Qin Huairu, you don't want Jia Dongxu to lose his job, do you?

At noon, Wang Feng received a call from the train station.

The ordered motorcycle arrived at Kyoto train station and asked him to pick it up.

Just at noon, Wang Feng put down the newspaper and set off to pick up the train at the train station.

When he arrived, he asked an elderly station worker where to pick up the motorcycle.

"Comrade, it turns out that the motorcycle is yours, so young to buy a motorcycle, it's amazing!"

The man looked at Wang Feng in amazement, and then showed him the way.

"Your motorcycle is placed in the courtyard of the railway station police station, we rarely encounter such valuables, there is no suitable place to put it, in case we lose it, we can't afford it, only the police station is the safest in the entire railway station."

"Thoughtful, thank you for bothering you." Wang Feng sincerely thanked and stuffed Bao Huazi over.

"Haha, this comrade of yours is too polite, it is my duty to take care of the motorcycle for you."

After walking more than a hundred meters, the two arrived outside the gate of the police station.

As soon as he entered, Wang Feng immediately saw a large cardboard box made of corrugated paper.

From the size, you can judge the big guy inside.

He couldn't wait to unpack.

Excited and anticipatory than ever.

This feeling is not many times more exciting than the unboxing of online shopping mobile phones and computers in the previous life.

After all, the box contains only thirty self-developed motorcycles in the country.

After unpacking the box, Wang Feng saw the items inside.

There is no foam filling this year, and it is fixed with a wooden frame to ensure that the box rolls over and does not fall into the motorcycle inside.

When Wang Feng unfolded the box on all sides, a brand new red motorcycle appeared in front of him, which was extremely eye-catching.

The red paint shone brightly, as if red was plated with a layer of sugar.

"Lao Zhang, the motorcycle owner came to pick up the car?" A police officer casually questioned the train station staff beside Wang Feng, his eyes staring at the motorcycle, his eyes extremely bright.

Lao Zhang nodded.

"Isn't it the owner of the car who dares to disassemble all the cardboard boxes?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of public security came out to watch.

"This motorcycle is beautiful."

"Better looking than our patrol car."

"Our first motorcycle for sale in Daxia, the newspaper said, there are only thirty in the country, if you ride on the street, it will definitely be more eye-catching than our patrol car."

"It's so beautiful, riding out has face."

"I'll buy one when I have money in the future."

..........

The public security in the police station who watched Wang Feng's car was envious.

Happy two-fifty-zero, beautiful, foreign.

Don't look at just a single cylinder, this motorcycle, the top speed can reach 110KM/h.

Equivalent to the speed of a car on the highway.

In addition to the motorcycle that is fixed by a wooden frame, there are many accessories in the large cardboard box.

A hammer, the purpose of which is obvious, is specially equipped for dismantling wooden frames.

A large iron lock, a set of maintenance tools, a small black leather bag, two army-green helmets, a double raincoat, a large parasol, a pump, a pair of front and rear inner tubes, a pair of front and rear tubes, a barrel of gasoline, a bottle of engine oil, a bottle of lubricating oil, a towel.

The pair of eyes that looked at the motorcycle unboxing, all couldn't help but glow.

Lao Zhang was the closest and was surprised: "I opened my eyes today, this motorcycle is different from the bicycle, I sent a lot of things, just send a hundred pieces, this has to change a bicycle." "

A public security officer took over the conversation: "Who said it wasn't, with the car with maintenance tools, but also send the wheel inner and outer tires, the general small problems are broken, you can repair them yourself, you don't have to go out to find a maintenance master to spend money." "

A satisfied smile also appeared on Wang Feng's face.

Today it is enjoyable to open the box, there are a lot of things, like opening a treasure chest.

The manufacturer is very generous, the value of 3700 pieces of flowers.

Wang Feng unzipped the small black leather bag, and inside was the key.

There are three in total, with two spare keys.

Putting the key in his pocket, Wang Feng proped up the motorcycle and used a hammer to tear down the wooden frame.

The motorcycle is already on the cards, stamped and ready to go on the road.

I rode a motorcycle for a while in my previous life, and although Happiness 250 is slightly different, it is roughly the same.

Wang Feng put on a military green helmet, inserted the key, and the dashboard indicator needle moved, showing that the fuel tank was full.

The car does not have an electronic ignition.

Under the gaze of a group of public security, Wang Feng slammed the lighter with his foot, as if starting a super run.

Boom, motorcycles on fire.

He unhesitantly hooked the gear, loosened the clutch, and the motorcycle slowly drove forward.

"Lao Zhang, I'll go back first, thank you for leading the way today." Wang Feng said hello to Lao Zhang, accelerated his head and turned around, and rode the motorcycle out of the police station.

Soon enter the street.

There were more people, and Wang Feng did not deliberately twist the accelerator at low speed to blow up the street, but he still became the focus of all pedestrians.

All black bicycles in traffic.

Happiness 250 is too eye-catching, like a red koi in a crucian carp pile.

The red paint on the surface of the motorcycle symbolizes the prosperity of life, and it is difficult not to attract attention.

Both men, women, and children, watched Wang Feng drive by with surprised and envious eyes.

Those fashionable girls are extremely hot-eyed and want to sit in the back seat of a motorcycle and blow the wind.

The cyclist teenagers who thought they were cool were all compared by Wang Feng.

Today, Wang Feng is the most beautiful boy on the streets of Kyoto, riding Happy 250 to a happy life.