nice to drive

The villa at home is not too big, with an empty living room, three bedrooms, two bathrooms and a kitchen, a large garden on the first floor, and Heqing's garage on the lower floor.

It is no exaggeration to say that He Qing's garage is much bigger than his garden.

But several of his cars are still parked in the group, and the ones at home are all big babies.

His house is not the kind of big local tyrant. Which one is the largest and most expensive to buy for him? He Qing is not this kind of person, because there are only three members of his family living in him, plus a nanny who doesn't live at home.

As for why he called him Young Master Congratulations, it was probably because He Qing became famous early, and many local tyrants in the circle were in their [-]s and [-]s except for the rich second generation, and they didn't regard He Qing as an adult.

By the time He Qing used some tricks to make the family business look good, the title of "Young Master He" had already been heard all over the place.

It was rare for him to sleep in late this morning. He got up and ate a bowl of Yibin burning noodles made by his aunt, and sat in the elevator to the garage to clean the car contentedly.

When eating breakfast, he asked his aunt to add more spicy food. Auntie said, who eats spicy food in the morning? Does eating too much hurt your stomach?

He Qing was talkative and shouted: "Auntie, what are you calling burning noodles if it's not spicy! Isn't burning noodles meant to be burning!"

He was finishing washing up, and lifted the hem of his vest to reveal his strong and fit abdominal muscles. His waist and hips were white and delicate, and he flirted with flirtatious eyes, flirting with the half-length mirror.

"Light up! Burn up!"

The aunt listened to him shouting in the kitchen, amused herself, added another spoonful of minced meat to He Qing, and laughed at him, she looked like a child in her twenties.

He Qing pretended to be sad, and frowned: "Auntie, I'm only nineteen."

The aunt laughed at him: "You just turned twenty, so you forgot?"

When he had just put on his rain boots, tied his apron, adjusted the water volume with a hose in his hand, and lifted the cloth of his McLaren P1, the bright red car body was so bright that the silver cloth was reflected red, and he was about to sprinkle water on it , I heard the phone ring in the overalls.

"It's so early in the morning, what are you doing?"

The caller was Qin You, the sales director of Jiabei Group, who was holding the phone and whispering: "Young Master He, before, at the Jingang Circuit, who had a conflict with you, that..."

He Qing was impatient: "Should and general!"

Qin You is a man in his thirties, and he is very reliable in his work, but for some reason, every time he meets He Qing, or reports to work, he always shakes.

Listening to the boss reminding himself, he nodded quickly, and his voice began to tremble again: "That's right, he, he..."

He Qing: "What about him?"

After Lao Qin, who was so patient and obedient that he shook his head, told the ins and outs, He Qing finally figured out what was going on.

There is a customer from other provinces who came to Chengdu to buy a Porsche Macan S, but I am sorry that the top-equipped new car of this car is only sold by Jiabei Group.

But that customer likes to refit and is in a hurry to use it. It happens that there is a refitted sapphire blue Macan S in the Pangu Famous Car Museum. It is [-]% new. It has a Turbo front bumper and an auxiliary factory Taicat front lip. The frames are all pasted in black. It is very beautiful. .

Here, the Porsche 4S store under Jiabei Group is calling this customer from Chongqing, but the customer waved his hand. Anyway, he is close. Gabe Group.

As a result, Pangu, Ying and Jiang made a phone call in person, and went directly to the Porsche 4s store of Jiabei Group, intending to buy a new Macan S, and took it back to change it.

Congratulations, of course, no, sell, give, him.

The out-of-town customer was still at the scene, and Grandpa stood beside him in a good mood, accompanying Ying and Jiang who came to pick up the car.

Out-of-town customers wandered around a new Macan S, pushing while turning: "Sports exhaust... no, I like the Repose four-outlet valve exhaust."

"20-inch bird's nest wheels?"

He kicked the tire with his foot and shook his head, "No, I like big ones, especially big ones, complex and dense ones, which look classy..."

Seeing him kicking on the new car, Ying and Jiang couldn't help but frowned, and said in a cold voice: "The big wheels need to match the wide flat tires, but the flat wheels will reduce the comfort and drive bumps."

The client was fierce, with stubble, a nose that wasn't a nose, eyes that weren't eyes, and a beer belly.

Looking at this greasy customer, He Qing's belly was almost sticking out of the car door, cursing inwardly, the big wheels will make your Macan S bump like your beer belly.

Ying and Jiang were clearly kind reminders. Unexpectedly, the out-of-town customer raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes to the sky: "Boss Ying, do you mean that I can't understand?"

Ying and pursed her thin lips into a line, her complexion changed.

He Qing stood up eagerly, and wandered around the monitoring room with his hands clasped, his face gloomy, and he just wanted to roll his eyes.

Who are these people.

This kind of wheel hub is too troublesome. Aren't you afraid of being rejected or overcharged when washing the car?

If you are so particular about it, if you have the ability, you should ask Ying and General to drag it back and change it. I will change you a super invincible and complicated wheel hub, which is guaranteed to be like a coil hole.

