Xiao Zhao rode for more than ten laps before slowing down. When he arrived in front of Zhang Chen, he braked the car and got off easily.

"Dear, this car is so easy to ride. Why do I feel like I'm not willing to get off as soon as I get up?"

Xiao Zhao was so excited that he was a little incoherent, and Zhang Chen laughed.

"Do you like it?" Zhang Chen asked.

"I like it, and it's this color." Xiao Zhao shouted. She finally thought of the most critical question and asked: "Dear, how much does this car cost?"

“One Hundred and Eighty Five.”

"Ah, it's so expensive! I'll have to pay a month and a half!" Xiao Zhao's face was a little unhappy, and she said, "Dear, why buy such an expensive car?"

"Come to you."

"I, I, I don't want to ride such an expensive car. I'll go to the used car market and buy an old car." Xiao Zhao pouted.

"No." Zhang Chen shook his head, and he said, "Think about it, the chain of that old car is easy to fall off. If you ride halfway and the chain is gone, will you have a way?"

Xiao Zhao shook her head.

"Also, the old car, nine out of ten, didn't ring, and everything else was ringing except the bell. Did you hear other places ringing except the bell?"

Xiao Zhao shook his head again.

Zhang Chen said, then rang the car bell and made a series of crisp sounds.

"Did you see it? I'll turn the bell." Zhang Chen said, and Xiao Zhao nodded.

"There is the most important thing..." Zhang Chen stopped talking halfway, just smiled.

Xiao Zhao asked: "What is the most important thing?"

Zhang Chen still laughed.

Xiao Zhao said angrily: "Guanguo, say it, say it."

Zhang Chen said: "How can my woman ride an old car?"

Xiao Zhao laughed and said, "Okay, okay, all three reasons are right, the last one is the right one."

"Oh!" Xiao Zhao suddenly screamed.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Chen asked quickly.

"Your woman ran out without washing her face."

Zhang Chen laughed loudly.

...

After lunch, Zhang Chen asked Xiao Zhao, are you going on a bike by yourself, or should I take you?

"Now there are all cars on the road, so you should take me." Xiao Zhao said and thought of a question. She asked: "You went out in the morning and didn't ride a bicycle?"

"Ride."

"Then why did you get this car back?"

Zhang Chen smiled and said, "However Haigen took my car over, I will get your car back."

"Ah, it turns out that you can ride two cars together, it's so amazing."

"Of course." Zhang Chen said proudly, "Do you admire me?"

"Worship, worship, worship the earth."

The two went downstairs, Zhang Chen drove the lock and prepared to go out, but Xiao Zhao stopped and stared at the new bicycle with his eyes tightly, feeling that he could no longer move.

Zhang Chen turned around and looked at it, laughed, and said, "It's better to ride it, otherwise you will miss it?"

Xiao Zhao nodded and said to Zhang Chen with a frown: "Yes, I'll think of it all day long."

"Then ride."

Xiao Zhao hesitated: "But there are so many cars on the road and there are still people."

Zhang Chen looked at his watch and said to Xiao Zhao: "It doesn't matter, it's still early, let's ride slowly, I'll ride next to you, there will be no problem."

"Really?"

"real."

"Then I'll ride?"

"good."

Xiao Zhao took out the car key from her bag, opened the lock, she held the handlebars with both hands, took a deep breath, and made up her mind: "Ride if you ride, you can ride. At worst, you can fall, as long as you don't fall into the car."

When Zhang Chen heard this, he almost laughed. If he fell on the bike, there would be no one who could only fall but not the bike. However, Zhang Chen still comforted Xiao Zhao and said, "It's okay, this bicycle is not made of glass, please ride it."

Xiao Zhao was riding a bike. At first, she was very nervous. She held the handlebars tightly with her hands, and felt that her palms were sweating. After riding for a while, the road was over and on Hanghai Road. She felt that the road suddenly became spacious. The cars and people on the road were not as long as she imagined. Xiao Zhao felt relieved.

The car lanes on Hanghai Road were not isolated from the sidewalk. Along the way, Zhang Chen rode inside the road, separating the cars coming and going on Xiaozhao Highway, which made Xiaozhao's nervousness feel much more relaxed.

The two rode to the Hongqi Hotel, Xiao Zhao pushed the cart in, and Zhang Chen rode his bike forward, but he felt confused. He didn't know where he should go next.

