Just when Li Yuanlang was about to call to inquire, he heard the sound of a car horn not far away, and a huge vehicle roared slowly towards him.

The body of this car is very wide, tall, and the Cadillac logo is very conspicuous on the high black front.

Li Yuanlang is a driver, so he naturally knows cars very well.

This is a Cadillac President No. 1 car with a market value of several million.

When the car came to a steady stop, a young man wearing a black suit, white shirt and black tie opened the cab door, got out in a hurry, trotted open the rear door, bowed and led a man to walk out slowly.

The man was about 1.7 meters tall, slightly younger than Li Yuanlang, about thirty years old, and lean.

Wearing black clothes, black trousers, and shiny black leather shoes, the figure can be seen clearly.

There was a dark green round jade pendant hanging around her neck, which was worth a lot depending on its quality. Since she was wearing a pair of black sunglasses, which covered most of her face, she couldn't see clearly what her eyes looked like.

After the man got off the car, he slowly walked up to Li Yuanlang, slowly took off his sunglasses and looked at Li Yuanlang from head to toe.

Then he asked: "Your name is Li Yuanlang?"

Li Yuanlang couldn't stand and felt disgusted with this man's extremely arrogant pretense, but he still nodded out of respect: "I am."

The man shook his head casually and said, "My aunt asked me to pick you up. Come with me."

Li Yuanlang immediately raised his hand to stop him and said, "Who are you please? Who is your aunt?"

The man who walked out a few steps immediately stopped, turned back and snorted: "I forgot to tell you, my name is Zhang Meng, my aunt is Xue Lu, and my uncle is Xue Yongxiang. Now you know who I am."

Zhang Meng deliberately announced Xue Yongxiang's name, believing that the bumpkin in front of him would be shocked.

But Li Yuanlang just nodded and said "hmm" with a calm expression, as if Xue Yongxiang was just a passerby.

Zhang Meng was so discouraged that he did not forget to add another sentence: "My uncle is the secretary of the Far South Provincial Party Committee and the first political commissar of the Far South Military Region. Have you never heard of it?"

Li Yuanlang suddenly said two words: "I know."

Zhang Meng's nose almost turned crooked because of his anger. Everyone knows how famous Xue Yongxiang is, but why does this country bumpkin have such a mediocre response?

Country people are rare and strange, so don't care about him.

Zhang Meng didn't let Li Yuanlang get in the car first.

Li Yuanlang hesitated for a moment, then climbed into the famous Cadillac Presidential One.

To be honest, this was Li Yuanlang's first time riding in such a luxurious car.

The interior layout of this car is very sophisticated and luxurious, with a full sense of technology.

With a 42cm seat layout, the interior space is still very large.

The interior is very luxurious and elegant, and the beige leather and peach interior complement each other.

The two main seats in the rear cabin are electric massage seats with leg support and heating functions. The rear row can electrically lift and lower the huge Samsung display screen.

It can be directly connected to the Internet, and can also sing similar to KTV. The cutting-edge BOSS audio gives this luxury car an ultra-luxurious entertainment experience.

After Li Yuanlang sat on it, he felt that the seat was very spacious, and its comfort was no less than that of a sofa at home. It was soft and waist-protecting.

When the car started, Zhang Meng, who was sitting opposite Li Yuanlang, casually pulled out a cigar from the armrest, bit it in his mouth and said proudly: "The seat is adjustable, from 90 degrees to 180 degrees.

When you are tired, you can lie down and rest. Moreover, this car uses a naturally aspirated V8 engine, with impeccable power and functions. Let’s talk about the floor, which is made of yacht teak flooring, which can emit bursts of fragrance.

If you don’t believe me, just smell it.”

Li Yuanlang dismissed this, how could he raise his nose to smell it?

Seeing his indifferent look, Zhang Meng thought that Li Yuanlang was frightened by the luxury of this car, and a hint of pride suddenly appeared on his lips.

Then he asked: "Hey, have you never been in such a good car, or is this the first time you have seen such a car?"

Li Yuanlang frowned and said to him: "No matter how good it is, it's still just a car."

As for the next sentence, "What do you have to show off," he endured it and did not say it.

Zhang Meng was completely speechless when he heard this, or was defeated by Li Yuanlang's tone.

How many people got into his car, just like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, and couldn't get enough of it. This one, on the other hand, didn't take it seriously at all.

