An ordinary black Audi A4 is slowly driving on the road.

Zhou Wen was sitting in the passenger seat, and the driver was Wang Qi, the manager of Huaxing Cinema.

Wang Qi was dressed neatly today, with a white shirt on his upper body and his hair was combed greasy.

"Brother Zhou, our house is far away from the city. We arrive in about an hour. You can rest in the car for a while." Wang Qi smiled.

Today is the 70th birthday of Wang Jiankang, the old man of Wang Qi.

He looked very happy.

Zhou Wen had promised Wang Qi to help watch the scene before so as not to be disturbed by the Qinglang Gang.

In the morning, Wang Qi drove to the school and picked him up.

"It's okay." Zhou Wen said lightly.

Because the weather is still hot, he only wore a pair of shorts and short-sleeved clothes, which were simple, so the short-sleeved ones were naturally Superman's suits.

"I've been delayed today. It's probably about to start when the past is over. Brother Zhou, you'll sit firmly." Wang Qi warned.

After the words came, he stepped on the accelerator and his car speed instantly soared.

Zhou Wen didn't care much about this matter, he was still thinking about what happened in school.

After the gymnasium was over yesterday, they went to have a meal together. He hadn't drunk for a long time and had a drink for the first time.

The old members of the Martial Arts Club became familiar with Zhou Wen.

After some contact, Zhou Wen found that most of these people were simple and straightforward.

But next, they have to prepare for the winter season.

The Winter Tournament of the Martial Arts Competition is held in December and is aimed at universities and universities across the Shanghai Stock Exchange.

This competition result will be the last chance to advance to the competition.

Only schools that rank in the top three are eligible to participate in national competitions.

Xie Qingzhu's dream is to lead the Martial Arts Club of Shanghai University to be ranked first in the country, but she also knew that this idea was unrealistic, so it was enough that she just wanted to get the first place in the Shanghai Stock Exchange.

"I just don't know if there are any internal strength-level warriors among these college students?" Zhou Wen thought to himself.

But this possibility is very small.

Internal martial artists are all about thirty years old who practice martial arts all year round.

It would be incredible if a college student is an internal martial artist.

The car slowly drove into the suburbs of the Shanghai Stock Exchange.

The Wang family is located in Wangjia Village. The entire village is mainly based on the Wang surname, and there are very few people with other surnames.

"Over the years, the country's economic development has been getting better and better. In the past, we were still homes here, but now we have built such small villas." Wang Qi introduced to Zhou Wen on the way.

In the villages on the roadside, many people's houses are newly built, which look very magnificent, no worse than the houses in the city.

"The car is parked on the side of the road, don't drive in anymore." Before he could come in, a man came up and stopped Wang Qi's car, looking impatient.

There were already many cars parked on the roadside in front, and both sides of the cement road were already full. If you parked again, the road would be blocked.

Wang Qi stopped the car directly on the side of the road. Just as he was about to get off, the man outside reached out and pressed him.

This man looks a bit slutty in old-fashioned outfit.

"Wang Laoer, come with the money!" The man spat on the ground and said with a sneering smile.

"You..." Wang Qi was stunned.

The man smiled and said, "Wang Laoer, you have been in the city for so long, can't you even get a few dollars?"

"Wang Crook, my money was not blown by the strong wind, why should I give you money?" Wang Qi's face showed anger.

Only then did Zhou Wen notice that one of the man's legs was lame.

Wang Crooked sneered on his face: "Aren't you all picking tips in your city? I'll help you to stop the car. What's wrong with charging a tip?"

"If you don't give it to me, I'll draw a piece of paper in your car. Let's see if you're repairing a car or pay me a lot of money!" Wang Crooker said, taking out a stone from his pocket and pretending to cut the car door.

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Wang Qi's face was gloomy and sunny.

Wang Cutezi is a idle gangster in their Wangjia Village.

However, because he had a limp one leg, he looked pitiful, Mr. Wang was kind-hearted and would give him some money and something to do.

Wang Crook continued to idle, drinking and gambling, and was in his forties, and he has not even married a wife.

Wang Qi didn't want to get involved with such a scoundrel, so he took out a hundred yuan from his wallet and handed it out.

"Have the money and leave!" Wang Qi cursed angrily.

When Wang Cruzi saw the red ticket, he grabbed it directly, and raised it to see if it was true or false.

At this time, a black Mercedes slowly stopped behind Wang Qi's car.

Seeing the car coming, Wang Crook's face suddenly showed joy.

He stuffed a hundred dollars into his dirty pocket, bent and rushed over.

"Oh, this is not our Mr. Wang. You are back. Don't park your car here. Please come inside. I'll take you a spacious seat!" Wang Cruzi immediately smiled charmingly.

Wang Qi, who walked out of the car, suddenly looked dark.

Zhou Wen followed and walked down from the co-pilot.

A driver in black walked down the Mercedes driver's seat behind.

The driver ignored Wang Crook, walked straight to the back of the car, and opened the back door.

A middle-aged man in a Burberry casual outfit slowly walked down the back door and followed a woman dressed in a dressed lady.

The woman looks a little old, with thick cosmetics on her face covering her wrinkles, but her eyebrows and eyes are slightly pointed, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

When Wang Cruzi saw the man walking down, he hurriedly rushed up.

"Mr. Wang, this place is for those poor people to park your car here." Wang Crook said, and glanced at Wang Qi.

Wang Qi's face became more and more gloomy.

The man gave the driver beside him a color.

The driver immediately took out a stack of red notes from his wallet and handed them directly to Wang Cutezi.

Seeing this stack of red bills, Wang Crook couldn't close his mouth.

"It's still Mr. Wang's generous! Unlike the second son Wang, who gave a red ticket to beg for food?" Wang Crooked and smiled.

He looked at the driver and said, "Brother, you drive with me."

"Mr. Wang, aren't you leaving?" He turned his head and looked at the man.

The man whispered: "Take the car over there, and I will talk about the past with my brother."

His eyes were always on Wang Qi.

Wang Crooker had money in his hands and was too lazy to care about this matter. The money was enough for him to gamble several times.

"Mr. Wang, please chat slowly!" Wang Crook immediately walked in front and drove forward with the car.

Wang Qi's face was embarrassed.

Is this a very obvious comparison?

How dare a rogue in the village be so arrogant?

It’s just that Wang Qi is not easy to get angry.

Today is Mr. Wang’s 70th birthday, and he doesn’t want to cause any trouble.

The middle-aged man slowly walked to Wang Qi. He raised his head slightly and looked at Wang Qi.

His face was similar to the royal flag in some parts.

"Second brother, you have been driving this broken car for so many years? If you can't afford to drive a luxury car, say it to your brother, and you will buy you one immediately." Although the man said this, he said in his words

With a sense of pride.

The noble lady holding his arm looked at Wang Qi coldly and said sarcastically: "Isn't he just a manager in the theater? Even if you buy him a good car, you won't have much chance to drive it."

"Wang Ying, today is the old man's birthday. I don't want to argue with you." Wang Qi said coldly.

After saying that, he took out a few gift boxes from the trunk and was about to leave.

Wang Qi carried something and walked towards the depths.

Zhou Wen stood aside and followed him up.

At this time, Wang Ying and the woman noticed Zhou Wen's existence.

"Second brother, what does this boy do? Will you come to attend the old man's birthday when he is dressed like this?" Wang Ying said sternly.

"The old man is on his 70th birthday and comes here in this way. He is too unfair to take the old man seriously!" said the noble lady on the side sarcastically.
To be continued...