Although the words of Zhang Jin and Beigong Shuoyue were said in a low voice, they did not cover it up deliberately, so naturally they could not hide it from Meng Laosan, who was also a member of the Lian family. However, even if they heard the criticism of themselves from the two people opposite, Meng Laosan

San did not mean any anger. Instead, Meng Laosan, who was already narcissistic, became more and more proud as if he had been praised. His smile bloomed more and more, and he said with more self-aggrandizement:

"'Mr. Zhang Da', you don't have to feel inferior. After you lose a lot in front of me, Meng Laosan, you will get used to it. This time, I will use my handsome face to hit you first, and then use my driving skills.

It will make you depressed for at least one night."

Speaking of this, Meng Laosan shook his long and flowing hair, raised his head forty-five degrees, and chanted in a very literary voice with the temperament of a melancholy poet and an aria-like tone:

"I will give you the training of setbacks to make you stronger! I am so great... I am so genius... People like me are born to give people blows!

Don’t worry, you are not the first person to be hit by me, nor will you be the last!”

At this point, Meng Laosan finally couldn't pretend anymore, and started to laugh triumphantly:

"Pinch...hahahahaha..."

Meng Laosan's handsomeness can indeed be regarded as a model of a male god, but his shamelessness and narcissism are even better. He is definitely a god, and his detachment is not like that of a mortal with a normal IQ.

So much so that in the face of Meng Laosan's unworthy virtue, apart from He Qingqian who could cover her mouth and enjoy herself as if she were watching a clown's performance, the other two men clenched their fists, wishing they could make a cameo appearance.

Let the plastic surgeon use a set of "unrecognizable feet" to improve this guy's appearance, so that the shameless Meng Laosan can return from the paradise of fantasy to the hell of reality.

Fortunately, just when the two normal fists of Yi Fei and Yi Yi were about to fly out, Beigong Shuoyue, who was alert, stopped at the edge. After giving Zhang Jin a try, he comforted and said:

"Lao Jin, don't be impulsive! This guy must be eager for us to give him a slap in the face right now, so that he can refuse the game and lose. There's no need to spit out the golden sand eagle that he got from me.

It’s out. Lao Jin, don’t be fooled by him!”

As he said this, Beigong Shuoyue interrupted the girl's narcissistic laughter with a nagging voice, and said impatiently:

"Meng Laosan. We came to you to race, not to see you show off your low IQ. Stop talking nonsense, did you bring the bet? If so, check your car quickly. Then we will start the race immediately, don't

Wasting your fat man's time.

If you don’t bring it, it means you can’t afford to lose and you want to show off our brothers. In that case, if we don’t fight you, your face will be full of love. From now on, I, fat man, will change your surname to Meng!”

"I never knew that you, Fatty, are such a good person? Are you so eager to make a pair of golden sand eagles for me? Thank you, Mr. Meng!"

While the awesome man was declaring victory, Meng Laosan bent down and reached into the car. When he straightened up again and turned his head, there was already a lump of wealthy gold rolling around on his right index finger. It was Zhang Jinliu.

The 'golden version of Sand Eagle' that has been drooling for a long time.

After seeing the golden version of the Sand Eagle that was about to belong to him, Zhang Jin did not give Meng Laosan any time to continue playing tricks, but couldn't wait to get into the jet black supercar he drove before. He waited until the safety was tied up

He took the belt and landed in front of the Feiyi Gate. Then he turned around and shouted to Meng Laosan, who was still showing off his sex act there:

"Hurry up and get in the car. After checking it out, we can start. I can't wait to put this gun in my name."

Zhang Jin's confidence was no less than that of Meng Laosan, and his more direct declaration of victory made Meng Laosan stunned for a moment, and then gave Zhang Jin a thumbs up inexplicably. Then, without any hesitation, he dived into his own

The flying-wing doors of the fiery red supercar dropped.

