President, she is only handsome for three seconds

With the roar of thunder, heavy motorcycles with a fierce appearance stopped in the alley. The one driving at the front looked the most fierce. Although the dark red body was scratched and mottled, it was wiped clean. It is very clean, and it can be seen that the owner loves it very much.

After more than a dozen locomotives stopped in the alley, more than [-] gangsters came out from various places, and within a short while, they surrounded the locomotives densely, except for the red one in the front.You can tell at a glance who is being isolated.

It's just that the owner of the car that was isolated didn't care much about it. He took off his helmet and hung it on the handlebar, and then brazenly reached out to the people behind him: "I'd like to bet and give up the money. "

Money, of course, has to be given, but people lose, and lose to such an arrogant woman, it is inevitable that no matter how they think about it, people feel that they have suffered a big loss and are in a bad mood.

What's more, that woman is bright and arrogant. Under her short sweat-soaked hair, there is a pair of eyes that can always show a disgusting half-smile expression. Living in a small alley and crowded with the poor can't hide her aura of belonging to a wealthy family.

A good face.

One of the last remaining Harley motorcycles.

The family encountered "my father was arrested for embezzling public funds and was afraid of escaping, so he died in a car accident on the road", "aunts divided up the property", "only my frail and sick grandma was dependent on me, and I had to sell all my valuables After using it to save lives", this woman who has no advantages other than being good-looking and doesn't even have a high school diploma and can only be a cashier in a small supermarket can still be like a shining star. They shine into the stinking gutter.

She likes racing cars.Everything was sold, except for a Harley that used to be worth 40 yuan, and every day he would brazenly come and race with these punks, and he would always win.

All the punks around here know her:

"An Xiaolei, that lunatic girl is poor and crazy, and racing is like killing her life."

An Xiaolei really doesn't want her life anymore. How much is life worth?Is it enough for grandma to undergo dialysis once?

Hearing her asking for money, the atmosphere froze for a moment. Dozens of pairs of eyes were staring at her, almost staring a hole in An Xiaolei's body. Inside the eyes, the white and slightly callused hand protruding out was illuminated by the dim street lamp, with the word "ask for money" in capital letters.

"Will you bet and admit defeat? This is not the first time for everyone to play this game. Don't you already know the rules?"

Not only did An Xiaolei not retract her hand, she also spoke plausibly.

This is the night in June, as long as you stand outside for a while, you can sweat a layer of sweat. No. 30 people are crowded in the alley, and the smell is really overwhelming. "Hurry up, I'm waiting to go home and take a shower. Speaking of which, you guys took the initiative to ask me out. Now that I lose, can you still rely on not paying me?"

The two No. 30 youths in the alley looked at a young man who was still sitting on the locomotive at the same time—this man had just taken off his helmet, and his yellow hair was liberated, and it swelled into a golden head in a short while. Steel needle, if it was placed more than 20 or [-] years ago, he must have been the legendary patriarch of the funeral family, a fashionista of the times, leading the fashion trend of a generation of young people.

Life is not bad now, isn't there still a group of people who obey him?

"Boss, will you give it?"

It's true that An Xiaolei was invited by them, but they also obeyed their orders.On this block, An Xiaolei is the only woman who can't draw, but her racing skills are really good, with a speed of hundreds of kilometers per hour, she can still easily. If she wants to be recognized by everyone, she must win at least seven days in a row An Xiaolei.

Little Huangmao also likes racing cars, so he often asks people to invite An Xiaolei over, hoping that one day he can beat An Xiaolei, which is convincing.

If it weren't for the fact that she really had two brushes, An Xiaolei's character would have been beaten to death early on.

It's just that this little yellow hair is competitive and doesn't like to lose. If he loses, he will be ridiculed and ridiculed. Except for shameless An Xiaolei, ordinary people really can't stand him.

As soon as the helmet was hung on the brand-new handlebar, someone immediately picked it up like a baby and wiped it carefully with the hem of his jacket, as if there could really be any dust on the brand-new helmet.The little yellow hair saw that his subordinates were also very obedient today, and his face like the bottom of a pot was considered to be a little better. He walked slowly in front of An Xiaolei's red motorcycle, and his group of younger brothers followed without exception. Two NO.30 people, it looks really scary.

An Xiaolei leaned on her motorcycle, the smile on the corner of her mouth was under the dim streetlights, she didn't know why it looked a bit annoying, like a clown with a smile that didn't have any real emotion on her mouth, when she saw the little yellow hair coming, She also extended her hand a little.She was tall, almost as tall as Xiao Huang Mao, so she stretched out her hand, almost poking Xiao Huang Mao's ribs: "Brother Qiang, Qian."

