Just as Li Yuanlang was about to call to inquire, the sound of car horns sounded not far away, and a huge monster roared slowly towards him.

The car has a wide body, a tall body, and the Cadillac logo is very conspicuous on the high black front.

Li Yuanlong is a driver, so he naturally knows the car very well.

This is a Cadillac President One car with a market value of millions.

When the car stopped steadily, a young man in a black suit, a white shirt and a black tie opened the cab door, hurried down, trotted open the rear door, and bowed to lead a man to walk down slowly.

The man was about 1.7 meters tall, a little younger than Li Yuanlong, about thirty years old, and was thin.

A dress of black clothes and black pants and black leather shoes can be shiny, which can all show people's shadows.

There is a dark green round jade pendant hanging around her neck, which looks very valuable. Because she wore a pair of black sunglasses, it covered most of her face, and she couldn't see what her eyes looked like.

After getting off the car, the man walked slowly to Li Yuanlang, took off his sunglasses and looked at Li Yuanlang from head to toe.

Then he asked: "Your name is Li Yuen Long?"

Li Yuanlang was disliked and disgusted by this man's arrogant and arrogant attitude, and nodded because of his face: "I am."

The man casually waved his head, "My aunt asked me to pick you up and follow me."

Li Yuanlang immediately raised his hand to stop him and said, "Who are you? Who are your aunt?"

The man who walked out a few steps immediately stopped and returned and snorted: "I forgot to tell you that my name is Zhang Meng, my aunt is Xue Lu, and my uncle is Xue Yongxiang. Now I know who I am."

Zhang Meng deliberately reported Xue Yongxiang's name, and believed that the local bun in front of him was shocked.

But Li Yuanlang just nodded and said "um", with a calm expression as if Xue Yongxiang was just a passerby.

Zhang Meng was so frustrated that he did not forget to add another sentence: "My uncle is the secretary of the Yuannan Provincial Party Committee and the first political commissar of the Yuannan Military Region. Have you never heard of it?"

Li Yuanlang, however, said two words: "I know."

Zhang Meng's nose was almost irritated. Xue Yongxiang is so famous that no one knows, but why does this local bun react mediocrely?

It’s rare and strange to the country people, so I don’t care about it.

Zhang Meng didn't let Li Yuanlang get into the car first.

Li Yuanlong hesitated for a moment, but he raised his legs and boarded the famous Cadillac President One.

To be honest, this is the first time Li Yuanlong has taken such a luxurious car.

The interior layout of this car is very exquisite and luxurious, with a sense of technology.

The 42 seat layout is still very large.

The interior is very luxurious and elegant, with beige leather and peach interior complementing each other.

The two main seats of the rear cabin are electric massage seats with leg support and heating functions. The rear seat can be powered to lift and lower a huge Samsung display.

It can be connected directly to the Internet, and it can also be similar to KTV singing, and the most cutting-edge boss speakers, giving this luxury car a super luxurious entertainment experience.

After Li Yuanlong sat on, he felt that the seat was very wide and its comfort was no less than that of the sofa at home, and it was soft and soft to protect the waist.

When the car started, Zhang Meng, who was sitting opposite Li Yuanlang, pulled out a cigar from the armrest and bit it in his mouth and said proudly: "The seat is adjustable, from 90 degrees to 180 degrees. If you are tired, you can lie down and rest. Moreover, this car uses a naturally aspirated V8 engine, with impeccable power and function. Let's talk about this floor, which uses a yacht teak floor, which can emit a faint fragrance. If you don't believe it, you can smell it."

Li Yuanlang looked down on this, how could he smell it?

Seeing his indifferent look, Zhang Meng thought that Li Yuanlang was frightened by the luxury of the car, and a hint of pride suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Then he asked, "Oh, have you never taken such a good car, or is this the first time you have seen such a car?"

Li Yuanlang frowned and said to him, "No matter how good it is, it's still a car."

As for the next sentence, what do you have to show off? He endured it and didn't say it out.

When Zhang Meng heard this, he was speechless, or was defeated by Li Yuanlang's tone.

How many people have been in his car like Liu Laolao entering the Grand View Garden, and they don’t have enough eyes to see. This person is better, and he doesn’t take it seriously at all.

