Ou Junlang is the young boss of the Ouhe Group, and his whole demeanor has the temperament of a nouveau riche. But the amazing thing is that his driver drives very steadily.
You will neither run through lights nor use yellow lights, and you won't be caught honking your horn just because someone is blocking you.
This middle-aged driver looks as calm as his back.
Today, he wrote six songs in a row and played the drums. Chen Feng felt a little tired, and he couldn't think of anything that he and Ou Junlang could have in common, so he simply closed his eyes and rested in the car.
Ou Junlang didn't realize that there was anything rude about him, but took it for granted.
In Ou Junlang's understanding, creation is something that consumes extremely brain cells.
He simply couldn't imagine how many brain cells it would cost to write six classics in one day.
"Uncle Long, on the premise of keeping it as stable as possible, drive a little faster."
Ou Junlang lowered his voice and said.
He thought Chen Feng was asleep.
The driver, Uncle Long, nodded, then gently applied the accelerator, keeping the speed of the vehicle firmly at the 80 speed limit of the urban main road.
"Master, who is following behind?"
Uncle Long asked in a lower but calm voice.
"The young master of the Zhou family must have brought me the prick head. It won't be a problem. When they get to the place, they will naturally recognize me. They should be able to understand my attitude and don't dare to mess around."
In fact, this was the reason why Ou Junlang insisted on sending Chen Feng home.
Uncle Long asked: "The young master of the Zhou family is getting more and more ignorant of the rules. Should I report it to the boss to avoid any complications?"
Ou Junlang shook his head, "Don't, my dad is annoyed when he sees me now. If he knows that I am making trouble with people like Zhou A, he is afraid that he will deal with me first."
At this moment, a loud noise was heard, and the Magotan's body suddenly shook violently.
Uncle Long squeezed the steering wheel with both hands and reminded loudly: "Master, sit still! This man is crazy!"
Albert Ou firmly grasped the sides of the seat with both hands, and reminded Chen Feng, "Master, don't fall asleep! I don't know where Zhou A found this madman, he even dares to hit my car!"
Chen Feng, who had been dozing since the beginning, didn't need his reminder. He had already tightened his seat belt with lightning speed.
As soon as he fastened his seat belt, the Toyota Land Cruiser slammed into him again with a desperate attitude like a desperado.
This is definitely a veteran.
The collision angle of the Land Cruiser is very subtle. It cuts in at an oblique angle from the side and rear, and hits the left rear door of the Magotan from the side.
This proves that Land Cruiser’s drivers are extremely experienced.
Generally, when a car with a high chassis collides with a car with a low chassis, the outcome is not simply determined by the weight of the car. Off-road vehicles can easily be overturned by ordinary sedans.
The important thing about this person's collision is that it can effectively avoid rollover.
Of course, this has advantages and disadvantages, that is, Magotan has not completely lost its balance in direction.
If the driver of the Magotan is a newbie and loses control in this sudden crisis and slams on the brakes, the wheels may slip, resulting in loss of direction and rollover.
But it is obvious that Uncle Long has rich experience and is not afraid of danger.
After another violent vibration, the Magotan staggered but remained stable.
In the car, Ou Junlang had just taken out his cell phone and was about to call his father for help, but the shaking caused him to lose his hands.
He cursed, "Ghost!"
Then he craned his neck and looked worriedly in the direction of the back seat.
After all, Chen Feng is an ordinary person, so I am afraid he will be quite scared.
Unexpectedly, Chen Feng was still sitting firmly. Instead, he angrily scolded Ou Junlang, "Don't move! Sit tight!"
Ou Junlang pursed his lips in wonder and sat still, feeling puzzled.
Why is my master so calm? He shouldn't be.
Little did he know that although Chen Feng did not participate in the war after a thousand years, he had received quite brutal formal military training, and he performed quite well in the training.
This small scene cannot scare him.
"Damn it, it's a good thing this guy isn't very good at hitting. If he hits the butt of our car, I'm afraid it won't be stable."
After another collision, Ou Junlang saw that Uncle Long could still hold his own, and felt much more at ease, so he said this.
But Uncle Long shouted loudly, "Master, don't be distracted! This man is not simple!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Xun rushed up again.
It turned out that Magotan had been knocked into the rightmost lane without even realizing it.
"Fuck! He's going to knock us off the curb!"
Uncle Long, who had never said bad words, could not maintain his grace either.
Seeing Lu Xun rushing up again, Uncle Long slammed on the brakes.
The car body turned 180 degrees on the spot.
However, the driver of the Land Cruiser was really a master. He stepped on the brakes first and then swung the rear of the car sideways with greater force from the inside.
The rear of the Land Cruiser hit the rear of the Magotan, forcing the Magotan off the road.
Next to the road is a slope about two meters high with a very steep slope.
Even if Uncle Long is possessed by the car god, he still can't control it.
The car body completely lost its balance, flipped over, rolled along the slope, and then landed headfirst on the ground.
Fortunately, the structure of the car body was good, so it was not completely deformed, and the three people were squeezed to death inside.
The three of them were beaten badly, but Chen Feng felt that they only suffered minor injuries at most.
"Are you guys okay?"
Chen Feng held the roof of the car with one hand, slowly unbuckled his seat belt with the other hand, and spoke first at the same time.
"Master, are you okay?"
Uncle Long, who was sitting in the driver's seat in front, was not slow in his movements. He slightly moved his face away from the airbag and asked.
Fatty Ou was so overweight that his seat belt almost broke. His face was buried in the air bag and he had difficulty breathing.
He waved his hands indiscriminately and said angrily, "It's okay, I can't die. Damn it, Zhou A! I won't torture you to death! I'll fuck you!"
Now he was really furious.
"Let's get outside the car first to avoid a fire or explosion."
Chen Feng and Uncle Long turned over almost at the same time.
The back door on the left had been completely deformed and could not be opened, so Chen Feng had to move to the right to open that door.
At this moment, the driver's door was opened from the outside first.
"Yo. You're a broken Didi driver. You have good driving skills. What's the matter? Didn't you still get knocked over by grandpa and me? Are you going to fight your grandpa and me? You need to practice for two more years. Do you know what your grandpa and I used to be called in the world?
Second Ring Overlord, do you know?"
The owner of the voice sounded fluid and young.
Chen Feng turned his head and saw a grinning face approaching from the car door.
Under the dim light of the distant street lamp, this man smiled very unrestrainedly and wildly.
He first ignored Uncle Long who remained calm, and then looked at the back seat with his head in the air.
He was a little surprised to find that Chen Feng had gotten out of trouble and turned around.
"Mr. Chen is quite capable. He didn't even knock you unconscious. You're very impressive. I admire you. However, I originally thought it would be better for you to faint. After all, I will have to break both of your hand tendons later.
That will hurt."
Chen Feng didn't have time to speak.
Ou Junlang, who was still head down in the passenger seat, was already furiously cursing.
"I'm your uncle's second ring overlord! Why don't you open your fucking eyes to see who I am! After all, Zhou A gave you tens of millions, and you dare to hit my car!"
