I send the system behind the scenes

Under the leadership of the teammates of the drag racers, the Rand five-member group planned to temporarily drive from the parking lot to the outside of the city. The population density in the city is high and the number of zombies is large. They will go outside the city temporarily, and then return to the city to find supplies at dawn.

Rand's suggestion was approved by the other four people. Running around the city with the lights on at night is a living target, the kind with its own positioning.

Although the process of driving out of the city was thrilling, it was as stable as an old dog. The old driver drove at the same speed without navigation. It seemed that this teammate was very familiar with the city route.

During the driving process, the driver's team member took the initiative to talk and chat. If he drove without talking, he would fall asleep easily. If he didn't talk, he would talk to himself.

The old driver, who lived in a slum since he was a child, grew up with petty theft and had no education, so he respected the highly educated Rand very much. After escaping, he felt that if he wanted to mess around, he had to mess with a good brain.

When he was caught stealing something and was about to be caught, he was so cruel that he pulled the taxi driver on the street out of the car, got in by himself, and quickly tried to step on the pedals one by one.

After knowing which one to drive, he stepped on the accelerator and left. It was the first time for the old driver to drive. It was also this time that the old driver discovered that he seemed to have a talent for driving.

After being in a hurry for a while, the old driver felt that he was one with the taxi and the car. He turned as he wanted, turned the steering wheel as many degrees as he could to achieve his goal, and subconsciously turned.

In the case that no one was wiped by force, he rushed out of the tight siege and escaped. It may be the first time he drove the accelerator pedal to the bottom. Therefore, the old driver used to step on the accelerator to the bottom when he drove, and the harder he stepped on it. , the better the state.

After escaping, this car must not be taken anymore, it has been targeted, and I am reluctant to lose it, so I plan to sell it. After this sale, the old driver found out that the money given is more than stealing other money. quick.

Diamonds and jewelry are all worn by rich people, and most of them are worn directly on the body. If you steal it, you will be quickly discovered. If you don’t have a wallet, you will be discovered as soon as you steal it. It is not easy to escape.

Moreover, the old driver grew up in a slum since he was a child, and he was very resistant to stealing things from the poor, so most of them stole from those who looked rich. Although there must be good people among the rich, but without a wallet, he would definitely not starve to death.

But now looking at the stack of banknotes in his hand, the old driver felt that he had found a new way to make a fortune, and the voice of the boss behind him also came, take care of the business more, and come here often in the future.

The boss is not a fool either, he knows that this poor-looking person can't afford a car, he must have stolen it, but who cares about this, as long as he can make money.

Although the money was deducted a lot, it was also given to the boy. Judging by the boy's expression, he should have tasted the sweetness. The business will last for a long time, so don't be too greedy, the boy will definitely come again.

I hope that before that kid is arrested, I can give me a few more cars. As long as the car is dismantled, the parts are assembled, the new car will be ready, and it will be sold for a huge profit.

As for involving yourself?Everything has been taken care of above, as long as you say you don't know, no one will hold you accountable.

The old driver once again felt the thickness of the banknotes in his hand, put the banknotes in his clothes, clamped them with his arms, and ran to the slums after making sure that there was nothing unusual on the outside.

The old driver only kept a few pieces of the money, and the rest was handed over to his parents, not his own parents, his parents were gone long ago, and he was one of more than a dozen orphans raised by his parents.

Parents' attitude towards themselves has never been better since I can remember. To be precise, it has never been better for all children. Parents are very irritable, and beating and scolding is common.

But it is this parent who beats himself from time to time, and brings up unwanted children like the old driver. If he has his own food, there will definitely be children.

Teach them how to be pickpockets from an early age, how to use other people's sympathy for children to get more benefits, teach them how to beg, teach them whoever bullies you, you will beat them back severely.

If someone leads a lot of people to bully you, you should beat the leader severely, leave the others alone, beat the leader desperately, and then no one will dare to bully you.

Teach them not to reveal their wealth. If they have something good, they must first think of themselves, hide it well, and don't tell anyone, even their parents themselves.

Although the old driver has never been educated, he is not stupid. What his parents taught him is the way of survival in the slums that normal people hate and is incompatible with the whole society.

If there were no parents, I and those children would either die silently, or be sold by human traffickers, or even be disabled, making profits for them as disabled people.

How can the high and powerful dignitaries care about the life and death of the people in the slums, as long as they don't go to the urban area and affect the appearance of the city.

With the money, the old driver returned to the slums and saw his parents on the construction site. At that time, the parents were helping others to unload the goods, and they were paid by the hour. Although it was less, it was better than nothing.

Seeing the old driver coming, the parents frowned, and said while unloading the goods: "Don't come to me if you cause trouble, I don't have money, I can solve it by myself, if I can't solve it, get out, and come back after the limelight passes."

The old driver grabbed the corner of the parent's clothes and forced the parents to lean over to listen to the old driver's whisper. After listening to the old driver, he cursed directly: "You are causing me trouble again. It seems that I can't do without beating you."

After speaking, he twisted the old driver's ears and walked out. The workers who were unloading the goods next to him couldn't help gloating and told you to raise so many children.

Pulling to a remote place, the parents let go of the hand that twisted the old driver's ears, and led the old driver to continue walking until they reached a remote alley, with their backs facing the outside, so that even if there were people, they couldn't see what they were doing.

The parents looked at the old driver, and the old driver nodded fiercely, clung to the parents, quietly took out the money, and stuffed it into the parents' arms. The parents glanced at it, felt the thickness, and their eyes became extremely complicated.

When I whispered to myself, I was dubious, but I couldn't express it. I must teach the children not to reveal their wealth, and I must do it. The workers who unloaded the goods together can't look down on others.

If you come out with the children in this way, the workers will only laugh at them, but no one will suspect, let alone think about money, and will not cause trouble.

After a long silence, the parent's hoarse voice came, "Thank you, the money will be used on the children. Don't do such a thing in the future, it's too dangerous."

The old driver nodded. After watching the parents turn around and walk out of the alley, he also jumped out and ran to the boss who just sold the car himself. He wanted to learn how to drive.