Chen Yang smiled slightly, patted his shoulder and said, "You believe in our good luck, don't you?"
The Ford F150 restarted, and this time Chen Yang ignored the issue of politeness and decided to sit in the back seat with Logan.
The almost car accident just now scared him.
If the two cars really collided, Chen Yang might not have the quick reaction to catch Tang Wan who flew out.
After the two sat together, Tang Wan said worriedly: "Why don't we just go?
gameover?"
Chen Yang held her little hand and comforted her: "It'll be okay, trust me."
In less than ten minutes, they returned to Paul Warehouse Management Company.
Today is very different from yesterday.
There were only two kittens outside the warehouse yesterday. Today, Chen Yang saw several luxury cars just outside.
There is a Jaguar Daytona, a Ferrari, and a Mercedes-Benz S.
As for the most common muscle cars in the United States, such as Ford, there are even more.
They are basically opened by frustrated treasure collectors like Edward, or by followers of famous treasure collectors.
After seeing the Ferrari and Mercedes-Benz S, Edward's face became ugly.
"Look at that Ferrari, that's the godfather's car.
The Mercedes-Benz S belongs to Dr. Smith, and he is the only one who drives such an old-fashioned car in the treasure hunting circle."
Without waiting for Chen Yang to ask, Edward started explaining on his own.
The Godfather, an Italian-born treasure hunter, likes to wear a ring the size of a dove egg on his hand. He idolizes the godfather in the movie "The Godfather" and imitates him in everything he does.
Dr. Smith, a professor at the University of Chicago, is the only high-ranking person in the treasure hunting circle. He is just a hobby.
Edward frowned, checked the gun again, and said: "I heard that Daytona and the Godfather have been very close recently. It is rumored that they will join forces to drive away other treasure hunters on the west coast. Today will be very troublesome."
Chen Yang shrugged indifferently and walked in with Tang Wan and Edward.
Walking to the location of the four warehouses, Chen Yang clearly saw that the treasure pickers were divided into several camps.
One is a local treasure hunter, Hannah and Drew are inside;
One is a middle-aged white man wearing black sunglasses and a godfather wearing a ring the size of a dove egg;
One is Daytona;
The last one is Dr. Smith, who is white-haired but smiling and talking happily.
Among them, Daytona, Dr. Smith, and the Godfather were all followed by several followers, treasure hunters who came close. Edward took Chen Yang and others as a matter of course to Hannah and Drew's camp.
"Edward, the scapegoat, I heard that you found a partner with narrow eyes. Isn't it false news?"
The godfather played with the dove egg ring and sneered.
Daytona tugged on his loose waistband and mocked: "Our poor Duke of Windsor probably wants to use mysterious Eastern witchcraft to pick up treasures. God, please save this poor man, he has gone crazy."
Only Dr. Smith was the friendliest in the Hundred Thousand Club, and he even nodded to Edward.
Chen Yang patted the angry Edward and said in a louder voice:
"Edward, what's going on with this redneck and that niger?
Do they suck it with their mouths or lick it with their tongues?
Have you used it too much? Why does your mouth smell so bad?"
Red necks and niger, one was rude to white people, the other was to black people, Chen Yang's fight back was equally rude.
The godfather and Daytona looked at each other and said coldly: "You are the most daring chink I have ever seen.
Today, I guarantee you won’t be able to photograph a single warehouse!”