Pengpeng was frightened and gently pulled Song Shuang's clothes: "Shuangshuang, what's wrong with you?"
Song Shuang sniffed and said, "It's wrong for us to do this. Let's go and help him get the car back."
Pengpeng said: "Didn't we agree that we should punish him first and let him beg us and then return the car to him?"
Song Shuang said: "I changed my mind."
Liu Handong was very upset. He came to pick up Grandma Sun and went home, but no one came to pick him up. The three-wheeler was confiscated by the traffic police. He regretted that he should not have donated his bank card. He had no money. What a stumping hero. A Qianjiang
The 125 plus the modification fee will always cost several thousand dollars. Should I ask my mother for the money, or find a mountain cannon and borrow it? Or work as a thug for the Leopard and pay some money in advance? The most disgusting thing is that my retirement settlement fee has not been paid yet.
I didn't come down, otherwise I wouldn't be in such a tight situation.
While he was thinking about it, the horn sounded behind him. It was a mini-cool with a red body and a white roof. Sitting in the car was Wangcai's "mom" and her female classmates. Liu Handong only glanced at it, then turned around and continued walking on his own.
Road, this kind of car costs at least 200,000 yuan. These two girls are either rich or noble, so they can't afford to offend them.
"Liu Handong, if I want your three-wheeled motorcycle, just get on it." Song Shuang said.
As expected, Liu Handong opened the car door without any hesitation. The space of the two-door mini was still a bit cramped, so Song Shuang had no choice but to bend down to the back seat and give the co-pilot to the tall Liu Handong.
"Go to the traffic police detachment," Song Shuang said.
Pengpeng drove to the traffic police detachment. On the way, Liu Handong did not squint, said nothing, and his mouth was tight. He had realized that his three-wheeled motorcycle was seized because of the tricks of the two girls, but he had to endure it at this time.
With anger, I hope they can find their conscience and return the car to them.
Soon they arrived at the traffic police detachment. The three of them got out of the car and looked around. The parking lot was full of cars, but there were no confiscated three-wheeled motorcycles. Pengpeng walked over and patted the window of the duty room and shouted: "Hey, it's being collected today."
Where are the unlicensed three-wheeled motor vehicles?”
The administrator came out with a tea cup, frowned, and said with great dignity: "Which company do you belong to? What kind of car are you looking for? Have you paid the fine?"
Pengpeng said: "Let me ask you where the tricycle seized this morning went?"
The administrator was furious: "If you have any questions, go to the detachment. Don't make trouble here and leave quickly."
Pengpeng gritted her teeth and ran into the office building. She met a female police officer who stopped her and said, "Pengpeng, is something wrong? Your dad is not here."
"Aunt Wang, I would like to ask where the tricycle seized today is?"
"Oh, the corps has instructed us to seize one vehicle and destroy the other. All the confiscated vehicles have been sent to the Nanjiao Scrap Treatment Plant. What, is there something wrong?"
"It's okay, thank you, Aunt Wang." Pengpeng turned around and ran away, got on the Mini Coolpad, and panted: "It's been sent to the scrap treatment plant, Shuangshuang, what should I do?"
Liu Handong turned around: "Are you Shuang'er who sent me WeChat messages?"
Song Shuang ignored him and said to Pengpeng: "Why are you still hanging around? Go quickly."
Pengpeng hurriedly put on her seat belt, started the car, and headed south. Her driving skills were limited, and the Mini Coolpad staggered in the sea of cars. From time to time, it was overtaken, squeezed, and exploited, and it was as slow as a turtle crawling.
There was a minor traffic accident ahead, the road was blocked, and the Mini Coolpad was stuck in traffic again. Liu Handong couldn't bear it anymore, so he opened the door and got out. Song Shuang was shocked: "Where are you going?"
Liu Handong came around from the front of the car and opened the driver's door: "I'll drive it."
Pengpeng got out of the car in a hurry and got into the passenger seat. Liu Handong got into the car and fastened his seat belt. Taking advantage of the traffic flow, he moved forward and turned the steering wheel to the left to block the car that wanted to block the traffic. He directly pressed the double yellow line to borrow the road. The front suddenly became clear.
, Liu Handong stepped on the accelerator, and the Mini Coolpad rushed out. Pengpeng was thrown back by the inertia, and Song Shuang fell onto his seat.
"You broke the rules!" Pengpeng shouted.
Liu Handong had a sullen face, turned the steering wheel to the right, returned to the main road, dashed left and right, as if he was in a car-less environment. The Mini Coolpad had great acceleration and was small in size. Under his driving, it was like an extremely dexterous ground mouse, everywhere.
The random drills were overwhelming, and Song Shuang and Peng Peng were swaying this way and that, like a bumpy boat in the sea.
"You...slow down." Song Shuang shouted.
"Slow down and I'll lose my car." Liu Handong's face turned pale. His last Poussin was turned into scrap metal at a scrap treatment plant.
On the open road ahead, Liu Handong kicked the floor, and the two girls felt a strong push on their backs again, and this time they did not dare to speak.
Peng Peng glanced at Liu Handong. Men are particularly handsome when they focus on one thing. A man who can drive a ladies' car with an F1 feel is even more handsome.
Song Shuang's mood was very complicated. She regretted that she shouldn't have played with Liu Handong. A three-wheeled motorcycle was a drop in the bucket for a rich kid, but for Liu Handong, it might be everything in life.
When we arrived at the scrap treatment plant, cars were stopped at the gate. Looking inside, we saw many cars parked and a viewing platform set up with a banner reading "On-site destruction conference of unlicensed three-wheeled motor vehicles in accordance with the law."
