Pengcheng, Mission Hills luxury residential area.

In a quaint study room, two young men sat opposite each other. Both men were 26 or 27 years old. One of them was wearing an Armani, looking handsome and extraordinary, with a hint of femininity in his eyes. The other looked much more ordinary than the former, with small eyes, a flat nose, and a pair of rosary playing with in his hands.

"Mr. He, isn't the wedding banquet of the second lady of the Du family tomorrow afternoon? Why did it come a day in advance? This is not in line with your style." The ordinary-looking person took a sip of Tieguanyin and said.

The man called He Shao smiled and said, "The reason why I came one day in advance is that I have something to ask for."

"He Shaoyan is serious. You and my family have been working happily in the business world. Your business is my Qin Shu's business. If you need my help, just say it." Qin Shu said with a smile.

"Oh, that's right. A enemy of mine may appear at the banquet of the second lady of the Du family tomorrow. I want to take the opportunity to hit him, but I am afraid that the Du family will interfere, so I need Mr. Qin to help you communicate."

"So that's it... What's your enemy's name? What's the background?" Qin Shu narrowed his eyes and became a new star that the older generation of the Qin family valued. Qin Shu is not a fool. Even if he helps He Dongming, he still needs to ask clearly. If the other party's enemy's background is not simple, wouldn't it put the Qin family in danger?

"Zhang Moqian, just a down-and-out boy, has a bit of a gangster background in Queensland." He Dongming said with a smile.

"Well, since you are a down-and-out boy, I believe you want to hit him, and the Du family will not make things difficult for him." Qin Shu nodded and said, "You can beat him at the banquet. If someone in the Du family interferes, I will come out to do peace and make peace."

"Haha... Mr. Qin is happy." He Dongming laughed. He was looking forward to the good show tomorrow afternoon. Zhang Moqian, Zhang Moqian, let's see how your Zhang family will turn over?

"Recently, a group of beautiful girls came to the heaven and earth. I went there the day before yesterday. The girls are of good quality and good service. Is He Shao interested in playing? So that I can enter the friendship of the landlords."

"Well, I'm idle, so let's go there." He Dongming smiled lewdly.

Winding mountain.

Zhang Moqian looked at the sports cars around him, including many good cars with a speed of more than 350 kilometers, and he couldn't help but feel a little funny. Most rich people are afraid of death, while most people who are afraid of death cannot play sports cars. At least, he dare not drive to drive by car, and racing is to play by car. When the speed reaches the limit, you will feel that it is not the car running, but the people in the air. Where can these young men who drive luxury cars take advantage of their sports cars?

"It's very lively on weekends. Rich people like excitement. This is the best place for them to find excitement. I haven't been here for more than four years. Xiaoyu is a regular here. She will come every holiday." Chu Linyin, who wears a hat and sunglasses and disguises her identity, said lightly. What Chu Linyin didn't say was that before she became a singer, she was also a regular here. Moreover, because of her good skills, courage, and overwhelming skills, she was given the title of female car god.

At this time, another dazzling light came from the road when Zhang Moqian and his team came. The light spots were like thunder and lightning, which were so fast that they were dazzling. In just a few minutes, they had finished running the long and dangerous mountain road and drove towards the gate of the racing yard.

"Hey, stinky fly, do you dare to sing with my cousin?" Hu Yu stared at Zhang Moqian with a tender little face that was so tender that it was watery. His eyelashes were curved and his eyes were full of provocation.

"This... I'm very slow." Zhang Moqian scratched his head embarrassedly.

"Are you a big man, are you still afraid? Humph, coward." The little wild cat curled his mouth and looked disdainful. She knew in her heart that racing is different from driving. If she thought she could drive, she would be a big mistake. My cousin was once a female car god in the mountains. Hu Yu didn't believe that this stinky fly could play with her cousin?

"Then... OK, but I don't have a car." Zhang Moqian laughed in his heart. This little wild cat is quite interesting. Although he has a big temper and looks fierce, he is too tender and looks so cute no matter what.

"Drive my car." As he said that, Hu Yu threw Lamborghini's key at Zhang Moqian.

Zhang Moqian took the key and entered Hu Yu's Lamborghini. There was a faint fragrance left in the car, which was the fragrance of Hu Yu's body. Zhang Moqian took two breaths with pleasure, looked at the lively crowd around him, sighing that Pengcheng's nightlife was so charming.

"Cousin, come on! Stinky flies, reduce oil!" The little wild cat waved his small fist vigorously.

Chu Linyin got into his Ferrari, and the two Lamborghini Ferrari drove side by side to the front of the starting line. After preparing for each other, the sexy woman standing in the center of the two cars waved the small flag in her hand vigorously, and the two cars rushed out like arrows off the strings.

