Late at night, there are few vehicles on the Second Ring Road.
No longer worried about disturbing the residents, the dispersed security vehicles gradually gathered together to form a long convoy, driving on the North Second Ring Road.
"You vomited all over me, so Shabby can still get promoted?"
In the Audi, Er Mao asked angrily.
Zhao Song said calmly: "I have been wronged, and he is still in office for a short period of time, so the successor has not been chosen yet."
"A pig can do better than him even if he sits on it."
"Maybe," Zhao Song said with a smile, "he has allowed me to earn a house over the years he has been in office."
After saying that, he sighed and said helplessly: "Although gambling is not good, the money you received should not be wasted."
"Brother, what do you do?" Ermao has two square eyes. Brother just said that he will still be in office in a short period of time.
"Use your junior high school mathematics knowledge to make a simple doubling-up plan. Just keep buying Chinese football and lose." Zhao Song curled his lips, "They are only at the junior high school level."
"..."
As a senior fan, Er Mao's face instantly darkened. He was about to say something, but was interrupted by a roar that was getting closer and closer.
"Brother." Ermao reminded in a deep voice. As an experienced and professionally trained driver, he could instantly understand the situation behind him.
"Enter the middle lane and drive at an even speed."
Er Mao quickly turned on the turn signal, waited for a smooth lane change, took out the walkie-talkie from behind, and unplugged the headphone cord.
"Boss," the invisible man's steady voice came over the intercom, "It's seven supercars, led by professional drivers, with an unknown purpose."
Zhao Song picked up the walkie-talkie and asked: "Are they speeding?"
"It suddenly slowed down behind us and is now driving normally. I don't know what it is planning to do."
Listening to the roar behind him, Zhao Song pondered for a moment and ordered: "All the cars behind should slow down and get behind them to prevent social vehicles from overtaking."
"Boss?!" the invisible man questioned.
"You know what's going on with my car. They can't even hit me if they get on it."
"……clear."
"The two vehicles in front change lanes into two lanes, inside and outside."
Understanding Zhao Song's intention, the two vehicles quickly completed the lane change, forming an inverted formation that completely blocked the main road of the Second Ring Road.
If the supercar team is provocative, they will pass through a gap of less than 4 meters; if they remain calm, the emergency parking lane is the safest option.
"Er Mao, change the mode."
"Pa~"
The cover opened, revealing a hidden red button, and Er Mao endured his excitement and pressed it.
"Boom~"
The W12 engine that has been suppressed is like an awakened beast, using the dual exhaust pipes hidden in the surround to roar as loudly as the supercar behind it.
"elder brother?"
"Wait." Zhao Song said in a deep voice. He had played with all the models behind him in the United States, so he couldn't fully understand them. However, the sound of releasing the accelerator was clear. For no other reason, he was timid.
The supercar team didn't let them wait long, and soon the leading car came up.
The gap is so big that you don't need a professional driver to pass it with just a bold kick of the accelerator.
"Buzz~"
"grass!"
As the leading car brushed against the Audi and overtook him, Ermao cursed angrily.
The purpose of supercars is clear - to provoke!
"elder brother."
"Wait."
Zhao Song closed his eyes and listened carefully to the roar.
One car, two cars, three cars.
There's a Porsche in the back.
Zhao Song smiled. The car was a good car, but if the floor was a little looser, the engine would fluctuate slightly.
"Buzz~"
"Coming~"
The Porsche quickly tied with the Audi, but the change in distance between the two cars was not the performance that floor oil should have.
He was loose.
Zhao Song smiled: "Step on!"
Er Mao held the steering wheel tightly and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.
"Boom~"
"Bang~"
"duang~~duang~ddd~"
"What is this?"
In the car, Zhao Song and Er Mao were stunned as the butt of the car rolled.
"Er Mao, are you fucking speeding?"
"No!" Ermao said unjustly.
Zhao Song quickly picked up the walkie-talkie and roared: "What's going on?"
"It's probably a assembled truck from a roadside shop," the invisible man's steady voice came, "Boss, I saw the driver. He's fine."
Such an expensive car, let alone a speed exceeding 80km/h, as long as you wear a seat belt, you will still be safe no matter how fast you go.
But Zhao Song didn't expect that there would be someone who was cheating...
Why are TM’s assembled trucks joining in the fun?
…
Audi slowed down, passed the supercar team, and slowly stopped on the side of the road.
"Shua~"
Er Mao took out his stick and turned around and asked, "Brother, have you forgotten the security plan?"
Zhao Song waved his hand angrily: "Do your thing."
"oh."
Ermao got out of the car, leaned against the back door, glanced around, then picked up the stick, pointed at the young people gathered together, and shouted loudly, "Stop, don't get close."
"呲呲呲~"
The security car pulled up.
The invisible man quickly came to Ermao, put his right hand into his shirt, and stared at the young people.
"Stop!"
The leading young man's hair suddenly stood up, and he stretched out his hands to stop his companion:
"I...we just want to ask how to solve it."
"Wait."
At this time, four security guards had surrounded the young man.
"呲~"
A Mercedes-Benz and an Audi stopped side by side, with just enough space to open the doors.
