"I didn't expect it to be lively here."

The management office looked around in surprise. She was a little nervous and restrained when she experienced such an occasion for the first time.

In contrast, Zhang Lina seems much more generous.

Her family is a wealthy family, so she is more adaptable to this environment.

"Zi Shan, look!"

She pulled Zheng Zishan for a while.

"What?"

Zheng Zishan looked at the place she signaled, but she didn't see any surprises, but a group of people gathered there to chat.

"Look carefully, Liao Zifan is there!"

"Liao Zifan?"

When the management office heard this name, he was a little surprised and quickly looked over there.

"It's really him. He's here too."

Soon, Zheng Zishan also discovered Liao Zifan's existence.

He stood beside the young man with a bad attitude towards them just now, and a strange girl was following him.

"Haha, it's really a real playboy. He's actually changing his girlfriend so quickly."

Zhang Lina despised.

"He seemed to see us." The manager looked uneasy.

That's right, Liao Zifan did look at them.

"What are you afraid of? How else can he do to us?"

Zhang Lina was not afraid at all, and even glared at the other side.

"Forget it, don't pay attention to him."

Zheng Zishan said.

Zhang Lina withdrew her gaze.

"See, there are basically no one parked cars here. Management center, don't stand stupidly. Say hello to those handsome guys. Maybe you will run into your prince charming here tonight."

The management office looked red and spat.

"What are you talking nonsense? Why don't you go?"

Zhang Lina said: "I am not interested in Prince Charming, I like Prince Frog."

Zheng Zishan and the management office looked at each other, and then looked at Chen Liang next to him at the same time.

But Chen Liang didn't listen to them chatting at all, and was looking around with interest.

This should be the colorful world of the first-line rich second-generation in the East China Sea.

On the other side.

Qiu Zezheng greeted several young people.

"Ze, that's the female anchor you've been interested in recently?"

Several young men looked at Zheng Zishan with fun.

"It's not bad, it's quite pure, it's still a student, right? How long will it take to play this time?"

"You think Qiu Ze is as bad as you, and Qiu Ze personally ran over to bring someone here, so it must be a real play. Qiu Ze, this girl is good, she must be better than the masters in our circle."

"Okay, that's Qiu Ze's girl. Is it your turn to point fingers here?"

A guy interrupted and got back to the point.

"Qiu Ze, are you sure about this competition tonight? I just heard Pang Yanwu say that his car has also been modified, and the twelve-cylinder engine has cost millions!"

"Don't listen to him whispering. Who doesn't know that guy's driving skills? Don't talk about twelve cylinders. Even if you give him a fighter engine, it would be useless. With Qiu Ze's skills, it's easy to beat him."

"Yes, it's not the first time Qiu Ze and him are playing against each other. It's not enough to worry about any time he was not Qiu Ze's defeated player."

This racing champion sets up a prize of one million.

But for these rich second generations, this amount of money is nothing at all, and the issue of winning or losing face is undoubtedly more important to them.

Just as a few people were talking.

Pang Yanwu came over again.

"Qiu Ze."

The two waves of people lined up each other, and the smell of gunpowder began to spread invisibly.

"Pang Yanwu, what do you want to do?"

A young man here in Qiu Ze was not good at speaking.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not here to make trouble. I dare not disobey Sister Zhao's words."

Pang Yanwu smiled.

"I came here just to add a little bit of a lottery to this game."

What else did the guy want to say, but Qiu Ze reached out to stop him.

He looked at Pang Yanwu.

"What kind of lottery do you want to add?"

“It’s very simple.”

Pang Yanwu smiled and said, "I don't care if Sister Zhao or the others are ranked first in this game, and who is the winner? The loser kneels down and calls the winner Dad."

This bet is much larger than the bet of several million for these rich children born with a golden key.

"You mean the Father-Son Bureau?"

Qiu Ze's face was still calm.

This is not the first time he and Pang Yanwu have fought. Nine out of ten times, Pang Yanwu lost to him. Although he heard that Pang Yanwu spent a lot of money to fix a twelve-cylinder Martha this time, he really has nothing to be afraid of.

"That's right, it's the Father and Son Bureau."

Pang Yanwu nodded with a smile.

"How is it? Do you dare to answer?"

His posture of winning was a sure thing, but the people on Qiu Ze were suspicious.

Based on their experience, they expected that Pang Yanwu would not be Qiu Ze's opponent, but at this time they became a little hesitant.

"Ze, he is so confident, will he be cheating?"

Qiu Ze stared at Pang Yanwu, frowned slightly, and vaguely felt something was wrong.

"Why don't you talk?"

Pang Yanwu smiled with a very obvious provocation.

"Of course, this is voluntary, and if you don't want to, you can refuse."

Very clumsy provocation.

But the effect is very good.

What does this young master who has no worries about food and clothing and is angry at the horse that cares the most?

It's undoubtedly face.

"Okay, I'll pick it up."

In front of everyone, Qiu Ze could not retreat and agreed with a cold expression.

"readily!"

Pang Yanwu praised him, looked in a certain direction without leaving any trace, and smiled and said, "See you in the field later."

Then he turned around and left with a wave of people showing off his might.

The story of the father-son game spread and there was a lot of discussion for a while, which made the car more interesting.

Qiu Ze walked back to Zheng Zishan.

"What's wrong?"

Zheng Zishan saw that his face was a little wrong. She didn't get in there just now, and she didn't know what was going on.

"Did he cause trouble for you?"

"No, he just wants to make an appointment with me in a father-son game."

Qiu Ze explained.

"Father and Son Bureau?"
To be continued...