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Chapter 7 Ride-hailing

"There is a crew recently who plans to come to our Zhou City to film."

"I just happened to have a way to get involved in a few extras. How about it? Are you interested?"

"Twenty hundred a day, pack lunch boxes for lunch."

"This is not the point, the point is to see the goddess in my mind, Goddess Ye Qianqi!"

The rich man said slutty on the phone.

The full name of the rich man Dong is Lu Dong, the Lu Bu's Lu, and the sunrise in the east. The rich man Dong has always introduced himself in front of outsiders with a proud look. He was the most loyal colleague before Fang Zheng left the job.

As the person is a famous person, his family is rich, his father is the boss of medical devices, and his mother is a university professor, and a family with perfect genes.

Walking on the night road after 10 o'clock in the evening, the streets began to appear a little deserted, and the cold darkness stretched the figure infinitely.

Fang Zheng said in surprise: "Isn't your goddess your mother's university, the new female principal who suddenly landed in half a year ago?"

"Of course they are all my goddesses, but Ye Qianqi is the first goddess I met." The rich man Dong Tian was shameless and spoke with confidence.

"Haha," Fang Zheng gave the rich man Dong, "Your skin is thick, and it is also a clear stream in the mudslide."

"If you have time to care about my affairs, it is better to care more about your own affairs. Since Fang Fang, you resign..."

Doudou, a busy sound.

Fang Zheng hung up the phone.

A few seconds later... the rich man called Founder again.

"Why are you hanging my electric car again..."

Doudou, there is only busy tone left in the microphone.

After finishing the call, he made an appointment with Lu Dong. After he informed him, Fang Zheng did not return to his residence immediately, but waited for an online car-hailing trip alone on the roadside.

The practice during the day has already made Fang Zheng taste the sweetness. He plans to go to the Municipal People's Hospital again to see if he can still collect the mysterious grayish-white aura.

Just at this moment, the headlines pushed a local news.

Last night, an auto repairman in a luxury car brand 4S store secretly drove a luxury car worth tens of millions of dollars in maintenance on a mountain road. He lost control and broke the isolation guardrail on a sharp turn, and fell from the cliff and died with a person and a car. The owner has now sued the 4S store and made a claim through legal procedures.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Like the roar of a wild beast's low roaring engine, it shatters the tranquility of the night and gallops from the distant streets.

A very domineering local Jin Daniu parked beside Fang Zheng.

"Is it the online car-hailing car-hailing you called?" A young man in his early twenties in the driver's seat of Lamborghini said to Fang Zheng, who was standing by the roadside waiting for the online car-hailing car-hailing car.

Looking at Lamborghini, one of the supercar industry, in front of him, Fang Zheng seemed to have no reaction at all, was a little stunned and did not answer immediately.

"Are you going to the Municipal People's Hospital?"

The yellow-haired man confirmed again at Fang Zheng who was stunned.

Until this moment, Fang Zheng seemed to react and said in surprise: "It turns out that there are really rich people who are idle to drive online car-hailing to catch girls."

"Rich rich, is your Lamborghini?"

The yellow-haired man may have seen Fang Zheng not as a girl in women. He was a little cold and said coldly: "Yes."

"Lord, which series of Lamborghini is your Lamborghini? I, a rural kid with two feet, only knows that the car logo is a big bull." Fang Zheng, just like most people who see supercars are as fresh as they see, spin around the body back and forth.

"Don't touch it with your hands. If you hurt the car paint, you can't afford to sell the house." The yellow-haired man began to feel a little impatient, perhaps because he didn't catch a young girl.

“Aventador, Eventador.”

Founder soon searched for the car model on his mobile phone: "The top-end configuration costs more than 10 million!"

"Are you the top match?"

"I heard that the value of a rearview mirror can be exchanged for a down payment for a house."

Fang Zheng couldn't help but be surprised and excited, and reached out to touch the rearview mirror carefully.

The result is...crack, crispy!

Lamborghini's right ear rearview mirror was broken off by Fang Zheng.

The yellow-haired man was stunned.

It seemed that I didn't expect such an unexpected scene, and I stared blankly at the rearview mirror held by Fang Zheng in his hand.

Fang Zheng held the rearview mirror innocently: "A rich man, can the rearview mirror of the supercar be free to take it off like a toy car?"

If it were an ordinary person, he would have been so scared that he had already been so scared that he broke the rearview mirror of a supercar.

It is definitely not a deliberate exaggeration to change to a house with a supercar rearview mirror.

If you break someone else's rearview mirror, you will wait for the house to be sold for compensation, and then your wife and son will change the surnames of other men.

This is why many people complain about luxury cars coming on the road. They just scratch the car paint, which can be compensated hundreds of thousands or millions.

If Fang Zheng was about to face high compensation, he was panicked. However, Fang Zheng squatted down and hugged the tire with both hands and broke it. He even violently broke off one tire again.

Bang!

Lamborghini's weightless body tilted, and the chassis of the body hit the cement road heavily, becoming a lame supercar, and the tires were held in Fangzheng's hand.

This is no longer selling a house!

But I have to pay half a car!

"It turns out that like a toy car, you can be removed freely. It is indeed a high-end luxury car, and this technology is cowhide." Fang Zheng exclaimed, without the awareness of dismantling a million luxury car at all.

The body of the car was lame and tilted, and the yellow-haired man in the driver's seat finally came back from his daze and immediately became furious.

"Are you looking for trouble on purpose?"

However, after talking for a moment, the rich man named Kim Lamborghini in front of him was violently removed by Fang Zheng, a car door, a rear spoiler, an exhaust pipe, and a tire.

At this time, Fang Zhengzheng planned to remove the front hood.

The yellow-haired man who had been sitting in the car was completely furious, but he did not get out of the car. He would rather force his anger than leave the car. At this moment, I don’t know if it was the dim effect of the street lights at night, which made the yellow-haired man in the driver’s seat look gloomy and resentful.

"As soon as the motor sounds, my parents will be in vain. After driving, I go home for dinner. If I don't drive well, the whole village will go to your house for dinner. The master is in the folk, and the mistake is in the underworld, lying in the morgue, and the video is in the world. Have you ever missed it?" Fang Zheng looked at the yellow-haired man in the car.

The yellow-haired man in the driver's seat suddenly looked panicked.

It was not Fang Zheng who violently dismantled the luxury car, but the owner of the car was panicked first.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The engine roared, making a loud noise like a wild beast roaring, and it resounded sharply under the quiet night.

The yellow-haired man started the supercar.

But this time, it was different. It was gust of flames from the engine, and in an instant, it ignited the entire body and turned into a chariot with flames burning.

He actually transformed into Nicholas Cage's soul chariot, the evil spirit chariot.

The yellow-haired man in the driver's seat also became a man full of flames.

"Die!" The Evil Spirit driver let out a dull roar, touched the steering wheel, and planned to drive the Evil Spirit Chariot to kill Fang Zheng.

However!

Where is my steering wheel?
Chapter completed!
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