Then, as if acting countless times, the driver of the Mercedes-Benz quickly got out of the car and stood in front of the gap between the two cars. Ermao ran into the driver's seat. At the same time, the invisible man quickly filled the gap behind, covering the gap between the two cars completely.
"Safety."
"Listen to my command, three, two, one, let's go!"
A figure quickly moved from Audi to Mercedes-Benz, and Zhao Song quickly completed the transfer.
As for getting out of the car and pretending to be slapped in the face? He wanted to, but that was impossible. This was the biggest lesson he learned after being willful in the United States.
The Mercedes-Benz started and quickly left the scene under the protection of two security vehicles.
"..."
When the young people recovered from the shock, they discovered that a serious middle-aged man was already standing in front of them.
"This is my client's full power of attorney. Please leave the car where the accident occurred. The traffic police will arrive immediately. Because the client has a special status, we need to make it official. There is no room for negotiation."
"Okay, then we'll wait."
The leader took his companion back to the convoy, comforted the driver whose legs were shaking from the accident, and then picked up the phone.
"Hello?" Xing Sheng's confused voice came.
The leader pursed his lips and said with a serious face: "Brother, something happened, and you and Sister Zhao Rong need to handle it together."
"What's up?"
"We knocked Zhao Song."
"..."
The leader took away the phone and waited for Xingsheng to finish cursing before putting it to his ear again.
"Can't you say hello to the traffic police?"
"Brother, 6 of the seven cars are shared. I don't have that ability."
"..."
"Brother, there's nothing I can say about this. Knowing that Zhao Song gave in after the old man called me, everyone was very excited, and you were the one who convinced me. They didn't listen to my words at all."
"...wait." Xingsheng hung up the phone angrily.
The leader lowered his head and hung up the phone without seeing him open his mouth.
…………
In the fast-moving Mercedes-Benz, Zhao Song was dialing a number with an area code. After hanging up with the other party, he closed his eyes and rested. No one saw his fleeting smile.
…………
2003, June 15, 0:45 am.
This is a very ordinary time, maybe it is special to some people, such as Zhao Song.
The reason why it is special is that in Paris, which is a full six hours behind the capital, a performance sponsored by Tesla is being staged.
A girl who was only 18 years old walked onto the stage that was full of 't's. Under the gaze of red-eared men in the audience, she sang Madonna's song "Beautiful Spring Island" and twisted her head.
The devil's waist.
Some people say that she is the most beautiful woman in the universe, but Zhao Song has no objection.
By the way, that woman’s name is Alizee, the little queen of France!
It is always said that rebirth can make up for regrets, but Zhao Song still unfortunately did not show up at the waist twisting scene in this life, which made his hatred for Xing Sheng and others increase to another level.
…………
1:00.
The car stopped slowly.
Zhao Song opened his sleepy eyes: "Are we here?"
"Brother, you'd better look out the window."
Zhao Song pretended too much, and then his saliva started to flow down.
Opening the door, getting out of the car, and taking two bunches of kidneys, Zhao Song smiled broadly:
"Grandma Gui, why haven't you confiscated the stall yet?"
Grandma Gui smiled and looked at Zhao Song who was eating kidneys: "The workers on the night shift have just left, so we will close the stall now."
"Grandma Gui, I love your waist, so you have to take care of yourself."
"I know, I know," Grandma Gui couldn't help but smile from ear to ear, "Come over whenever you want to eat, I'll keep it for you."
"Okay~"
Zhao Song agreed with a smile, feeling extremely satisfied.
Prosperity and dignity, this may be the life he longs for, instead of a life filled with conspiracies and calculations every minute.
"Mr. Zhao, feel free to eat the grilled sausage, it's from Shuanghui."
"Okay~"
"Mr. Zhao, Mao Dan, I picked the one with the cub for you."
"Okay."
"Mr. Zhao, leek roll teppanyaki, I saw you vomited so neatly tonight, do you want to make up for it?"
"Okay~"
How wonderful this kind of life is, Zhao Song thought happily, winning or losing may not be so important.
But he doesn't know that for many people, his victory or defeat has always been important.
…………
As all the night shift workers left, people began to close the stalls and clean them. It was already six o'clock in the morning for the next shift, and it was a world of early stalls.
Today's street vendors are a little unusual.
After cleaning up and picking up the cart, they put the cart at the designated place. People gathered in twos and threes to chat. At the same time, they also walked towards the nearest bank branch. There, there were already several old men and women queuing up.
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4:00 am.
Liu Ke was woken up by a phone call from a friend. When he realized the seriousness of the matter and came to the bank branch of the Industrial Park, he was stunned by the two lines of people that stretched as far as he could see.
What's even more troublesome is that there are so many bank branches in the industrial park and there are such long two-row queues, even in other places in Pingchang District...
Tesla in Pingchang District is like this, but what about the Shenzhou that Zhao Song gave away as a gift? I don’t know how many companies and individuals have been helped by the listing of Shenzhou and the housing reform in the Jiuxianqiao area.
There are also DK in Dianhai, Xiaohecun, and by the way, Zhonghai. They should have some knowledge there, and they won't only know the use of cash like here, right?
Liu Ke didn't dare to think about it anymore, he picked up the phone tremblingly.