"Dongyaodongyao, I'm Dongguai. The hen has left the nest. He will arrive at you in 30 seconds. Pay attention to keeping up."

"Dongyao received it."

The plainclothes brother started to complain after he hung up the intercom: "Peat chicken, stew it! MD Our team Zhang is becoming more and more unreliable..."

Xiao Liu was driving and laughing, slowly getting started.

Huang Yijie drove his Mercedes-Benz S320 and followed the White Jetta without any awareness.

Two cars crossed three blocks simultaneously, one in front and one behind.

Huang Yiyi was upset and did not realize anything was wrong, but Jetta still turned right in advance and turned to a fork in the road.

"Two holes and two holes, I am the hole, and I will take over the hen."

"Two holes received."

A new car drove out of the neighborhood next to it and followed Mercedes-Benz quietly.

All the details show that Huang Yijun has been thoroughly studied.

Not to mention that Lao Huang has no basis for anti-researching, even after professional training, it is difficult to escape the networking level of this level.

Everything that happened next was so natural.

Calling friends, he got a few girls, first kidding, then having a group party, and finally the uncles who broke into the door stewed a big pot.

When Huang Yi-jeong was tortured, he was still in the state of being the eldest and the second, and he was so awesome.

"You, what are you doing? Let me go, grass! Do you know, do you know who I am?"

"Bang!"

Dongyao slapped him on the back of his head, and his hands hurt and he didn't wake up.

Young Master Huang struggled and cursed in a daze: "NMGCBD, please wait for me!"

Ya is now bare-headed, and because of the medicine, she is still holding a gun in front of her.

My body struggled back and forth and almost thrust my uncle's pants.

Dongyao was so angry that he hurriedly took a step away.

Lao Huang has no brains now and instinctively wants to run away, then he staggers forward.

But both hands are cobbled behind their backs, and it is difficult for normal people to rush up, let alone a crazy crazy person?

Just one step away from your body balance.

Then there was a crisp sound...

A flat ground facing downwards fell flat on the floor.

Next second.

"Aowu...ohohohohohohoh..."

Old Huang suddenly raised his head, dragged two lines of nosebleed, howled halfway through his throat, leaving only heartbreaking tremolo.

Close the camera and give the face a close-up: Bloodshots instantly covered Lao Huang's eyeballs, densely packed? Just like cracks on the surface of porcelain? Full of incomplete beauty.

It also seemed like evenly cracked tea eggs, exuding a rich and slutty atmosphere.

(Okay~ The first time I turned on anti-theft in my life?    So excited! I don’t know if it works?                                           �

The egg, did it really break? Others don’t know.

Anyway, something must have been broken.

In two or three seconds, something swollen into purple radish.

What were the men I saw? They all shivered suddenly.

The other people involved in the case? They squatted in an instant, trembling like a little quail.

It's so scary!

Uncle, don’t use force, I will help you!

So, the uncles found a large bag very smoothly.

...

On the morning of the 27th? Wang Yan woke up and walked downstairs? He saw Jianwu squatting in the exhibition hall to wipe the car.

I looked at my watch in a daze. It was no problem, at 6:35 in the morning.

When Jianwu saw Wang Yan's actions, he shook his head and smiled with a self-deprecating smile: "The pressure is a bit too high, can't you sleep well? Just go downstairs and take a look."

Wang Yan patted his shoulder and signaled to understand.

Looking at the spacious and luxurious exhibition hall in front of you? The lights are brilliantly illuminated and shines on 30 top supercars? Wang Yan also feels a sense of unreality like a dream.

Half a year ago, let alone own it? I couldn’t imagine it when I looked outside through the glass curtain wall.

In that city full of nouveau riche? Wang Yan is just a small shrimp living in a shanty town.

There are only two people in the same level: Zhang Yin and Wang Yonglei.

Raise your head? But there are mountains after mountains.

The first floor is urban children from employees' families, the second floor is Yu Qiuli and the academic master, the third floor is rich children represented by Liu Weilong, the fourth floor is rich second generation such as Gu Jiashu, and the fifth floor is He Meng, a little prince and princess from a top rich family.

Going further up?

He jumped directly to Wang Siming's level in one step, because the middle class could not imagine it at all.

In the eyes of the sages at that time, the He Meng family was a top rich man who could never reach.

It was really funny at that time. The vision was only as big as the yard, and the dream was only as wide as an Apple phone.

What about now?

At the business level, he is on par with Wang Siming.

In terms of reputation, the post-90s generation are the best.

In terms of influence, it is more like a combination of first-line traffic stars and Internet rookies, and it also has the dual attributes of idols and elites.

Overall, I have already left He Meng and don’t know how far away it is.

Just looking at the exhibition hall in front of you, the Speed ​​League, founded by yourself, is now one of the most awesome supercar clubs in China.

We have to distinguish between the top and bottom, sit and look at each other.

Two Ferrari Rafas, one Porsche 918, two McLaren P1, one Koenigsegue Agera    R, one Bugatti Veyron 500 limited edition, one Paganizonda    F…

A small exhibition hall, the total price of vehicles belonging to its own club exceeds 500 million.

What a drastic change this has been since July last year?

When the opening ceremony is successfully concluded, the Speed ​​League will even become a holy place for supercar enthusiasts across the country, because the name of God Wang was originally called a real sword and a gun on the field.

When I was busy, I didn’t have time to think about it. Now I sit down and look back, and Wang Yan feels unbelievable.

It only took me 8 months to do all this today?!

You should know that if you use respiratory wages to upgrade the system step by step, it will take 519 days and 17 months to solve the level 10 system!

Damn, I might really have Husky blood...

The kind that no one can hold on to the joy.

After silently complaining, Wang Yan suddenly felt very proud of himself.

But isn’t it good to praise yourself?

After thinking about it, he turned around and asked Jianwu: "Brother Jianwu, am I powerful?"

Jianwu was confused when asked on the spot.

I can't sleep well, and Is it a subtle connection between you and whether you are powerful... Is there any subtle connection between the two?

I didn't figure it out, but I had to answer the question and nodded decisively: "The entire second-generation circle of Demon City can't find anyone better than you."

Brother Dog smiled happily, revealing two rows of small white teeth: "So, I'm in front of you, are you afraid of a lantern? The Speed ​​Alliance has made a name for itself, and the results are everyone's. If you make a big disaster, people will definitely be the first to look for me. Don't be cowardly, just do it!"

Jianwu became lame on the spot.

Tears shone with tears in my eyes: "President, you are our pride. Without you, we wouldn't be able to gather together! I, Zhou Jianwu, never impressed anyone when I was a child. Only after I met you did I know what a genius is..."

"Stop it! Brother, don't talk about these things."

Brother Dog decisively stopped Jianwu's urge to continue filming. He smiled like a father, swayed his cell phone and left.

"I'll answer a call, you're busy with yours."

Seeing Jianwu continue to do the cleaner's work like a chicken blood, Wang Yan felt very happy.

There are more and more people with initiative tools, which is great.

The matter of the Speed ​​Alliance is likely to be ignored in the future. I feel comfortable!

...

Power and other things were never taken seriously by Wang Yan from beginning to end.

He just wants to romance.

If you are tied up by live broadcasts, racing, business, and negotiations every day, then what kind of wealthy people are you?
To be continued...