Lose 100 million today

The young man's voice is beautiful, clear and clean, like the sound of nature.

He probably didn't expect that someone would stand up for him, so he seemed a little embarrassed.

Chuzheng pulled her sleeves back and gave him a warning look. The young man's eyes flashed slightly and he retracted his hand in a nonchalant manner.

Chuzheng continued to ask the people on the ground: "Do you want money?"

"We must pay for it!" the old man expressed somewhat euphemistically.

"Yes, this must be compensated."

"It's still reasonable to hit someone."

The onlookers followed suit.

Chuzheng knelt down and spread the plastic bag in front of him: "There are fifty thousand here."

The old man's eyes suddenly lit up, showing greed. The people who had just helped the old man also looked at each other.

"You want to help him compensate?" Someone asked: "Is he your friend?"

"I don't know him." Chuzheng paused and said something that made everyone want to hit her: "But I have money."

"..."

"Now, if you get up and hit that car, the money will be yours." Chuzheng pointed to the car parked next to her slowly.

The old man didn't quite understand what Chu Zheng meant: "What?"

"Didn't you just want to touch my car?" Chuzheng said, "Give you a chance."

elder:"……"

Everyone: "..." Are today's rich people so boring? Let others touch your car!

"What are you talking about, little girl!" The old man quickly scolded: "Who wants to touch your car!"

He had indeed taken a fancy to Chu Zheng's car before.

They are in this business, and their ability to identify cars is much better than ordinary people.

People who drive good cars generally don't care too much. A few thousand dollars is nothing to them.

Chuzheng asked calmly: "Do you want money?"

The old man's lips trembled, and he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it. He looked at the "passers-by", and they didn't know what information they exchanged with their eyes.

The old man was finally moved: "Give these to me?"

Chuzheng: "I keep my word."

Fifty thousand yuan is a lot of money.

Usually, extorting a few thousand dollars is a big deal...

As for the face? How can people like them ask for face? Can they blackmail money by asking for face?

Anyway, if they get the money and run away, no one can catch them.

Thinking this way, the old man made a decision in his heart.

Some of the onlookers were in groups, but there were also just passers-by. Their expressions changed after hearing the old man's words.

"What if you lied to me?"

Chuzheng took out a wad from the plastic bag and put it directly into his hand with the prodigal attitude of "I have plenty of money".

With the money in his hands, the old man felt a lot more at ease.

Without caring about anything else, he got up from the ground, still looking like he was wailing after being hit just now.

The old man was very good at touching porcelain, and he bumped directly into Chuzheng's car.

Chuzheng did not break her promise and gave the remaining money to the old man.

Everyone was stunned.

It’s so… so giving!

Is this filming?

Or a reality show?

Isn’t there a reality show that specifically captures the reactions of passers-by?

However, everyone searched for a long time and couldn't see any cameras anywhere.

"Fuck you! I'm a beauty, why don't you give me some money too!" someone in the crowd shouted.

The other passers-by also reacted and started talking about it.

"Is this old man a professional at porcelain?"

"Beauty, why are you doing this? He is a liar and you gave him so much money. You might as well donate it if you have the money."

The old man took the money and ran away immediately while no one was paying attention.

Together with the few 'passers-by' who had just shouted, they quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Chuzheng returned to the car.

"You bastard, how can I be a prodigal?"

【……】

The King didn't want to talk.

Who taught her this?

Who do you want to thank you for? Is it porcelain? !

The King suddenly had a bad feeling...

-

The protagonists were all gone, and the onlookers dispersed besides lamenting that the prodigal son could do anything now.

Chuzheng's eyes fell on that young man.

He was standing next to the fallen bicycle, looking at her. He wanted to step forward but didn't dare, looking a little uneasy and hesitant.

Only then did Chuzheng see a piano case lying on the ground. It had been thrown open and there was a guitar inside.

[Hidden mission: Please get a Shengyan good guy card to prevent Shengyan from turning black. 】

Chuzheng: "??"

who?

That kid outside?

【Yes. 】The king shouted: 【Little sister, he is as old as you. 】

Chuzheng: "..."

How big is it? !

[Some people just look small. 】

Chuzheng: "..."

Are you saying that I don’t look small?

[...] Wang Zhehao decided to shut up, so as not to offend the young lady who was always in a state of explosive state inside.

Chuzheng tapped her fingertips on the steering wheel: "I don't think this name fits him at all."

The young man outside looked like a kind of pitiful little boy who was a bit obedient and was bullied. He didn't feel that the name Sheng Yan had anything to do with him.

The boy finally plucked up the courage to walk over and knock on the car window.

Chuzheng rolled down the car window. Sheng Yan's face was bruised and bruised in many places, but they had begun to improve. It was obvious that he had been injured for some time.

"Thank you." The young man's eyes were clear and he couldn't see the darkening of the mission. He thanked him softly.

"He originally came for me." Chuzheng said nonchalantly: "If you hadn't rushed up suddenly, I would have been the one he attacked."

The young man let out a soft 'Ah', then exhaled: "Thank you anyway."

He stepped back and bowed ninety degrees.

Chuzheng watched the boy's movements until he stood up straight and asked slowly: "Where are you going? I'll take you there."

The young man was obviously frightened and shook his head: "No, no need, I..."

"Aren't you in a hurry? Get in the car."

"ah……"

-

The boy was really in a hurry. If he wasn't in a hurry, he wouldn't be able to ride so fast.

but……

He probably was too late.

However, Chuzheng didn't listen to his explanation and asked him to put the bicycle behind him. The boy got into the car with his guitar and sat awkwardly on the passenger seat.

"My name is Sheng Yan..." The young man said tentatively: "Thank you, you are so kind."

Chuzheng: "..."

look! I got the good guy card the first time we met!

【However, there are no eggs. 】

Chu Zheng was poured cold water on Chu Zheng, and the bubbles in her heart disappeared instantly.

"You...can I know your name?" the boy asked again.

"Chu Zheng." Chu Zheng's tone was slightly colder: "Meng Chu Zheng."

"What a nice name."

"..."

The place where Sheng Yan was going was a company. Chu Zheng parked the car outside the company. The boy took off his seat belt and said, "Well, can I leave your number?"

Chuzheng glanced at him.

Sheng Yan's face suddenly turned red, and he stammered in explanation: "I just wanted to treat you to dinner and thank you. I had no other intention."

Chuzheng took out the original owner's business card and put it in his hand: "It doesn't matter if you have other intentions."

The young man looked at her in astonishment, then almost stumbled out of the car and took off the bicycle behind him.