Moreover, isn’t that what a sports car is for? A roaring kick, a feeling of lightning speed. Of course, all this is based on the premise of not disturbing the public or threatening the safety of other people by driving at excessive speeds.
Although the car that just passed by was a bit fast, it was acceptable. The only thing was the roar, which was indeed a bit disturbing. But this cannot be used as a criterion to judge whether the person is good or bad. After all, the purpose of buying a sports car is to attract attention and show off.
.If you don’t slam the accelerator, you might as well buy a tractor. If Fangzheng had the opportunity to drive a sports car, he would definitely find a place where he wouldn’t disturb the public and slam the accelerator to try out the thrill...
So Fang Zheng smiled and said: "The donor is right, being rich and being unkind is indeed abominable, but this is not bad."
As soon as the cashier heard Fang Zheng speaking for a rich man, he immediately wanted to argue, but then he heard the sound of the motor coming back, not one car, but two cars!
One yellow and one red!
The two cars approaching from a distance are really exciting, and people around them will subconsciously look at them.
The woman flatly said: "Such a guy, no matter how you look at it, he is not a good person."
Fang Zheng laughed, and before his laughter stopped, the two cars suddenly began to slow down, and then there was a sound of brakes, and they stopped in front of the old man's stall!
"What do they want to do? They don't want to buy something from an old lady, right? Are they interested in that?" the cashier asked curiously.
Fangzheng was also a little puzzled. It wasn't that he looked down on the old lady's things, but that the rich had their own selection criteria. Would they really come to buy this kind of street stall? Or, was there some other problem happening in the process?
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Fang Zheng was worried that the old man would be bullied, so he immediately called out to Lone Wolf and came over. Seeing Lone Wolf passing by, the cashier followed curiously and said as he walked: "Aren't they here to make things difficult for the old man for fun?
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Fang Zheng frowned slightly. Is there really such a shameless and boring bastard in this world? Before seeing this scene, Fang Zheng would not jump to conclusions easily, so he didn't say anything and just hurried over there.
Soon, Fang Zheng could hear what was being said over there.
I saw a young man getting out of the yellow sports car with a long-haired beauty. The beauty was not wearing a down jacket. She couldn't bear the weather like this and shouted: "Hurry up, stop inking."
Then the young man said to the old man: "How about it? Is it okay?"
The old man looked a little confused and said, "Huh?"
In addition, the young man who got off the red sports car said impatiently: "Damn, can we hurry up? Forget it, let's just do it."
After saying that, the young man bent down and went to pick up the old man's things.
When the cashier saw this, he immediately became anxious and shouted: "They are robbing things! I'm going to call the police."
Fang Zheng quickly stopped her and said, "It's probably not the case. Let's take a look." At the same time, he thought to himself, "If someone drives a sports car, they won't be able to buy something like this on a street stall, right? These things together can cost several hundred yuan?"
The cashier looked at the young people with some disbelief. He saw the man in the red car collecting things. The man in the yellow car took out a wad of money, counted an unknown number of money and handed it to the old man and said: "You can keep it, this is
It’s a freezing cold day. Take your children home quickly. Stop looking at them and help collect them.”
The young man said that the beautiful woman who was traveling with him was a little surprised. Obviously, she did not expect that this guy actually wanted to buy these things. Seeing that the young man was anxious, the beautiful woman bent down to help pack things, and the old man held a stack of things.
Qian was still in a state of confusion. Her grandson didn't seem to know what these people were doing or why, and he smiled at several young people.
The young man driving the yellow sports car said with a smile: "This little guy's eyes are really big..."
Just as he was talking, things were packed away, and the young man said to the old man: "Go home early."
Then he got into the car gracefully, stepped on the accelerator, and roared away. At the same time, Fang Zheng saw the beautiful woman in the passenger seat looking helplessly at the items piled on her body...
The young man driving the red sports car had a relaxed look on his face. He didn't seem to care about the disadvantages of having all these things in the sports car. He hummed a tune, nodded his head, and drove away. He seemed very happy.
The old man came to his senses at this time, stood up quickly, bowed and saluted to express his gratitude to the two cars leaving.
The young man driving the red car happened to see this scene and used Bluetooth to call the young man driving the yellow sports car and said: "Hey, it's great to be thanked like this. It's much better than paying someone to praise you."
How about we go raid the street stalls?"
"Are you stupid because you have too much money? Help what you should, but don't help what you shouldn't. Helping too much is not a good thing." The other party laughed.
The young man driving the red sports car chuckled and stopped talking.
Seeing this, the cashier was a little dumbfounded. Looking at the two sports cars leaving, he sighed: "Wow, there are still people like this?"
Fang Zheng silently clasped his hands together and recited: "Amitabha." He was filled with emotion in his heart: "Good people and bad people cannot be measured by money and appearance, Amitabha."
The cashier over there had already run over to help the old man clean up the stall, and then took the old man to a small supermarket to check the money with a banknote detector. When he saw that it was all genuine, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The old man took the money, counted it silently, asked the cashier to change some change, and then separated it. One side was 370 yuan, the other was 630 yuan. Then the old man put it in two pockets...
Seeing this, the cashier asked in confusion: "Auntie, what are you doing?"
The old man chuckled and said: "They are kind-hearted in helping us, but we can't ask for more money from them? I have memorized the license plate number. When I see them in the future, I have to pay the money back to them."
After saying that, the old man took his grandson out, carrying a small quilt and some sundries on his rickety body. His figure was so small, but in the eyes of Fang Zheng and the cashier, he looked so tall.
Fang Zheng looked at the departing grandfather and grandson, shook his head slightly, patted the lone wolf's big head and said, "Let's go."
"Master, are you leaving now? Aren't you going to help them anymore? They are so pitiful." Lone Wolf asked, looking at the retreating figures of his grandfather and grandson.
Fang Zheng thought of the scene of the old man sharing the money, and then silently shook his head and said: "That is a respectable old man. She has her own principles. Too much help is just charity to her. Let's go and see our cash machine.
How's it going?"
Lone Wolf was stunned: "A cash machine? What cash machine?"
At the same time, Lao Chang and Huang Sansiao were walking out of the Internet cafe with confused expressions. Then they looked up at the sleet in the sky and looked at each other with confused expressions.
"What do you think I'm doing? Where's the money?" Lao Chang asked with a depressed look.
Huang Sansiao asked back: "Who should I ask if you ask me? Where is your money?"
Lao Chang took out his wallet, opened it, and saw it was empty. He shouted, "See for yourself, this is ridiculous. Whose thief is such a grandson? He stole the money and didn't even have a coin left...",