From Car Overlord To The World’s Top God

Lin Feng looked at Justin, then listened to him. Lin Feng noticed that Justin's quarrel was filled with saliva.

"Then Yan Er started to chatter, arguing that I would transfer money to him.

I didn't have an extra one hundred at the time, so I borrowed one hundred from my second sister and repaid him. I was so upset that I went to the balcony of the dormitory and smoked a lot. Yan Er didn’t let me go. He walked over and looked at me with a grin. He said that the book was a pirated book and that the Ming Dynasty was a Han nationality. Forget it, saying that this time just taught me a lesson, and see if I dare to bet against others in the future.

Yan Er was right. I won't even bother to talk to him in the future. He didn't know that if I won that time, I wouldn't ask him for his money. "

Justin finished talking. He said farther and farther, Lin Feng heard the last yawn.

"Mr. Justin!!" Lin Feng said, "Tell me how to meet old Mark."

"Okay." Justin was straightforward, because he was easily excited when he talked about the past, so it was easy for others to not understand.

But Lin Feng knew that, in fact, Justin said it really,

This is not a bad story.

If the story is true, then it is a good story.

Of course there are good fictional stories.

"How did I meet Old Mark? It was too simple. Because I met Xiao Mark, Xiao Mark liked me, I often went to his house, and then I met Old Mark."

"To be honest, I didn't accept him before because I didn't like the appearance of old Mark. I didn't agree to join his team."

"Is your racing level very high?" Lin Feng asked.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Justin, as if he wanted to see something from Justin.

However, Justin is not surprised, because people who hear his story will ask this question in the end.

"I..." Justin said. "Yes. I'm a master! Oh... Don't look at me like this. I was in a car accident as a pure accident, because I was so excited that day. Do you understand? The one waiting for me at the table is my favorite woman."

"Belle Rose?"

Justin nodded, his eyes filled with sincere meaning, as if this woman was the only one.

"I have always liked her."

"I can tell."

"Are you also a racer?" Justin looked at Lin Feng expectantly, as if to explore a truth. He still doesn't know what Lin Feng does. I've always been telling stories by myself.

He didn't understand Lin Feng at all.

"No, Lin Feng is a writer." Hathaway said anxiously.

Lin Feng smiled slightly, but did not speak.

Of course, he can't tell Justin that he is Baoao’s boss. In the next duel with Baoao, he will actually meet Justin.

Lin Feng knew that he didn't need to say it now.

But if you lie, you will be deceived by other people.

This is where Lin Feng learned from Justin.

Lin Feng looked at Justin, did not reveal him, nor did he agree.

Lin Feng bid farewell to the two sisters because they had been delayed in the hospital for a long time.

So he must leave.

Lin Feng came to the street.

He suddenly remembered that there was another person he knew nearby, the man.

When passing by the market a few days ago, it was the man who almost had a car accident with him.

Originally, Zhang drove steadily and steadily, but unexpectedly, a truck popped out of the corner with the words "Bubuxing" printed on the carriage.

Bubuxing is an internationally renowned clothing processing factory.

Lin Feng knows their boss. Even if Bubuxing is in America, all the employees are actually from the heavens.

Sometimes the people of the celestial dynasty are such bulls.

Even if they set up factories abroad, they will not treat their people badly...

Early in the morning, the sun shines directly downwards, as if with thousands of open mouths greedily sucking the water vapor from people's bodies.

Pedestrians gradually disappeared on the road, only occasionally two or three naked men hurried past.

They were holding umbrellas, sweating, and their black cheeks were tanned like freshly washed peaches.

The engine of the rumbling locomotive resounded resoundingly, with one or two whistling sounds to and fro from the streets and the end of the street, as if the sleepy trees longed for the fresh rain.

In this way, time passed by hour by hour, slowly and lazily.

The black mending glue is bubbling, like cooked and greasy fat.

The dust rises and falls on the dull gray trees, or rolls along the road with the tires of the car.

And here, the heat silences time, and only a few inexplicable bugs fly constantly under the green leaves...

In this hot summer, people’s faces are full of fatigue.

There was no sign of wind on the street, as if he was dead and buried in a tomb, and even the surrounding air gradually became hot and depressed.

The owner of the grocery store next door poured four or five buckets of cold water on the ground. The transparent water made a faint noise, and it bubbling. Then it slowly flowed away along the straight tile joints on the ground, spreading and rising like a hot flame. , Finally got into the manhole cover on the side of the road, or evaporated in the sunlight.

At the far end, the building in front of the door is high up with Qingming, ready to find the faintly cool water smell among the pierced white misty clouds.

Lin Chengye's short gray and black hair was sweaty, and his thin white shirt with yellow stripes gripped his back tightly. On the office desk, the electric fan creaked his head and turned slowly.

This is Bubuxing, an old-fashioned clothing factory nearby. Shan Lin Chengye has been here as a doorman for twelve years. His office was next to the gate on the first floor of the factory. It was a narrow and dimly lit staircase room with no lights installed.

After this year, he will be fifty-three years old. As time passed, he felt bored and lazy.

Whenever he thinks this way, his wife's brutal and ugly face also appears in his mind at the same time. This symptom is medically called tracheal stricture.

The processing plant has a total of five floors. Except for a staircase and an elevator, the first floor can't make room for extra space.

The elevator button is always on, and it is used by the upper-level leaders, otherwise it is used to transport cargo 2.8, and has nothing to do with the workers in the factory. Looking out from where Lin Chengye is sitting, you can have a panoramic view of the road and street.

Around three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun gradually retracted its light.

With the sound of clicking, a blue light truck slowly retreated to the door. The license plate number was familiar to Lin Chengye. Lin Chengye had received the notice from above, and only shipped it at 3:30. The driver Qiu Haoping came early.

Holding a thermos of tea in his hand, Qiu Haoping wandered to Lin Chengye.

"Why did you come here so early?" Chengye said, smoking a cigarette.

Qiu Haoping joked: "Come over and chat with you."

"Haha—" Lin Chengye laughed, "Hey! You are late every time, suddenly come so early today..."

"Nonsense!..." Qiu Haoping interrupted Lin Chengye. .

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