Chu Linyin's Ferrari led the way, and Lamborghini followed slowly, neither surpassing nor falling behind. Ferrari accelerated several times, but could not get rid of the Lamborghini behind her.

Under Chu Linyin's control, Ferrari was always ahead, but Chu Linyin was shocked. Although he had not been racing for a long time, his skills did not fall. On the other hand, Zhang Moqian, who was behind, followed slowly. With several opportunities to overtake, he actually gave up.

Ferrari led until the end.

When the two cars returned to their original positions, Zhang Moqian and Chu Linyin found that Hu Yu, who was staying there, had an argument with one of the young men.

"I said Miss Hu Yu, do you dare to gamble or not?" A man in his twenties and dressed in a somewhat non-mainstream stared at Hu Yu tightly, with a bit of lewdness in his eyes.

"You can bet, what's there to be afraid of? I, Hu Yu, will I be afraid of you, Qin Hua?" The little wild cat blushed and furious.

"Xiaoyu, what's wrong?" Chu Linyin hurriedly got out of the car. Because the lights here were dim, almost all the headlights were all. In addition, Chu Linyin had a low hat and big sunglasses, which made her cover up very well, so the people around her recognized her.

"He wants to bet on racing with me." Hu Yu said angrily, looking at Qin Hua with disgust.

"What are you betting on?" Chu Linyin was stunned. She knew her cousin's temperament very well. She had a big temper and was prone to impulsiveness. The most effective way to provoke her was.

"Ten million." Hu Yu stretched out his little finger and pointed at the man calling Qin Hua, with an angry look on his face.

Zhang Moqian, who was standing by, couldn't help but shook his head and sighed that the rich second generation is worthy of being a rich second generation. He just gambled 10 million yuan casually. He is really a rich man. If he had no confidence, he would not bet 10 million yuan.

"Qin Hua, get in the car!" The little wild cat snatched the car key from Zhang Moqian, and his pretty face as pink as jade was so angry that it was indescribable.

"Wait a minute, my people will come right away." Qin Hua sneered in his heart. This ten million is awesome.

"What? Your person? You are not comparing with me?" The little wild cat was stunned.

"When did I say I would compete with you in person? I'll find someone to fight on my behalf, and you can also find someone to take you to fight. You won't know the rules of Panshan, right?" Qin Hua glanced at Hu Yu, glanced at the young people around him, and shouted: "You guys, have I violated Panshan's rules?"

"No...there is such a rule in the wind."

"There is no rule here that you cannot replace the battle..."

"Hehe... I don't know who the person Mr. Qin is looking for? Maybe he is a master."

It didn't make people wait for too long, and another bright light appeared on the road.

Logically speaking, there should be two beams, but the speed of the car was too fast. The two bald heads gathered together and looked from a distance, and rolled like a ball of light flying. Apart from seeing a little light moving in front, there was no way to capture anything else.

Snap!

When people's eyes still adjust their direction as the speed of the car moves, the car has stopped quietly in front of everyone. At this time, the place where everyone's retina is still the picture of the car running.

It's too late to be overwhelmed, and it's perfect to use this idiom to describe the speed of this car.

There was no dust and smoke rolling, nor was there a harsh sound of brakes. It was like a fox and as quiet as a hundred flowers. It was so sudden and quiet that people appeared in front of everyone without any preparation.

This is a silver-black Lamborghini reventonn, with a very tough shape, and the tones are more restrained compared to other sports cars. It is aggressive and dynamic, and it is as heroic as it moves forward. The Italian-style unrestrained Lamborghini landmark is full of power and attacks the other side. This is consistent with the characteristics of the Lamborghini high-speed sports car. It is said that this logo also reflects the founder Lamborghini's unwilling temperament like the bullfighting.

Ferugio Lamborghini, the founder of Lamborghini SSP Automobile Factory, penetrated the unique ambitions of Italians, and inspired him to start from scratch from the beginning of an ordinary peasant son, and strive to become the helm of the industry that everyone admires.

"I am a car expert." Zhang Moqian made a comment in his heart.

The car window automatically opened and a yellow face appeared, young and handsome. The thin and tough face, the deep eyes were firm and there was a hard beard.

"Who is he?"

"So handsome, so handsome." A woman screamed.

"Oh my God, he seems to be Mei Ziqiang, the car god who won 37 consecutive games in Beijing!"

"That's right, it's Mei Ziqiang, why did he come to Pengcheng?"

Everyone present was a racing racer. Mei Ziqiang's appearance made their faces and necks turn purple-red, and they waved their hands or something vigorously, screaming and screaming.

Mei Ziqiang glanced at them lightly and nodded, then they screamed even more crazily, and it was particularly harsh in this lonely and empty night.
Chapter completed!