4, Irritated car owner

It took several days for Song Wenbin to get used to his new life without live broadcasts. These days he ate and slept, and soon stubble grew on his face and he became a lot weaker.

On this day, he woke up from a pile of beer bottles and heard a fierce knock on the door. Hangover, he staggered out of bed and opened the door. Before the door could be opened, he heard a lion-like roar coming from the door.

"The rent has to be paid! Do you know?"

It was a middle-aged woman wearing thick glasses and a horse face. The woman held a bunch of keys in her hand and said impatiently: "I owe you a month!"

Song Wenbin rubbed his hair and muttered: "It's not even a month yet, isn't there still a deposit?"

“What should I do if the deposit is withheld and the house is damaged and I don’t pay compensation?”

The middle-aged woman put her hands on her hips and said in surprise: "As she spoke, she looked into Song Wenbin's room, pinched her nose and cursed: "Who knows what tricks you young people can do in my house?

La! Dirty!"

"Okay, okay, I'll give it to you at the end of the month, I'll give it to you at the end of the month."

Song Wenbin calmly told the landlord.

"Don't be careless with me! The end of the month is next month, and your house is rented on the 15th!" The landlord said bluffingly: "Your deposit is not even enough!"

After brushing and brushing, he suddenly sat up straight with a surprised expression.

After staring at this message for a long time, Song Wenbin pinched his face to make sure he was not dreaming. Then he jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom.

The girl became even more angry. She slammed the car door and strode towards Song Wenbin. Seeing this, several older men on the side immediately jumped down, opened their arms to protect Song Wenbin, and shouted loudly: "You are so impulsive."

What are you doing! We’re going to fight!”

Song Wenbin said, he walked to the front desk and rummaged through the box full of car keys at the front desk.

What answered him was the huge roar of the engine. The double R slowly slipped out of the driveway and disappeared in an instant.

There is a natural sense of intimacy between people who ride motorcycles. Song Wenbin rode his bike to the side of the ADV. When the owner saw a double R coming, he immediately opened his helmet and greeted him in a friendly manner.

He answered the other party's question, but the other party seemed to be slower in replying.

Whether the other party has a problem or he has a problem, this short but extremely bizarre communication has aroused Song Wenbin's interest. He really wants to know what kind of aircraft the other party is building.

Song Wenbin didn't like her, so he took off his helmet, spat contemptuously on the wheel of Nissan GTR, and then put the helmet back on.

Song Wenbin didn't speak, but his double R groaned in displeasure, expressing his master's inner thoughts.

Song Wenbin didn't know what happened, so he had to stop. The long queue of cars moved forward slowly. Song Wenbin kept looking at the time, and he let out an unhappy gasp.

"Not necessarily. It's just a job application. It seems to be the job of a host."

Song Wenbin lay on the motorcycle to comfort his uncle.

Recruiting moderator

The short-haired girl held her head high like a hedgehog and said: "In a civilized society, please practice some moral ethics and stop using those words on your lips."

"Huh?"

At this time, there were more and more cars behind them, and their horns were blaring non-stop. Song Wenbin finally squeezed into the intersection and found several motorcycle advs and a GTR checking in front.

Ma Qiang warned loudly.

“After visiting Jingshan, I can only ride a motorcycle to explore the surrounding areas.”

Seeing Song Wenbin coming over wearing a black motorcycle suit, he sat up in surprise and asked, "Are you going out?"

"Who says it's not?"

"Behave well!"

Seals entertain each other.

Recently, he has been waiting for news about the unblocking of the live broadcast room, and has been trying to appeal, but all the news has come to nothing. After a full month, he realized that he had hit a dead end and hit a dead end.

Isn't Song Wenbin interested in women?

The girl was shocked. She immediately opened the car door and said angrily like a ignited powder keg: "Motorcycle! What do you mean!?"

Song Wenbin came into contact with some girls from the subculture who dressed up in live broadcasts, but she found that almost all the girls from the subculture she came into contact with were a little bit bitter and resentful. She was obviously weird, but she felt offended if someone looked at her even more. Especially

This is especially true for those girls who come back from abroad and dress up in subculture. They want to add a scene to themselves anytime and anywhere.

At this time, the commotion attracted the police on the side. They immediately gathered around and scolded loudly: "Why are you making such a noise? Get back to the car!"

Song Wenbin finally cheered up and said loudly: "It's only a few thousand, can I still owe you that little money? I will definitely give it to you when the time comes!"

"I'm going to S city."

Song Wenbin became angry when he heard such words, and echoed: "This kind of people are the most disgusting. When they go abroad, they feel that they are superior to others. When they come back, they don't follow the rules. They are really lacking in quality."

"Who says it's not?"

Look at the girl in the car again. She is wearing sunglasses, leather gloves, and a short leather jacket. She has a serious expression, as if she is ready to have a debate about women's rights with others at any time.

After going downstairs, Song Wenbin first came to Ma Qiang's car dealership. Ma Qiang's second-hand car dealership had already opened. At the moment, he was sitting in the office with his legs crossed and scrolling through Douyin, smiling happily.

Sure enough, when the girl saw Song Wenbin looking at her, she also pulled down her sunglasses and glared at him.

City S is 170 kilometers away from City H, where Song Wenbin is located. Song Wenbin didn't want to miss this strange job, so he chose the fastest way to get there.

