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

Wang Feng rode back to the rolling mill on a motorcycle, and the doorman, Uncle Qian, almost didn't knock off the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

He has been guarding the door for so many years, and he has never seen a worker riding a motorcycle to work, and I have to say that Wang Feng broke the precedent.

News of his motorcycle spread throughout the factory and quickly spread throughout the rolling mill.

For a while, I don't know how many people came to the parking shed outside the third workshop to see the motorcycle.

Wang Feng didn't mind either, let them watch.

What does the rich second generation buy luxury cars for? It's not for face, pretending, showing identity, and soaking girls.

This Happiness brand 250 is no worse than most sports cars of later generations.

Wang Feng bought this car, it is also a matter of long face.

Seeing a group of old men, big girls, and little daughters-in-law all surrounding the motorcycle, their faces were full of envy.

Wang Feng was very comfortable in his heart, a little proud.

After hours.

Under the gaze of many people, Wang Feng twisted the accelerator and left the dust.

That speed, the bike can't match.

However, when he arrived at the main road of the factory area, during the rush hour, there were bicycles everywhere, and Wang Feng still slowed down the speed.

All the eyes around him focused on him.

This feeling of being in the limelight.

Thousands of envy gathered together, only one word, cool!

I feel like a cow and unique.

Very enjoyable.

It is no wonder that those rich second generation like to drive sports cars and bomb the street to pretend.

When he got out of the rolling mill and the traffic flow became less dredged at the intersection, Wang Feng immediately picked up speed, and the motorcycle rode in the dust, leaving all the bicycles behind.

This year, there is no speed limit.

Wang Feng rode casually, but for his own safety, he controlled his speed to fifty miles.

Today's ordinary people have no traffic awareness, and they can be seen running around on the streets everywhere.

In case you ride too fast, you can't stop the car, and you hit someone, the problem is big.

Wang Feng controlled the speed within a safe range to avoid finding guilt.

A few minutes later, he arrived outside Luoguxiang, rode in on a motorcycle, and soon arrived outside the courtyard.

Wang Feng has a lot of strength and can probably pick up a thousand pounds of heavy objects.

135 kilograms of happiness 250 is similar to carrying a bicycle for him.

He lifted the motorcycle with both hands and easily crossed the threshold.

At this time, Yan Fugui was sitting alone outside the door of the house, injured, unable to attend class, and he had nothing to entertain.

Only sit in the front yard, meet someone passing by, idle a few words to pass the time.

Seeing Wang Feng riding a motorcycle back, Yan Fugui was extremely surprised and hurriedly asked:

"Wang Feng, where did you get this motorcycle?"

"Of course, I bought it, bicycles are as rare as my wife, is there anyone who is willing to lend me a motorcycle to ride?" Wang Feng looked at Yan Fugui with a smile.

This old guy wanted to scream in front of him two days ago because he got a bicycle ticket.

Knowing that the motorcycle was bought by Wang Feng, Yan Fugui was struck by lightning, and the whole person was stunned.

Motorcycles are too far away, too expensive, too fancy for the lives of ordinary people.

Bicycles are the means of transportation that everyone is chasing and satisfied.

Moreover, Yan Fugui was reluctant to spend money to order newspapers, and he did not know the news that Happiness 250 was sold to the whole country.

"Wang Feng, where did you get the motorcycle ticket?" Yan Fugui's eyes were shocked, and his face was full of doubts.

"Third uncle, your news is really closed, my motorcycle is produced by our Daxia Devil Capital, no ticket, as long as money can be bought." Wang Feng looked at Yan Fugui strangely.

Make him feel like a hillbilly.

Thinking of the bicycle ticket that was hard to get, I originally wanted to sell it to Wang Feng.

But now that people have bought motorcycles, do they still need bicycles?

Yan Fugui was extremely frustrated, and felt that the bicycle ticket was instantly unfragrant.

Wang Feng saw that his face was gloomy, and he didn't say more, pushing the motorcycle back to the middle courtyard.

When he walked out of a distance, Yan Fugui suddenly asked: "Wang Feng, how much did you spend on a motorcycle?" "

"It didn't cost much, 3700." Wang Feng smiled indifferently.

Yan Fugui was shocked and almost didn't bite his tongue.

3700！

Astronomical!

A fraction is enough to buy several bicycles.

The Yan family's savings are far less than a fraction of the motorcycle.

In an instant, Yan Fugui was like a defeated rooster, hanging his head.

He didn't want to pretend in front of Wang Feng all the time these days, to regain face, and to regain his confidence as the third uncle.

Now it has been hit again.

And it was a critical hit, and the whole person almost didn't pull over.

In the middle courtyard, He Yushui and Qin Huairu were folding vegetables outside the house, chatting about some topics between women's homes.

Qin Huairu suddenly stopped talking.

He Yushui was puzzled, and looked up to see Qin Huairu's eyes widened in surprise, and followed her gaze.

Seeing Wang Feng pushing the red motorcycle back, he was also surprised.

"Wang Feng, where did you push the motorcycle back?" Qin Huairu wiped his hands, greeted him and asked with a smile.

"I bought it." Wang Feng looked at Qin Huairu with a confident smile.

Qin Huairu was shocked.

He Yushui was also stunned.

Buy a motorcycle.

It was completely beyond the imagination of two girls, one big and one small.

Qin Huairu's words were unfavorable.

"Wang... Wang Feng, this.... That's a lot of money, right? "

Wang Feng smiled lightly: "It's not much, it's a little more than my savings for ten years." "

Qin Huairu's heart jumped, this was not a small amount.

Wang Feng has saved to death over the years, and half a month ago, he was still a nest pickle every day.

Living expenses do not cost a few dollars a month.

With Wang Feng's salary, in the ten years from the apprentice to the workshop director, the salary is four or five thousand yuan, and at least three thousand can be saved.

The price of a motorcycle, just around the corner.

3000+！

Qin Huairu's head was dizzy in surprise, too arrogant.

Choose Wang Feng, marry Wang Feng, completely correct!