A group of five people came to the car in front of the villa. Qiu Qiang took out the car key and was about to open the car door, but Tang Xin waved his hand to stop him.
"Comrade Qiu Qiang, as a well-known real estate developer in Tianhai City, your father wouldn't have just this car, right?"
Sun Dao walked around the sedan, which was considered a small and medium-sized sedan, Audi.
"The style has been too long. Look, there are obvious scratches here and it has not been repaired. It is estimated that it will be just over 200,000, or 400,000 yuan."
Qiu Qiang is not very interested in cars, his biggest interest is martial arts.
"But my dad drives this car every day when he goes to the company to get off work."
Sun Dao walked back and shrugged at Qiu Qiang, "Your dad is low-key. People who drive sports cars every day and wander around outside are all despised as long as they are playing the signboard to attract people to come to make money and kill them."
Qiu Qiang looked at Tang Xin and asked, "Is this car good?"
He asked someone to help and asked someone to borrow a car. Tang Xin was picky and he felt embarrassed, but if he drove out such a car, he always felt a little bit out of the way.
"It's not impossible, but you drive out this car, not like a rich child, but more like being swept up by a financial crisis, or you just lost a lawsuit with your wife and were divided up most of your property."
Sun Dao snapped his fingers and didn't say anything, but he obviously agreed with Tang Xin's words very much.
Qiu Qiang had no choice but to walk to the garage next to the villa, opened the garage door, and after the door opened, a Mercedes-Benz S-shaped sedan with cold light and shadow under his eyes came into view.
"Ahhh, that's right."
Sun Dao walked up excitedly.
But Tang Xin still frowned and said, "Mercedes-Benz is domineering enough, but it looks too old-fashioned and not ostentatious enough. If you are thirty years old and drive this car, it would be better, but you are not yet at that calm age."
After saying that, Tang Xin's eyes turned to Cheng Mu beside him. Everyone followed his gaze and suddenly realized it.
"Hey, what do you think of me? Also, what do you mean? What do you want to hint? Tang Xin, I will bite you to death!"
Obviously, driving is like wearing clothes, and it must be consistent with personality, age, taste, etc., so that there will be no illusion of visual contrast and inconsistency.
"My dad usually drives a Mercedes-Benz when he goes to social activities. It is probably similar to what Tang Xin said. He adapts to the situation. He dresses differently in different occasions and drives different cars."
Qiu Qiang didn't bother with it. He waved to Tang Xin and the others, and another car was parked in the garage.
Pointing to a four-seater sports car with a bright blue body inside, Qiu Qiang said helplessly: "My dad basically doesn't drive the last one, probably it's a collection."
Tang Xin's eyes lit up. When he saw this Bentley sports car, he knew that it was this sports car!
"It's definitely not a collection. In terms of collection value, it's not its turn." Sun Dao almost wanted to rush into the sports car directly, but he still endured it.
Tang Xin walked over and patted Qiu Qiang on the shoulder, and smiled and said, "Your dad still has a young heart. Maybe when you are asleep, your dad will drive it outside and swim in the world of speed and passion. Haha, what man doesn't like the feeling of speeding up?"
Qiu Qiang didn't have much enthusiasm in his eyes, he admired power more.
"Is this car OK? If it's OK, I'll ask my dad for the car keys."
After saying this, Tang Xin and his friends fell from the clouds of surprise.
In fact, everyone tacitly thought that Qiu Qiang might have taken out the key secretly, but the situation is different now.
"Your dad, will your dad agree to let you, a minor, drive out with a car worth more than four million?"
Sun Dao was shocked, and Tang Xin was caught off guard.
Qiu Qiang said frankly: "I drive a motorcycle, and my dad cares about the keys. You should understand that I only have 500 pocket money a month. Sun Dao, do you have more pocket money than me, right?"
Sun Dao coughed twice and said awkwardly: "But my family can't afford to live in a villa worth more than 6 million, and there are two high-end cars worth at least 7 million in the garage."
Tang Xin smiled bitterly, not intending to make things difficult for Qiu Qiang, and waved his hand and said, "I didn't think about it. It's like this. It's no big deal without a car. After all, you are Qiu Daosheng's son. With this relationship, Dong Shiyou will not doubt your identity."
Everyone walked out in delight, but Qiu Qiang asked in confusion: "Hey, my dad might agree?"
"You haven't woken up?"
Tang Xin felt it was incredible. It was impossible for a normal person to let a minor son drive a sports car worth four to five million, right?
Is it because of the rich, it is really a world of difference from ordinary people?
Qiu Qiang raised his hand and said, "You guys are waiting."
After saying that, he turned around and walked into the villa. After a while, he walked out with the car keys. With Tang Xin and others' tongue-tied expressions, he pressed the Bentley Sports Car's sirens.
"Did you steal it?"
Sun Dao was incredible and turned his head to look at Tang Xin, always wondering how Qiu Qiang got the car keys.
"My dad said, drive slowly. As long as you don't violate traffic rules, the traffic police will definitely not be able to make trouble."
After Qiu Qiang finished speaking, he opened the car door and sat in. In less than two seconds, he came out again, waved to Sun Dao helplessly and said, "Driver, come here."
Sun Dao looked back and forth with a stiff smile at Tang Xin and Ye Qiu Cheng Mu, and gestured randomly towards Bentley.
"I'm not dreaming, am I? I drank too much last night. Haven't I woke up yet? Can I drive a sports car for at least four million in person?"
After Sun Dao drove the car outside, he sat in the main driver's seat and Qiu Qiang sat in the co-pilot's seat.
Tang Xin, Ye Qiu and Cheng Mu entered the rear door, and the sports car drove away from the residential area with blue shadows.
In the Qiu family villa, Qiu Daosheng, who had a gentle face, held coffee, and was still wearing pajamas, standing in front of the window, looking at the sports car that was riding far away, and couldn't help but smile.
"Husband! Are you not sick? Do you let your son drive out in a sports car?"
The woman with a charming charm was also wearing pajamas and was about to chase her out to stop Qiu Qiang, but as soon as she went downstairs, the sports car disappeared.
Qiu Daosheng put down his cup and sat by the window, without any worries.
"I think some of my son's friends are good."
Picking up today's morning newspaper, Qiu Daosheng started to read it happily.
With Qiu Qiang's outstanding sports performance, especially his repeated record-breaking strength in the city, all middle schools in the city will open their doors to him.
But Qiu Daosheng asked Qiu Qiang to go to the third-ranked No. 3 Middle School, which ranks third in fame.
The reason is very simple. No. 1 Middle School is a paradise for nerds. The students there are all learning, and they gather the elites in the examination room. In terms of exams, no one can compare to them, but Qiu Daosheng does not want Qiu Qiang to grow in such an environment.
The No. 2 Middle School of the City is a gathering place for the second generation of rich, second generation of officials, third generation of red, etc. The school holds a parent-teacher meeting, which is basically similar to the party held by social celebrities. Qiu Daosheng doesn’t want Qiu Qiang to grow up in such an environment as the concentration camp of descendants of officials and businessmen.
Therefore, choose a more ordinary and peaceful city No. 3 Middle School.
From junior high school to high school, Qiu Daosheng has been deeply relieved by his decision over the years. At least, Qiu Qiang did not grow into a self-righteous second-generation ancestor, and he did not have any abominable bad habits.
Chapter completed!