Indeed, no matter how good this car is, it is still a car after all. Just like the large and small cars running on the road that are worth tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands, they are all means of transportation for pulling people and carrying goods.

He could not refute, so he could only take a long puff of cigar to eliminate the loss and frustration in his heart.

The choking smell of cigar smoke instantly filled the entire carriage. Li Yuanlang was choked and coughed. He simply took out a Liqun cigarette from his pocket, lit it and smoked it with Zhang Meng.

Zhang Meng originally didn't want to talk to Li Yuanlang, but when he saw that he was only smoking ordinary Liqun cigarettes worth fourteen yuan a pack, he couldn't help but sneered: "Throw away your cigarettes, I'll choke on the smell, so smoke mine."

." He said, throwing away a cigar.

Li Yuanlang didn't even answer, the cigar flicked on his leg, jumped a few times and fell to the ground.

Li Yuanlang still went his own way and continued to smoke his Liqun, and said: "No matter how good your cigars are, they are not as comfortable as my Liqun. I am used to smoking this kind of cigarette. If I change the brand, I will choke."

"You..." Zhang Meng pointed at Li Yuanlang with his finger and said with a blushing face: "This cigarette is specially made by me from abroad. One cigarette is more expensive than yours. I really don't know what is good and what is good, so I won't smoke it."

He turned his head out of the car window and stopped talking to Li Yuanlang, not even looking at him.

The first time he came into contact with Li Yuanlang, Mr. Zhang was very unhappy and aggrieved.

The Century Club is located in a remote area of ​​the Third Ring Road in Beijing, hidden in a community.

This is also a way of self-protection. The higher-ups have issued repeated orders strictly prohibiting the opening of such private high-end clubs.

There were policies and countermeasures, so the club changed its location and opened in an inconspicuous place. And the appearance looked very ordinary, just like the facade of a low-end small hotel.

Go through the security door at the back of the first floor of the small hotel, go down a few steps, and there is an elevator.

There is a dedicated person responsible for operating the elevator, which actually serves as a ventilation function.

It turned out that Zhang Meng was a regular visitor here, and even the elevator driver knew him, calling him "Meng Meng" one after another.

Zhang Meng was also happy to be called that person, and he even threw a cigar to the person generously.

The man held it in his hand, smelled it vigorously, and praised: "Meng Shao's smoke is really good. It is clear and refreshing when you smell it."

Zhang Meng couldn't help but laugh arrogantly. Even when he stepped out of the elevator, the corners of his mouth were still upwards and never drooped.

The elevator says to go down to the third floor, open the door and walk out, you will see a different scene.

In a large hall, the lights are bright, there is a fountain in the middle, rockery, flowers and vegetation intertwined together, full of green and vitality.

I didn’t know that it was a scorching summer, but I didn’t know that it was already early winter. The leaves outside were withered and the branches were falling, creating a withered scene.

A pretty waitress wearing a cheongsam had already led Li Yuanlang and Zhang Meng to private room 306.

Although Zhang Meng knew this place well, as soon as the boy came in, his small eyes were always staring at the waitress's slit cheongsam and her white thighs.

Following the waitress, he looked around from top to bottom. If Li Yuan Long hadn't been by his side, he would have reached out and patted the woman's raised parts.

His every move could not escape Li Yuanlang's eyes, and he had another bad impression of this lustful and arrogant guy in his heart.

Why did the Xue family have such a dandy? It is really insulting to the family tradition.

Arriving at the door of private room 306, the waitress had a professional smile on her face, opened the door politely, and said politely into the room: "Ms. Xue, your guest has arrived."

The private room was very luxuriously decorated, with a thick red carpet on the floor. As soon as you entered the door, there was a circle of leather sofas, and facing Li Yuanlang's back was the back of a woman sitting on the sofa with her head crossed.

The woman who heard the sound did not stand up, but remained seated firmly.

Li Yuanlang had no choice but to follow Zhang Meng around and stand in front of the woman.

The woman looks about fifty years old, graceful and luxurious. Her face must have been well-skinned and maintained. There are no wrinkles on her face, and she is fair, fair and very delicate.

She has an average appearance, and Zhang Meng's small eyes look very much like a woman's.

No need to ask, she should be Xue Lu, the person who invited Li Yuanlang in a domineering way.

Li Yuanlang took the initiative to say hello to Xue Lu, who was still sitting upright, "Hello, Aunt Xue."
Chapter completed!