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Three hundred and fortieth chapters rear-end(2/2)

Passat? My car is called Faiteng, not Passat!

Chu Qing really doesn't know much about cars, and she doesn't even know what Passat looks like, so she didn't know what to say for a while. Moreover, Chu Qing just doesn't have a mobile phone now, so she can't tell the difference between Passat and Phaeton.

Maybe Passat and Phaeton are about the same price?

"I'll give you one thousand five, right?" The fat man was speechless when he saw Chu Qing staring at the headlights all the time.

"I think it's better to call the police... One thousand five is not enough."

"What? Not enough? Do you really think I'm easy to bully and want to cheat me? One thousand five is not enough?" The fat man widened his eyes. "Okay, if you want to call the police, then call the police. I don't believe you can make up for it. Don't be able to pay for 1 thousand five... I know Passat, it's worth the most."

The fat man took out his IP phone and called the police. After calling the police, he looked at Chu Qing with disdain.

What awesome is a person who drives Passat?

"Uh... Although I don't know what kind of car the Passat you mentioned is, my car is really not Passat." Chu Qing shook his head and was speechless.

"Is it not Passat or Magotan? I understand cars. Your car can only be about 200,000 at most, and it will definitely not exceed 300,000. Don't fool me." The fat man was still disdainful, and his face looked like I understand very much, you can't fool me.

"..." Chu Qing was speechless.

More than 300,000?

If you have more than 300,000 yuan, you can buy one for me to see?

A few minutes later, the insurance company came over. After identifying the car, the insurance company estimated a value for the car.

"How much?" The fat man was still calm and ready to pay.

"According to our estimates, the sea is about 20,000 yuan."

"Twenty thousand, oh, okay...what? Wait, what did you say? Twenty thousand!" The fat man's eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost.

"Yes, what's wrong with 20,000?"

"I just hit him a lamp, wiped a little skin, and made some sheet metal to just 20,000 yuan? Are you lying to me? Passat is worth the price?"

"Sir, please search the English letters online and see what kind of car this car is..." The insurance staff was speechless.

"Okay!" The fat man turned on his phone, then entered the English letters of Phaeton online, and his eyes widened after typing.

What?

Two million!

Does Volkswagen have such an expensive car?

Isn’t Volkswagen’s most expensive Touareg more than one million?

this……
Chapter completed!
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