter, I like to help others the most."

Wu Xiaozu smiled and hit the accelerator, and the car sped out with a roar. Jiang Zhiqiang, who was talking eloquently, was so surprised that he quickly grabbed the handle.

"Man, you drive more powerfully than me! Has your car been modified?"

Jiang Zhiqiang looked at the interior of the vehicle with bright eyes. When he saw the red button next to the steering wheel, he couldn't help but laugh, "Wow, it even has one-button injection. Are taxis so majestic now? You're not here to race, are you?" ?”

"Yes, I was introduced by Shuida. He said he would accompany a young man to race tonight..." At this point, he stepped on the brakes and tilted his head, "It can't be you, right?"

"..."

Jiang Zhiqiang almost vomited blood and sent people to race and gamble. In the end, he was reduced to riding in someone else's car. It was so embarrassing. He was really known in the circle and could be used as a joke for a year.

…

"It seems you are the rich man?" Wu Xiaozu teased, "Does that mean I win tonight?"

"..."

Jiang Zhiqiang took out a roll of Hong Kong dollars from his pocket with a look of displeasure on his face and threw it on the windshield. "I, Jiang Zhiqiang, always talk about trustworthiness. But as I said, you are just lucky today. Otherwise, do you really think that just because of your broken car?"

Can Red Rooster beat my MR2?”

"Now you are sitting in my red chicken, where is the MR2? Then do you think the red chicken is better than the MR2?"

Wu Xiaozu glanced at the roll of Hong Kong dollars and pointed to the brown paper bag next to him, "I know Mr. Jiang that you keep your word. But I also know that you will not be convinced if I win you tonight. So I will introduce a business to you to compensate you.

make?"

Jiang Zhiqiang was startled, and when he saw the other person's gaze indicating the brown paper bag at hand, he picked it up out of curiosity. While flipping it back, he was wary, "Wow, don't hurt me, you guy. You're not just fishing for law enforcement, are you? If there's flour in it..."

"Script?" Jiang Zhiqiang's eyes narrowed and he glanced at Wu Xiaozu, "I understand that the club is looking for celebrities now, do you also want to hire me to film?"

"Young Master Jiang, you are so funny."

Wu Xiaozu said with a smile, "To be honest, tonight I relied on many connections to know that you, Mr. Jiang, are here to look for someone to race. Originally, I just wanted to talk about business with you after I beat you. Who would have thought that I would see you as soon as I arrived at the place?"

Until you stand alone on the roadside and enjoy the wind.

Don't look at me like this. You don't really think that I think you're handsome and I'm giving you a ride when I'm bored, right? Of course I'm asking for it from you." When you lie, you must have a mixture of truth and falsehood. Wu Xiaozu's "sincere" words are also true.

This made Jiang Zhiqiang put away his vigilance. Thinking about what happened, it seemed that this was really the case.

"I feel reassured when you say that." Jiang Zhiqiang stretched and looked sideways at Wu Xiaozu, "You don't want to discuss business with me in a taxi, do you? If that's the case, why don't you take me home to sleep."

"Location." Wu Xiaozu smiled and quickly put the car into gear.

"Lixiao Palace." Jiang Zhiqiang raised his hand and looked at his watch, teasing and provoking, "I wonder if you are good enough to catch the opening dance."

"Opening dance?" Wu Xiaozu stared at the road ahead and stepped down hard, "Why don't you leave the sex time before the opening dance for you?!"

"Boy, if you brag in front of me, the Qingkui Car King, be careful of getting slapped in the face!" Jiang Zhiqiang glanced disdainfully.

The red taxi's engine roared, and the front end of the taxi jumped up and down in a dance. The brakes were suddenly released, and the car rushed out like a cannon shooting into the sky. Only a trail of thick smoke was left behind.

This car modified by Feicheng has enough horsepower that no one can find a second one in Hong Kong.

…

Lixiao Palace.

Several parking attendants were leaning on the side, smoking and waiting to help customers park their cars.

"Feizile, you all should be smarter."

The older leader pointed to the brightly lit nightclub, "Hey, those who come here are either rich or noble. They drive Mercedes-Benz or Ferraris. If you don't have a sweet mouth, I will give you a big shot. Last month..."

"squeak--"

A red chicken with thick smoke suddenly stopped in front of the Lixiao Palace. The loud sound of brakes stopped the parking boss who was chatting with his younger brother. He stared at the taxi in front of him with a pair of bull's eyes.

,unbelievable.

"Are you okay?" Wu Xiaozu handed Jiang Zhiqiang a piece of paper, "You said you were the Qingkui Car King. Are you driving a go-kart? Take your pick!"

"vomit……"

Jiang Zhiqiang wiped his mouth and said, "I am just a car king! But you are driving a plane! I doubt you really have a driver's license!"

"Of course, do you want to take it out and show it to you?" Wu Xiaozu supported Jiang Zhiqiang and joked, "Okay, Car King. If you delay any longer, you really won't be able to see the opening dance."

Just as Wu Xiaozu and Jiang Zhiqiang were teasing each other, the parking boss came over with a loud voice, "Hey, do you know that taxis are not allowed to park here. Move quickly, don't delay my business-"

"Do these four characters mean 'valet parking'?" Wu Xiaozu pointed to the vertical sign next to him.

"nonsense!"

"That would be great."

Wu Xiaozu raised his hand and threw the car keys over. Looking at the dumbfounded parking boss, he turned his head and warned, "Remember to open it carefully and don't scratch it." Then he picked up a sign in his hand without looking back.

He supported Jiang Zhiqiang and walked into the magnificent Lixiao Palace in front of him.

"Brother Li?" Feizile, the very handsome parking boy, called to the dumbfounded leader.

Brother Li looked at the car keys in his hand and rubbed his eyeballs. The red rooster in front of him was still a red rooster.

"Pick! Are all the taxi drivers coming to Lixiao Palace? I will talk to the boss tomorrow and ask him to help me find another place to park! Sooner or later there will be no future here!"

Brother Li muttered something in a low voice, then slapped a parking boy on the head, put the car keys into his hand, and cursed, "Falling on the street? Why are you so stupid? Go and park the car quickly. Silly——"

"Oh." The dull boy scratched his head and said hesitantly, "Boss, I actually want to park a Ferrari..."

"Ferrari?" The leader's expression changed suddenly. He picked up the sign next to him and threw it at his younger brother. He yelled at the same time, "I told you to park a Ferrari! Park a Ferrari? Pick your mother! Do you want to park a Ferrari?"

After the fight, he stood up panting and pointed at the red taxi, "Did you see? This is red too!"

The stupid parking boy squatted on the ground and covered his face and cried bitterly, his eyes full of grievance: Can the redness of the red rooster be compared with the red of the Ferrari? Can the tip of the Ferrari be the same as the red rooster?
Chapter completed!