When two supercars, one black and one red, roared side by side at the foot of the green mountain, waiting to set off, Zhang Jin, who was leaning against the car door, chatted with Fatty Beigong who was adjusting the camera monitors along the road.

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"Fat man, to be honest, this is my first time participating in drag racing. But why do I always feel different from what I saw on TV? There is no atmosphere at all. Is this the same with you guys usually?"

As soon as Zhang Jin finished speaking, before Fatty Beigong could reply, Meng Laosan jumped in and spoke first:

"Of course not. When we usually race, there are usually seven, eight, or even a dozen cars racing together. Even if there are two people competing, there are still a lot of people watching the race, participating in betting, or acting as cheerleaders. And generally

Generally speaking, we race at night, with headlights, roaring motors, cheers, bets, hot girls...that's what makes the atmosphere!

This time, the reason why it was so deserted was because it was during the day.

It's purely because of your respected status as "Mr. Zhang Da". I'm afraid that if there are too many people, your defeat will be too ugly and you won't be able to get off the stage. I'll wear some small shoes or something like that in the future.

Although I don’t see anything special about you, after all, the old guys in my family regard you as a god, so I don’t dare to offend you.”

Meng Laosan's words were still eloquent, and the deep sarcasm hidden in them still made Zhang Jin's teeth itch.

Zhang Jin also realized at this time that if he didn't deal with this kid first and make him docile, he would not be able to continue talking happily with him, so Zhang Jin also put on a mocking face unceremoniously.

, replied in the same tone:

"What should be said is that you are really lucky! You are going to lose a lot of face today. Fortunately, there are not too many spectators. Otherwise, you will not even dare to brag in the future. What else is there for you in life?

mean?

I think ‘bragging’ has become the most important enjoyment in your life, right? Bringing forth new bragging must be your goal in the future, right?”

"Hey, 'Mr. Zhang Da' is indeed 'Mr. Zhang Da'. What he said is interesting, very interesting and very high-level!

But there’s nothing new!

Many people have used this kind of tone to talk to us before, but in the end they swallowed it obediently. I just don’t know that after losing my pants after the race today, Mr. Zhang Da’s stomach is so full that he can’t swallow it.

You don’t know this, right? I like to do this slap in the face the most, the ‘slap’ is very crisp, very tactile, and very enjoyable!”

Hearing Meng Laosan's confidence that could irritate people to death, Zhang Jin was not angry, but smiled.

He reached out and took out his mobile phone from his pocket and gave it to Meng Laosan, who was sitting in the driver's seat and leaning against the car door, and took many photos one after another. When Meng Laosan wanted to ask inexplicably because of Zhang Jin's behavior,

Zhang Jincai took the lead and explained:

"I'll take a photo of your mocking face first. After the race, I want to compare it. How swollen is your face after I slapped it?"

Zhang Jin's mouth is also given the same, and he has rich experience in struggle with the death party and Mr. Liu, when did he have a loss on his mouth?

In the face of Meng Lao's bad breath, Zhang Jin's return is also quite powerful.

"Since you are so confident in Mr. Zhang Da, do we want to add some bets?"

"With you, how much you add, I will follow!"

Seeing my own betting requirements failed to scare Zhang Jin and failed to hold Zhang Jin's arrogance, Meng Lao San was not ambiguous.

"Okay, if you win, I will not only return the primary sand eagle that won from the fat man last time, but my" Firebird "also belongs to you! How about you?"

Looking at Meng Laosan's fiery red, cool and public cars, Zhang Jin did not hide his greedy eyes.

As if this car had been included in his own income, it seemed to see Ye Hong sitting in the car.

If you want to receive such a gift, Ye Hong will definitely be extremely enthusiastic about himself. The block barrier in your heart will definitely eliminate a lot, right?

Therefore, Zhang Jin was not ambiguous, and turned his head to the Beiyong Shuoyue Dao who was debugging the instrument:
Chapter completed!