"Hahaha……"

They didn't speak with people on their backs. Many tourists next to them heard it and couldn't help laughing. One of them, a young man in his twenties who likes to join in the fun, even stood up and laughed jokingly: "Hey, buddy, how do you sell Gundam??"

"Five dollars each, how much do you want?" Yang Ming smiled.

"You're not talking about toys, right?" the young man smiled.

"Smart..." Yang Ming picked the big thumbs up at the young man, "I guessed half of it. We sold models, but the output was not too high..."

"Really?" The young man immediately looked serious, "Brother, what's your phone number??? I like to collect models. When I have time in the future, let's just contact..."

"Okay..." Yang Ming nodded, "We have also started a custom-made business, and we can customize professional models according to the needs of the customers..." As he said that, he took out a business card and handed it to the young man.

Yang Ming is lying, and he won't even blink his eyes...

"Can you still customize it?" The young man's eyes were so bright that he took the business card and sat back in his seat to think about something.

"If you want to say that this Yang's bus is really a good thing, environmentally friendly and pollution-free..."

"I heard that many car manufacturers are extremely nervous. If this bus comes out, will other models still be far away??? As long as this water-energy car is launched, other gasoline and diesel cars will be eliminated..."

"Before cracking the water energy engine, Yang's bus could completely monopolize the world's automobile market if it is willing..."

With a conversation, the passengers started talking.

"Sister, can we change places??? It will be changed later..." The young woman looked at Wei Qingqing and said with a smile.

"Uh..." Wei Qingqing was stunned, looked at the young woman, then looked at Yang Ming, and finally nodded, "Okay..."

After the two changed seats, Yang Ming and Wei Qingqing face to face.

"Sister Yang, you are so generous..." The blonde girl looked at the scene in front of her and couldn't help but come to Wei Qingqing's ear and said in a low voice.

"Hmph..." Wei Qingqing smiled slightly, but didn't say much, but muttered to herself: "Is it generous??? I Wei Qingqing is generous??? It's not me that I am generous, but my husband is too powerful. Not to mention sitting next to him, even if he really takes off all his clothes and dances in front of him, he won't react..." After thinking about it, he felt that he thought of his husband as an incompetent person, and he couldn't help but add a sentence in his heart, "Well, it's not incompetent..."

"Little brother, what's your name?" The young woman leaned against Yang Ming, put her rosy lips into Yang Ming's ear and said in a low voice.

"If you have anything, just say it..." Yang Ming felt distressed, "Don't get so close, my wife is watching..."

"We should not let others hear our words, we can only put them in order..." The young woman smiled, "Can you tell me the truth??? That Yang's bus really has nothing to do with you?"

"Let me say that, my surname is Yang, but in China, there are definitely more than me who have the surname Yang..." Yang Ming said.

"Uh..." The young woman was stunned, but she was a little unwilling to accept it. "Tell me this way, I have a very good intuition. I have a feeling that this Yang Bus is yours..."

"If you say it's mine, I won't refute..." Yang Ming said in a low voice.

"Are you admit it?" The young woman's eyes lit up, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Of course, as long as the surname Yang is all our family, it's not wrong to be mine..." Yang Ming said.

"What do you mean?" This time it was the young woman's turn to understand.

"I, maybe five hundred years ago, our ancestors and that boss Yang were the same person. Isn't this a connection??" Yang Ming said nonsense.

"You..." the young woman rolled her eyes in anger, "What's the matter if you admit it??? Can I tell you it???"

"What do I admit??? You can't belong to the tax bureau, right??" Yang understood the young woman and said.

"Why do you say that?" the young woman was puzzled.

"Charge taxes... As long as I admit it, won't you collect taxes from me?" Yang Ming said.

"My God..." the young woman was depressed, "Give me a business card..." and stretched out her white and tender little hand.
Chapter completed!