Indeed, no matter how good this car is, it is still a car. Just like cars running on the road, worth tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands, it is a means of transportation to transport people and cargo.

He could not refute, so he could only smoke a cigar to eliminate his inner loss and frustration.

The choking cigar smell instantly spread throughout the car. Li Yuanlang was choked and coughed, so he took out Li Qunyu from his pocket and lit it and smoked it against Zhang Meng.

Zhang Meng didn't want to pay attention to Li Yuanlang. When he saw that he was smoking only 14 yuan per pack of ordinary Liqun cigarettes, he couldn't help but sneer: "Twist your cigarette, I choked my throat when I smelled it." As he said that, he threw a cigar.

Li Yuanlong didn't even pick it up, and the cigar cartridge jumped on his leg and fell to the ground after a few strokes.

Li Yuanlong still did his own thing and continued to smoke Liqun, and said, "No matter how good your cigar is, it is not as comfortable as me smoking Liqun. I am used to smoking this kind of cigarette. If I change the brand, I will choke my throat."

"You..." Zhang Meng pointed at Li Yuanlang with his finger, his face turned red, and said, "This cigarette is specially made from abroad. A cigarette is more expensive than your cigarette. I really don't know how to take it. I won't smoke it."

He turned his head out of the car window and stopped paying attention to Li Yuanlong, and even stopped looking at him.

When I first met Li Yuanlang, this young master Zhang was very upset and quite frustrated.

The Century Hall is located in a remote area on the Third Ring Road of the Capital, hidden in the community.

This is also a way of self-protection. The above repeatedly prohibits opening of high-end clubs of this kind of private nature.

There are policies above and countermeasures below, so the guild hall changed its location and opened it in an inconspicuous place. And the appearance looks very ordinary, just like the front of a low-end hotel.

Passing through the security door behind the first floor of the hotel, walking down a few steps, there is an elevator.

The elevator has a dedicated person to start the operation, which actually plays a role in venting the air.

When he saw that Zhang Meng was a regular visitor here, even the person who drove the elevator knew him and shouted "Men Shao" one by one.

Zhang Meng was also happy that others called him this, and generously threw a cigar at the man.

The man held it in his hand and sniffed it hard, praising: "The smoke is really good. It will be clear and refreshing when you smell it."

Zhang Meng couldn't help laughing proudly. Even when he walked out of the elevator, the corners of his mouth kept tilting upwards, and he never drooped.

The elevator display goes down to the third floor, open the door and walk out, which is a unique scene.

In a large hall, brightly lit, there is a fountain in the middle, rockery and flowers and vegetation intertwined, green and full of vitality.

I didn’t know that it was the hot summer, but I didn’t know that it was early winter, with leaves outside withered, branches falling apart, and a scene of withering.

There were waitresses wearing cheongsams and beautiful appearances leading Li Yuanlang and Zhang Meng to the 306 private room.

Although Zhang Meng had known this place for a long time, as soon as the boy came in, his small eyes were always staring at the waitress's slit cheongsam, constantly looking at the white thighs.

Following the waiter, his eyes looked from top to bottom. If Li Yuanlang hadn't been by his side, he would have probably reached out and patted the raised part.

How could his every move escape Li Yuanlang's eyes? He had a bad impression of lustfulness in his heart for this guy who likes to show off and is extremely arrogant.

Why did the Xue family produce such a playboy? It's really a disgraceful family style?

When we arrived at the door of the private room of 306, the waitress had a professional smile on her face, and politely opened the door, and said politely inside: "Ms. Xue, your guest has arrived."

The private room is decorated very luxuriously, with a thick red carpet on the floor. As soon as you enter the door, you will find a circle of genuine leather sofas. The one with your back facing Li Yuanlang is a woman sitting on the sofa with her head crossed.

The woman who heard the sound did not stand up, but still sat steadily.

Li Yuanlang had no choice but to follow Zhang Meng and stand in front of the woman.

The woman looks about fifty years old and elegant. Her face must have done a lot of skin care, without wrinkles, white and very delicate.

She looks average, and Zhang Meng's small eyes look like women.

Needless to ask, she should be Xue Lu, who invited Li Yuanlang in a domineering way.

Li Yuanlang greeted Xue Lu, who was still sitting upright, "Hello, Aunt Xue."
Chapter completed!