"Go quickly, public vehicles are not allowed to enter," the traffic policeman guarding the gate shouted.
Liu Handong slammed the accelerator and said nothing. He knew that the two girls must have something to do.
Pengpeng said: "Let us go in, there are important things!"
The traffic policeman said impatiently: "There is a meeting going on inside, no entry allowed."
Pengpeng was anxious: "I just want to go in, open the door quickly!"
The traffic police shouted: "Bring out your driver's license!"
Pengpeng said sharply: "My father is Zhu Huabiao! Let me in quickly!"
The traffic policeman was stunned. Zhu Huabiao is the captain of Jiangdong Provincial Traffic Police and the boss of the traffic police in the province! Is this girl the captain's daughter?
Before he could react, Liu Handong had already got out of the car and walked straight to the gate. Song Shuang and Peng Peng also got out of the car and chased after them. This time, the traffic police did not stop them. The order they received was only to prohibit the entry of irrelevant vehicles.
It didn't say no one could enter.
Liu Handong walked quickly in front, and the two girls stumbled behind. The conference was in progress, and the voice of Mayor Jin Muchen came from the loudspeaker: "The destruction of unlicensed operating vehicles is a sharp blow to the traffic congestion in our city.
Medicine...I will announce that the destruction will begin!"
Following Mayor Jin's order, several excavators began to take action, using huge shovels to crush the rows of unlicensed and unlicensed motorized three-wheelers into scrap metal. The rostrum burst into warm applause.
Reporters took photos one after another, and the camera lenses pointed at this spectacular scene.
Liu Handong stopped and slowly squatted on the ground. He recognized his own among the destroyed three-wheelers. The three-wheelers were crushed repeatedly, and the iron carriage turned into a weird and twisted shape, and the tires were deformed.
, parts were all over the floor, and the car was completely destroyed.
Liu Handong sniffed. He was very sad. He was still a step too late. But even if he arrived in time, he probably wouldn't be able to snatch the car back in public.
Song Shuang and Peng Peng stood far away, not daring to come forward. They both felt Liu Handong's sadness and fell into deep self-blame. The prank became too big and there was no way to end it.
Liu Handong didn't cry, he was just unhappy. He stood up and turned around to leave. Song Shuang came over and said, "I'm sorry, I will compensate you."
Liu Handong had no expression on his face and continued walking around her.
"I already said I'm sorry!" Song Shuang shouted.
"Where are you going? There are no buses here!" Pengpeng also shouted.
Liu Handong didn't look back and strode away. Looking at his lonely back disappearing into the distance, Song Shuang began to sob again.
"Shuangshuang, don't cry. Let's find a way to compensate him for a new and better car." Pengpeng said, shaking Song Shuang's arm.
Song Shuang wiped away the tears on his face. What happened recently? She is not a girl who loves to cry, but she has cried many times these days. At first it was because of the loss of Coco, and then she cried several times, all because of this.
Damn Liu Handong.
The on-site destruction meeting was over, and the leaders left one after another. The city leader’s Audi left first, and finally the captain’s car came up. The Audi A6 with police car paint stopped in front of the two girls, and the rear window lowered to reveal a majestic face.
face.
"Pengpeng, why are you here?"
"Dad, let me see the excitement."
"It's ridiculous, what's the excitement here? Oh, Song Shuang is here too. You see, Song Shuang must be here to inspect society and experience life. You don't know how to play. By the way, how did you get here? I'll send you there.
Bar."
"We have a car. Dad can just take us to the gate." Pengpeng was very embarrassed by her father's words. This flattery was too obvious.
The two girls got in the car and drove to the gate. The Mini Coolpad had been moved aside by the traffic police, and they were about to wait for them to come out and give them a good lesson. They saw two girls getting out of the captain's special car and saying sweetly
Say goodbye to dad.
The traffic policeman pretended not to notice and hid aside.
Song Shuang and Peng Peng got into the car and drove along the way they came, but Liu Handong disappeared out of thin air and was never seen again.
At this time, Liu Handong was sitting on a short-distance bus heading into the city, thinking about how to speak to Brother Wang.
…
Memphis, Tennessee, USA, in a beautiful house with green grass and blue water, Shu Fan was drawing with a pencil under an umbrella. Xia Qingshi came over and said: "Xiao Fan, show dad what you drew."
Shu Fan handed over a stack of paper, and Xia Qingshi looked through it slowly and couldn't help but be moved by it.
The first picture showed a girl being kidnapped on the road. The gangster in a police uniform looked ferocious, with a scar on his face, and a black SUV also looked murderous and full of violence.
The second picture shows a suburban road at night. A girl climbs out of the trunk of a crashed car. A tall man is stopping a garbage truck. The man's facial lines are extremely tough and full of righteousness.
The third picture shows two people standing between high-rise buildings, looking up at the rainbow in the sky with a group of migrant workers wearing hard hats.
The fourth picture is of a slum courtyard. A man protects a girl behind him and shoots angrily with a gun in one hand. Behind him is a middle-aged policeman who was shot in the abdomen. Below is a group of gangsters with deer-headed and mouse-like eyes armed with various weapons. Shu Fan's
The pencil drawing technique is strongly influenced by Japanese comics, and a lot of lines are used to highlight the majesty and tallness of the man, while the gangsters are extremely vulgar and dark.
"Is this person Liu Handong?" Xia Qingshi asked her daughter.
"Yeah" Shu Fan nodded.
Xia Qingshi squatted down: "Xiaofan, daddy swears that I will never let you be threatened in the slightest again."
Shu Fan said: "I want to go back."
Xia Qingshi said: "It is not appropriate to return to China until the real culprit behind it is found. I will let Aunt An take care of this Liu Handong."