Wei Qing controlled Mercedes-Benz, and Mercedes-Benz drew a side-sliding line on the ground, and the Mercedes-Benz outline entered the entire parking space in full.

The yellow-haired McLaren wanted to force it into it, but she could do nothing.

"Madan, do you dare to grab a parking space with me? Don't you know who I am?"

Huangmao jumped out of the car and pointed at Wei Qing in the cab and scolded.

At this time, a middle-aged man with sunglasses came down from the yellow-haired car. Although this middle-aged man was over fifty years old, he was wearing a very fashionable suit and looked not as elegant as an ordinary person.

He scolded Huangmao and said, "Say less, your driving skills are not as good as others. What's the point of losing your temper?"

"Dad, is it because I am not good at driving skills? It is obvious that the car you bought for me is not as good as his car! I said that I want to buy a car of tens of millions, and you have to get me a McLaren worth millions. Now, we can't even get a parking space!"

At this time, Chen Xingran also walked out of the car. When the middle-aged man saw Chen Xingran, he first looked Chen Xingran up and down a few times.

Maybe I think Chen Xingran is wearing ordinary clothes and doesn't look like a rich man, and some questions about whether this Mercedes-Benz is Chen Xingran.

He pointed at Mercedes-Benz and asked, "Is this car yours?"

Chen Xingran nodded and asked, "What's wrong?"

"The car is very good." The man snorted and laughed, then said to his son: "Let's go, Master Lexuan is probably waiting for us."

When Chen Xingran heard that the man was going to meet Master Lexuan, Chen Xingran and Wei Qing followed them.

The yellow-haired man turned his head and looked at Chen Xingran's car while walking.

"I'll get one such a good car sooner or later."

The middle-aged man glanced at Huangmao and said lightly: "Don't give me bad ideas."

As soon as the middle-aged man took his son into the temple, the monk Huizhi at the door greeted him enthusiastically.

"Mr. Qian, you are here very soon. Master Lexuan's morning class is about to end in ten minutes. You can follow me in first."

"Yes." The middle-aged man who was called Mr. Qian took out a red envelope and handed it to the master of guidance: "I'm here to get my master."

The monk put the red envelope into his pocket, and then happily walked in with Qian and his son.

Chen Xingran and Wei Qing did not go in immediately. Chen Xingran said to Wei Qing: "Brother Wei, have you brought cash?"

Wei Qing was very considerate in his work. He said, "I took 100,000 yuan in cash before going out and put it in the car for emergencies."

"You take out ten thousand and help me find something to pack it."

Wei Qing knew what Chen Xingran was going to do, so he immediately did it as Chen Xingran told him.

A few minutes later, the monk who guided him came out. Chen Xingran walked to the monk, deliberately shook the keys of the Mercedes-Benz in his hand, and then said, "Hello, Master."

When the monk saw the Mercedes-Benz keys in Chen Xingran's hand, he was quite polite: "Donor, is there anything I can help you?"

"I came to visit Master Lexuan by Ming. I wonder if I can see him today?"

The monk said, "Donor, Master Lexuan will not see guests today."

"I saw Mr. Qian and his son just now visiting Master Lexuan?"

This monk is no longer a monk who does not lie or is not greedy for money. I guess the atmosphere of the entire temple is exactly the same. I really don’t know how could a master like Lexuan be in such a vulgar temple?

The monk invisible was not angry when he saw Chen Xingran revealing his casual lies.

He said: "Master LeXin was not seen today, but Mr. Qian's identity can naturally make Master LeXin an exception."
Chapter completed!