After dealing with these people for so long, she naturally knew who to ask for money.

Brother Qiang, that is, the little yellow hair, is skinny. An Xiaolei suspects that she can crush him to death, but he is rich, and he is the richest gangster in the neighborhood. He doesn't know what he is doing in private, and sometimes he can Stopping the road to snatch the protection fees of a few wealthy elementary school students, or snatching some money from a passing rich woman in a speeding car——An Xiaolei doesn't know how his money came from, but the little yellow hair is really rich, and the source is not right , but he hasn't been arrested for so long, An Xiaolei knew there must be someone behind him.

It's just that An Xiaolei doesn't care who it is.

What little yellow hair does has nothing to do with her, as long as she can get money from him.

"Money, of course I have to give it." Xiao Huangmao blocked her hand a little bit, took the cigarettes handed to her by the younger brothers in her mouth, and taunted with a hostility: "You are so poor, you have to pay for money." Harley came to bully people, so he almost sold it, how could my brother have the heart not to give money?"

An Xiaolei was not a well-behaved rich lady since she was a child. She had understood what "sold" meant since she was in junior high school, so her face turned cold on the spot, and she almost spit on her little girl. On Huang Mao's face, he sneered and said, "I still have at least one skin. What do you have?"

It's clearly meant to mock him for being ugly.

Little Huangmao didn't talk nonsense to her either. With a move with his right hand, a younger brother immediately stepped forward and punched An Xiaolei.After all, those people did what they were told. They didn't really have much hatred for An Xiaolei, and they didn't strike hard. In addition, An Xiaolei knew how to protect herself, so when she curled up, only the flesh was left, and the fight was the least painful. place, so when he was being beaten, he could still hear the voice of the little yellow-haired man outside:

"You're good-looking, and you're crazy poor. Since you want to sell, then of course my brother can't cut off your money, right? I have to help you get a marriage line or something—look, there's a rich woman here, my brother. Miss Qian's family looks really good-looking, here you are!"

As Xiaohuangmao said, he threw something over. The corners on it hit An Xiaolei's body, and then bounced into the stinky water on the side.

With the help of the faint streetlights, An Xiaolei could vaguely see through her fists and feet that it was a black lady's purse. It was long and had a broken leather shoulder strap. It was elegant in style, like a big-name bag. Bao, as for whether it is a fake, An Xiaolei doesn't know——

A real rich woman would never come to such a slum. The bags that Xiaohuangmao snatched are high imitation A goods in all likelihood. They have no money, but put all their wealth in the imitation bags The ghetto girl inside.

An Xiaolei didn't resist, and the fight was meaningless. After a while, Xiao Huangmao felt bored and signaled the gangsters under him to stop. At this time, An Xiaolei's body was just a little more bruised, which was not good for her. Does it hurt? It's not enough. Before retiring, fighting with another e-sports player hurts.

When Little Yellow Mao walked out of the alley, she picked up the red Grandpa Mao scattered on the ground one by one, counted them and divided them into two rolls and put them in the pocket of her jeans. Puffy, she patted her pockets with satisfaction, stood up, thinking that she had scraped together the money for grandma's next dialysis.

Working in a small supermarket, it is true that there is a salary, and it is true that it is only enough to eat. Most of the time, grandma’s medical expenses have to come from the road car.

So, even though grandma has always been very opposed to her car racing, An Xiaolei still doesn't listen - this is the only way for her to make money quickly, each person bets for one or two hundred dollars, a dozen people will be thousands of dollars, if not If grandma is always sick, she, An Xiaolei, might be able to make a fortune.

Patting the dirty shoe prints on her body that were trampled by everyone, An Xiaolei smiled coldly, spit in the direction the little gangster left, and said in a low voice: "If the old woman didn't let me do it, I would Just press you all on the floor and rub against each other to generate heat."

Fortunately, Xiao Huangmao is a car lover after all, so she didn't do anything to her baby Harley. An Xiaolei's body was covered with shoe prints, but the Harley was clean, as if it had been parked in her private garage before.An Xiaolei touched its cold handlebars, but her gaze involuntarily fell to the stinky water beside the car, where the handbag lay quietly in the water.

After a while, she reached out and fished out the bag.

no cash.

Yinhangka was also looted.

The mobile phone was probably sold, and all that was left were various documents.

After playing games for many years, An Xiaolei's eyesight is not very good, she looked at the exquisitely printed business card in front of the dim streetlight, and after reading clearly the words on it, she couldn't help but sneer: "Yan Ruyu, I'm still in the golden house. "

After laughing, he took the tattered towel that was placed on the car to wipe the rain, wrapped the package, threw it into the small space where the items were placed, and rode a Harley back home.