I still like big ones, what do you want to do with them being so big? Do you use your forehead as a collar?

Besides, this person, Ying Yujiang, has such a bad attitude towards himself every day, and there has been no movement in Moments for a few days, and he still wants to buy a car. What kind of business do you want to talk about?

He Qing even suspected that he was blocked by Ying Yujiang, and kept refreshing and watching the small circle, but couldn't get Ying Yujiang's dynamics.

In the end, He Qing won the battle.

He stayed in the monitoring room all afternoon, and it was not pleasing to the eyes simply looking at the picky customer, no, it was not pleasing to simply look at the picky customer and the responder with facial paralysis.

He Qing bit his tongue and refused to sell. The customer from other provinces also wondered why he changed his mind. He called the sales manager to ask, and he opened his mouth and yelled: "Who are you! Did I call you here! Where is your boss He?"

He Qing was in the monitoring room, lazily leaning on the sofa, crossing her legs, and whispered ambiguously to the pager: "I'm picking up girls."

There was an instant silence in the hall.

The pager was hung on the waistband of the sales manager's trousers, so the whole lobby of the 4S shop could hear Congratulations' words.

The customer's face changed, knowing that he had offended someone he couldn't afford to offend, his face flushed with annoyance, he rubbed the soles of his feet with oil, and walked away.

All the salesmen in the store groaned a few times, and when they realized it, some of them whispered excitedly.

"Young Master He is picking up girls!"

"Wow, which girl is so lucky..."

"I thought Young Master He was out of this world!"

He Qing listened with black lines all over his face, and in the end the more he listened, the more outrageous he became, what, "Consecration!"

"I thought Young Master He liked men!"

"Pager... Wow! It's in the group office, what a red chicken..." and so on, all these words came out.

Damn, what is the quality of the staff, what does it mean to be consecrated?

He Qing became serious and couldn't help coughing into the pager.

The manager froze for a moment, fumbled with his hands on the waistband of his trousers, and frantically winked at the salesmen. The hall was silent for a moment, what should they do.

He Qing looked carefully at Ying and Jiang's expressions.

Ke Ying and Jiang were expressionless, they just walked around the Macan S, looked up and down, reached out to touch the bright orange body, and looked around at the cars in the showroom.

The big red 911 Turbo sports car, the rose red 718 sports car, the blue Cayenne... This guy doesn't even have a low-key color for the cars in the 4s showroom.

He Qing curled her lips, put down her earphones, her beautiful eyes widened, and she sighed.

Although he didn't know what he was depressed about.

At the same time he sighed, he saw Ying and Jiang taking out a pack of cigarettes, and was about to ask the security to go down and scold him, for example, sir, I'm sorry, 4S stores can't smoke, etc.

He would like to take a look at Ying and Jiang's deflated expressions.

As a result, the man raised his eyes and was biting the filter. His gaze was like a torch, staring at the camera hanging at the entrance of the 4s shop.

He Qing sat up from the sofa in a jerk, as if Ying and Jiang were looking at him through the camera.

Ying Yu put his fingertips together, took a deep sip of the unlit cigarette between his lips, and took it off again, his eyes were extremely deep, and he exhaled softly in the direction of the camera.

Wrapped by the indoor heater, Ying and Jiang turned around and left the 4S shop.

At that moment, He Qing felt that the monitoring screen was foggy.

Still my heart is foggy.

Back in Pangu, Ying Yujiang drove his big Mercedes-Benz G to Wenweng Road to pick up his younger brother who had just finished his third year of high school evening study, and went to Qingshiqiao to eat seafood.

Originally, Ying and Chen were supposed to go to a relatively well-known private foreign language school in Ximen, and his younger brother's grades were good enough, but this kid is probably allergic to the second generation of officials and the second generation of rich people, and he can't die That kind of noble school.

So Ying and Jiang entrusted Xiao Er into the best liberal arts public high school in Chengdu.

When he entered, Ying Yuchen comforted his brother: "Brother, I will study hard! Don't worry about this school... Didn't it mean that it existed in the Han Dynasty? Hasn't it been open for thousands of years?"

However, one week after school started, Ying and Chen Yuemo were tortured unbearably, and slammed the door when they returned home: "Brother, the teachers in that school are all..."

Under his brother's captivating gaze, Ying and Chen swallowed that "thousand-year-old demon" into their stomachs.

That day when we were eating seafood at Qingshiqiao, Ying Yuchen hated the stir-fried snails and was disgusting.

Ying Yujiang looked at his younger brother's chubby belly, raised his eyebrows and said, "You really don't need to pack it?"

Ying Yuchen shook his head: "No need!"

The passers-by around were hurrying, and the dim yellow street lamp lights cascaded down from the top of my brother's head, outlining his eyebrows and eyes.

Seeing the child like this, he was humming and drinking rattan vegetable soup with his head down.

At that time, Ying and Jiang suddenly thought of congratulations.

I don't know if his kind of extremely rich second generation will have the opportunity to eat these street food stalls.