Although I was confused, my feet did not stop and I rode forward and couldn't help but arrive at Wulin Square again.

Zhang Chen passed the three-way intersection of Stadium Road and Yan'an Road, and arrived at the intersection of Stadium Road and Exhibition Hall Road in front. He tiptoed on the ground and stopped his car and looked at both sides. He had already been to the International Building on the left, and the Hangzhou Building on the right, which was the Hangzhou Theater on the right, he had also been to the Hangzhou City Building on the next step. What place can I go next?

Zhang Chen sighed and decided to continue riding along the Stadium Road towards Hangzhou to see if there are any hotels and companies.

Zhang Chen rode forward for dozens of meters, and suddenly his eyes lit up. He saw the back door of the Hangzhou Theater, close to the Civil Aviation Building, and there was a bungalow built on the passage. The house was not big, six or seven meters deep, and the width was half a meter wider than the side of the rolling gate. The four words "cultural advertisement" were hung on the lintel of the house.

Zhang Chen quickly got out of the car, pushed the bicycle to the sidewalk next to it, parked it against a cement telephone pole, locked it, and took out the chain lock from the front car basket and locked the car to the telephone pole.

A passerby passed by, looked at it, and shook his head with a smile. He must be strange. It was just a broken car, in broad daylight, is it necessary to add two locks?

Zhang Chen has been used to this kind of person and his vision these days. Zhang Chen thought to himself, how could you know that my car was borrowed and if it was stolen, I would have no way to explain it to others.

Zhang Chen walked into the cultural advertisement with a painting clip on his back. There were two young people inside, with long hair in shawls, all of whom looked like a master, as if he was afraid that others would not know that he was engaged in art work.

There is no office desk in the house, only a wooden table three or four meters long and more than one meter wide, with several stools scattered around it. This wooden table is both their workbench and their desk. Two people, one with a ruler and a utility knife, engraved on a piece of self-adhesive paper, and the other is drawing something on the paper with a pen.

When Zhang Chen walked in, neither of them looked up. Zhang Chen shouted: "Hello!"

The one who was painting raised her head, looked at Zhang Chen with the painting clip on her back, and asked, "Who introduced you to me?"

Zhang Chen was stunned for a moment, and then said, "No, no one introduced me, I found it myself."

"Do you have a business?" the other party asked.

Zhang Chen was confused when asked: "What business?"

The other party looked at him and ignored him. Zhang Chen stood there awkwardly, neither retreating nor moving forward, and he didn't even know what he should say.

After five or six minutes like this, the man who was engraving finished his work. He threw the utility knife on the table and picked up the cup to pour water. He found that Zhang Chen was still standing at the door and not leaving.

He first walked inside and poured a glass of water, then walked out while drinking, walked to Zhang Chen, and asked him, "Famous Academy?"

Zhang Chen shook his head.

"What are you here?"

"I'll ask if you need people here."

"What can you do?"

"I, I can do design." Zhang Chen said.

The two people inside laughed, the one who was painting turned around and looked at Zhang Chen, shook his head, and then turned to work hard on his own.

The person standing took a sip of water and said to Zhang Chen: "We all design, and the most undesirable thing here is design."

"Then what do you lack?"

"If you have business, you can come in and discuss it. If you don't have business, you can go wherever you want."

“What kind of business?”

"Light boxes, signs, neon lights, outdoor advertisements, words on the roof, slogans on the street, anything is fine, you can buy and sell whatever you have." He said, swaying his long hair, signaled to the wall, and continued:

"You can check it out yourself. As long as you have it on your business license, you can do it. You can take on the business yourself and do it yourself. Come to us when you want to sign a contract or issue an invoice and charge an eight-point service fee."

Zhang Chen looked at the business license on the wall. The main business was advertising production and business conference services. The following was more content than the main business, including retail and wholesale cultural supplies, hardware, daily chemical supplies, sugar, wine, pastries and other non-staple foods, etc., a large string, with a wide variety of them.

Zhang Chen has not had any of this business.

Zhang Chen didn't know how he left there, but he only felt that he had come out from there, walked to the telephone pole, opened the chain lock, then opened the bicycle lock, pushed the bicycle off the sidewalk, and when he got on the bike and rode, the two masters must have been standing in the door and staring at him with a sarcastic look.
Chapter completed!