There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 7: Online car-hailing
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"Recently, there is a crew that plans to come to our town for filming."
"I just have a way to get into a few group acting addictions, how about it, are you interested?"
"Two hundred a day, including lunch box lunch."
"This is not the point. The point is to see the goddess in my mind, Ye Qianqi!"
The local tyrant Dong said wryly on the phone.
The full name of the local tyrant Dong is Lu Dong, the Lu of Lu Bu, the east of Sunrise Dongfang. The local tyrant Dong has always introduced himself like this with pride in front of outsiders. He is the best friend of Fang Zheng before leaving office.
As the name suggests, the family is well-established. His father is a big boss in medical equipment, and his mother is a university professor. He has a family with perfect genes, and he is a real rich second-generation local tyrant.
Walking on the night road after 10 o'clock in the evening, the street has begun to be slightly deserted, and the cold darkness stretches the figure infinitely.
Fang Zheng said in surprise: "Your goddess is not your mother's university, is that the new female principal who suddenly landed in the air six months ago?"
"Of course they are all my goddesses, but Ye Qianqi is the first big goddess I know." The local tyrant Dong is shameless and justified.
"Hehe," Fang Zheng sent the local tyrant to the east, "The thickness of your face can be regarded as a torrent of clear water in a mudslide."
"If you are free to care about my affairs, it is better to care about your own affairs. Since Fangfang, you have resigned..."
Beep, a busy tone.
Founder hung up.
A few seconds later...The Tyrant Dong called Fangzheng again.
"Why are you kidding me again..."
Beep, there is only a busy tone in the microphone.
After finishing the call, he agreed a time with Lu Dong. After he notified him, Fang Zheng did not return to his residence immediately, but waited for the online taxi on the side of the road alone.
Fang Zheng has already tasted the sweetness of his practice during the day. He plans to go to the Municipal People's Hospital again to see if he can collect the mysterious gray air.
At this moment, Toutiao pushed a piece of local news.
Last night, a car mechanic in a 4S store of a luxury car brand secretly drove a thousand-year-old marriott car that a customer had placed in the 4S for maintenance on a mountain road. He lost control and broke the barrier barrier on a sharp turn. He fell off a cliff and died. The owner of the car has sued the 4S shop and went through legal procedures to make a claim.
Boom! boom! Rumble!
The roar of the engine is like a low roar of a beast, shattering the silence of the night, and galloping from the street in the distance.
A very domineering local tyrant Jin Daniel stopped beside Fang Zheng.
"Is it the online taxi you called?" A young man with yellow hair in the Lamborghini driver's seat, who was just in his early twenties, said to Fang Zheng who was standing on the side of the road waiting for the online taxi.
Looking at Lamborghini, one of the best runners in the running world, Fang Zheng didn't seem to react. He was a little dazed and didn't answer immediately.
"Are you going to the Municipal People's Hospital in the end?"
The yellow-haired man turned towards Fang Zheng who was dumbfounded, and confirmed again.
It wasn't until this time that Fang Zheng seemed to react, and said in amazement: "It turns out that some local tyrants are so idle to drive nets and carts to fish for girls."
"Thou tyrant, are you a Lamborghini?"
The yellow-haired man may see that Fang Zheng is not a woman's sister paper. He is a little cold and coldly said: "Yeah."
"Local tyrant, which Lamborghini series are you? My two-legged rural baby, I only know that the car logo is a big cow." Fang is as fresh as most people see supercars, and goes back and forth. The body spins.
"Don't touch it, you can't afford to sell the house if you hurt the paint." The yellow-haired man became a little impatient, perhaps because he didn't catch the young girl.
"Aventador, Aventador."
Fangzheng quickly searched for the car model on his mobile phone: "It costs more than 10 million top-of-the-line models!"
"Thou tyrant, are you the top match?"
"I heard that the value of a rear-view mirror can be exchanged for a down payment for a house."
Fang Zheng couldn't help being surprised and excited, and he reached out to touch the rearview mirror carefully.
The result... Click, crisp!
Lamborghini's right-ear rearview mirror was broken by Fang Zheng.
The yellow-haired man was stunned.
I didn't seem to expect such an unexpected scene, staring blankly at the rearview mirror held by Fang Zheng.
Fang Zheng held the rearview mirror with an innocent look: "Typical tyrants, are supercar rearview mirrors like toy cars, can they be taken down freely?"
To be an ordinary person and break the rearview mirror of a supercar, I was already panicked by this time.
The replacement of a supercar rearview mirror for a new house is definitely not a deliberate exaggeration.
You break someone else’s rear-view mirror and wait to sell the house for compensation, and then your wife and son change the surnames of other men.
This is exactly why, many people complain about the luxury cars on the road, just scratching a little car paint, it is hundreds of thousands, millions of dollars to the end.
To say that Founder was about to face high compensation, it was right to panic. However, Fang Zheng squatted down and broke the tire with both hands. He actually broke another tire abruptly and violently.
Boom!
Lamborghini's weightless body skewed, and the chassis of the body slammed on the concrete road, becoming a lame supercar, and the tires were in Fang Zheng's hands.
This is no longer selling a house!
I have to lose half of the car!
"It turned out to be the same as a toy car, which can be dismantled freely. It really deserves to be a high-end luxury car. This technology is cowhide." Fang Zheng exclaimed, without the awareness that he was dismantling a Thousand-Way Marriott car.
The body limped down, and the yellow-haired man in the driver's seat finally recovered from his daze, and immediately became furious.
"Is your kid looking for something deliberately!"
However, after talking like this for a while, Fang Zheng violently removed a door, a rear spoiler, an exhaust pipe, and a tire of the local tycoon Lamborghini.
At this time, Founder was planning to remove the front head cover.
The yellow-haired man who had been sitting in the car was completely furious, but he did not get out of the car. He would rather suppress his anger than leave the car. At this moment, I don't know if it is the dim effect of the street lights at night, making the yellow-haired man in the driver's seat look gloomy and resentful.
"When the motor rang, my parents were in vain. When you drive, go home and eat. If you don’t drive well, the whole village will go to your house for dinner. The master is in the folk, and he is lying in the underworld, lying in the morgue. The video stays in the world. You, Have you ever missed it?" Fang Zheng looked at the yellow-haired man in the car.
The yellow-haired man in the driver's seat suddenly looked flustered.
It was not the founder who violently dismantled the luxury car, but the car owner himself panicked first.
Boom! boom! Rumble!
The engine roared, making a loud roar like a beast, piercing through the silent night.
The yellow-haired man launched a supercar.
But this time it was different. Fierce flames spewed from the engine, igniting the entire body in an instant, turning it into a flame-burning evil spirit chariot.
He turned into the big cousin of Nicholas Cage Soul Chariot, the Evil Chariot in seconds.
The yellow-haired man in the driver's seat has also become a man full of flames.
"Dead!" The evil spirit rider let out a dull growl, touched the steering wheel, intending to drive the evil spirit chariot to kill Fang Zheng.
However!
Where is my steering wheel?
The evil spirit rider looked at the steering wheel in Fang Zheng's hand, dumbfounded.