"Come to Mishan International A3, 12F for an interview, the sooner the better."

However, he has become accustomed to the life of live broadcasting. Now if he is asked to change his career to something else, he doesn't know what to do. At this moment, he can only browse the boss aimlessly to see if there is any job suitable for him.

When he finally arrived near the exit, Song Wenbin discovered that there was a nucleic acid checker at the intersection.

Song Wenbin also greeted him, and the two naturally started talking.

Song Wenbin said as he found a key with a blue and white checkered pattern from the pile of keys.

However, right at the entrance, there was a long queue of cars.

"Where are you going, brother?"

Although Song Wenbin rides a BMW, this BMW is not his. In fact, all his cars are second-hand cars collected by Ma Qiang, and this double R is the same. However, except for live broadcasts, he is too lazy to pay any money to any women.

So he turned a deaf ear to the question from the short-haired woman.

Ma Qiang was very happy when he heard that he was not an anchor. He threw away his hand and rummaged through the cabinet in the office. He found an AGV carbon fiber helmet that had been collected for many years and handed it to Song Wenbin. He also gave him a pair of gloves and warned:

"Be safe on the road."

"I understand!"

"S City, where are you coming from?"

After a while, a suspicious message came through.

"Going to City S? What are you doing?"

After saying this, Song Wenbin regretted it. He felt that he was too casual and stupid, so he long pressed the message to withdraw this damn embarrassing message. However, before he could withdraw, a message came from the other side.

(Demand, male, those who are not interested in women will be given priority.)

After staring at this simple recruitment request for a long time, Song Wenbin sat up straight. He had never seen such a strange recruitment request in his twenty-five years.

Song Wenbin took the initiative to look up and down the GTR. It was gray, had a rough interior, was buzzing, and had a square butt. It was a car beyond his aesthetics.

The girl and several motorcycle-riding uncles started to push each other. She reached over the shoulder of one of the motorcycle-cycling uncles, pointed at Song Wenbin and cursed: "Motorcycling guy! What are you pretending to be riding a broken BMW?"

"Why can't girls drive GTR?"

"It's all about grass on the wall, that's the virtue."

Ma Qiangdeng sat up immediately and said happily: "Have you found a job?"

Although Song Wenbin had some income from his live broadcast, all that money was used by Song Wenbin to subsidize Ma Qiang's crumbling car dealership. Moreover, he was blocked before he could enter the monetization stage, so he was very strapped for money at the moment.

But at this time, the GTR on the side couldn't stand it. A short-haired girl wearing sunglasses stuck her head out of the car window, frowned at the motorcycle next to her, and said: "Hey, I want to ask you guys, can you open your mouth a little bit?"

Be cleaner, you know so much!"

The motorcycle driver smiled and didn't argue with her. He just made a helpless expression at Song Wenbin and then put down the lenses.

Because he saw a recruitment message that was completely different from all the recruitments.

Neither.

"So, are you not interested in women?"

The uncle from the motorcycle tour group believed this deeply, and even said the quintessence of Chinese culture: "XX is the most annoying type of XX. If you go out, you will go out. What will you do when you come back?"

"Apply." Song Wenbin said.

The motorcycle tour uncle looked at the young girl in the GTR and said in surprise: "Girls drive GTR?"

Bang!

Song Wenbin closed the door with an unlucky look on his face, kicked away the can next to the bed, lay on the bed, opened the boss and started swiping.

Thinking that Song Wenbin had indeed never owed any money, the landlady kicked off her slippers and walked away.

Of course not, Song Wenbin doesn't like men.

"Hey, don't mention it."

only

Song Wenbin looked at the Rem poster on the wall. It was obvious that her wife was posting stickers with her sister in another dimension. After thinking about it, he took a photo of the poster on the wall and sent it to him with the text: "I have a wife."

Already."

Song Wenbin was a born activist. After making his decision, he shaved and took a hot bath. After the bath, he looked in the mirror. In the mirror, he was 1.8 meters tall and although his appearance was not handsome.

But above all, he was an outdoor anchor after all. Song Wenbin was more concerned about his image. He neatly took care of his hair, changed into clean motorcycle clothes, and then set off.

There is no doubt that that is the type of girl Song Wenbin hates the most.

No academic qualifications required

No experience limit

Salary 15-30k

Of course, all this information was normal. Only the following demand made Song Wenbin's eyes widen.

"hehe."

"Are you gay?"

With a strange temptation, Song Wenbin took the initiative to start communicating with the HR person opposite. As a result, the other person's reply was unusually fast, almost urgent, and almost in the face. After saying hello, the other person sent a question.

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Song Wenbin took it and put it on, then walked to a blue, white and red BMW Double R parked in the corner of the store and rode on it.

The short-haired woman returned to the car angrily and slammed the door.

After a while, it was finally Song Wenbin's turn. After checking the nucleic acid report, he entered the highway from H City to S City.

After driving for a while, Song Wenbin heard a buzzing sound from behind. Without looking in the rearview mirror, the gray GTR quickly passed Song Wenbin.

Song Wenbin felt funny in his heart. He bent down on the frame and raised the gear. In less than two seconds, he overtook the GTR and sped away. Soon, the GTR was out of sight.

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Chapter completed!