Mr. Wen was not angry. He glanced at the thin bamboo pole. The youngest guy immediately stopped and stood back with his head raised.

He took out a pack of soft cigarettes from his pocket, pinched them gently, lowered his head and picked up one, and then signaled to Yang Yi.

Yang Yi does not smoke. She is the same in her past and present life. In this life, she lives rigorously, and in her past life, she is more of the reason for smoking. She leaves a special smell on herself, which is very unfavorable for performing tasks.

But this does not mean that he doesn't know how to smoke. In situations where he needs it, for example, now, Yang Yi reached out to pick up one and smoked it himself.

Mr. Wen had an expression of appreciation in his eyes. He patted Yang Yi on the shoulder and said, "Little brother, since you like it, why don't you try it? Is it suitable for you? I understand best, right?"

Yang Yi and he were sucking in the clouds and mists, but he was not frivolous, but said in a humble and arrogant manner: "Of course."

Yang Yi casually handed Guo Ziyi the duffel bag containing two million cash to take care of. Guo Ziyi didn't know what was inside, and muttered to keep up. However, when he saw Mr. Wen, who was with a tiger back and waist, got into the passenger seat, he curled his lips and didn't dare to sit in the back.

Who made him pluck the courage to talk back to others just now?

Yang Yi stepped onto the driver's seat with his long legs. The chassis of the car is very high, and the huge tires are not ordinary car tires. The patterns are profound. Even if you run on the bumpy mountain road, you can maintain a high bite force.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Yang Yi immediately felt a different feeling!

The reason why he likes pickup trucks is because in Africa and the Middle East used to drive such cars, which are strong and resistant to collisions! However, the pickup trucks in his previous life were very compact, and those with the back seats could not sit, and black people had long legs! Most of them even canceled the back seats and wanted to ride the ride and lie down in the back seat.

But this car is different. The front row has a spacious space and the rear row is not much different. It seems that Mr. Wen is already leaning comfortably on the back of the passenger seat, stretching his feet and stretching his waist.

"Let's go and see your driving skills!" Mr. Wen handed the key to Yang Yi, "You have to slow down at the beginning, this car is very powerful!"

Yang Yi was unambiguous. He inserted the key, ignited it, and started it, and drove the car out of the 4S store. He drove it in a steady manner. But the roaring engine sound of the Dogwolf had already revealed its desire.

"If you can't use it here, you can drive to the left, and there is a special test lot in front of you." Mr. Wen pointed out the way.

When he arrived at the professional test drive, Yang Yi saw the spacious and straight runway, and a slight fluctuation flashed in his eyes. Without waiting for Mr. Wen's instructions, he flew in two gears by himself. The car roared and flew.

One hundred digits, one hundred fifty digits, two hundred digits...

Mr. Wen could not have imagined that Yang Yi, who was a little "gentle" and was so crazy. He couldn't bear to eat, his face turned a little pale, he was busy wearing a seat belt, and shouted: "Slow down, slow down!"

But Yang Yi did not stop until he reached the fastest speed of the car - 220 yards! Then he circled around the field at this speed and stopped steadily.

Just now, Yang Yi drifted directly over the corner without slowing down. Mr. Wen was so scared by him that he almost had no energy to sit up. But fortunately, Mr. Wen had seen turbulent and rain. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said as if nothing had happened: "Brother Yang, are you from a car class, right?"

Just now, the two met each other's names. Mr. Wen's full name is Wen Ruizhong, who is from Northeast China.

Yang Yi smiled faintly and said, "No, from the field troops."

Mr. Wen's pupils shrank slightly and he asked in a low voice: "Have you been on the battlefield?"

Yang Yi glanced at him and nodded without vaguely.

Mr. Wen suddenly felt awe-inspiring. His question was very vague. Only those who have served in the army knew what it means. You must know that it is a peaceful time, so where can there be any battle to fight? Who else has been on the battlefield except those special troops that perform special tasks?

"Then why..." Mr. Wen was very curious, but immediately realized that this question should not be asked, so he quickly added, "Sorry, sorry, this is a secret."

"It's nothing," Yang Yi smiled and said, "I beat a kid with background and was kicked out."

Mr. Wen was stunned for a moment. He raised his thumbs up and said with a smile: "I like this temper, Old Wen!"

Of course, the theme is still a test drive. Yang Yi deliberately drove so fast, just to experience the various performances of the car.

Until now, he was very satisfied that the car's power, the shock absorption effect when passing through the ramp, the traction force of the tires during drifting, and the braking speed during deceleration and braking can all show the superiority of the car's performance.

Of course, it is not as good as a sports car, but it is rare to be able to play with a pickup truck at this level!

As for the degree of collision resistance of the car body, Yang Yi doesn't care much. Langya is a military car company and does not use corners like Japanese cars and some domestic cars.

Besides, he bought this car and drove it in the city for transportation, and it was not on the battlefield. He didn't need to consider whether it could eat and hold and hit violently...

Back at the 4S store, Yang Yi finally made a statement. He carefully patted the front cover of Balang's car in front of everyone, and said, "It's it, Mr. Wen, please calculate how much?"

"Is this the one I bought?" Guo Ziyi and the young man-faced Sun Ji exclaimed almost at the same time.

The young man felt even more incredible and panic. He said angrily: "You must have colluded with me while you went out to test the drive. I don't believe it, how could he afford this car?"

Yang Yi glanced at the little white face and smiled lightly at Mr. Wen and said, "Mr. Wen, I still need to trouble you to put a sign on the car and complete the procedures. How much does it cost in total?"

Wen Ruizhong smiled cheerfully and said, "No problem, Xiao Wu, come here!"

He called his subordinate girl who was in finance. The two of them muttered for a while before raising their heads and saying to Yang Yi: "A total of 610,000, I'll give you a slight amount, 600,000."

There seems to be no discount, but the others in the Langya 4S store all look weird. They know that the price outside is actually only a low-end price, but the one that Yang Yi drives is completely top-end!

There is more than 100,000 yuan difference between high-end and low-end! The discount Wen Ruizhong gave is too big!

"I don't believe it! You collude and lie to me!" The young man realized something was wrong and pretended to be angry and wanted to leave.

However, the Langya's people would not let him go so easily, and a few people blocked his way.

"I don't believe you can really make so much money!" he said angrily.

Yang Yi glanced at him, turned around and took the duffel bag from Guo Ziyi's hand, and placed it on the front cover of the car.

As everyone was watching, Yang Yi opened his luggage bag, and the stacks of red banknotes were exposed.
Chapter completed!