Potter, who was already relieved, suddenly turned ugly when he heard these words.
Mo Fan gloated: "It seems that your feeling is very accurate. Someone really wants to kill you. The price of 10,000 federal coins is not low."
Howlin' Werewolf is not a special performance tonight. Several bands are performing one after another. The performances with different styles are constantly changing, and they sound different.
During the change of scene, Porter went up and howled a song to vent his anxiety.
Needless to say, the singing was impressive and full of emotion. After he came off the stage, Huo Hua took the initiative to pour him a glass of wine.
The three of them stayed at Howling Werewolf until midnight, drank three whole bottles of wine, and became much closer than when they first met.
Before parting, Huo Huo asked Mo Fan: "You mentioned money many times tonight. Are you short of money?"
"Of course. Who is struggling to make a living in Yefeng Town who is not short of money?"
"Before June next year, if you can come to Tianche Market, there will be a big deal for you."
"How big is it?"
"It's a number you'll never see in Yefeng Town."
Mo Fan was intrigued by what he said, "What kind of deal is it? Can you tell me some news in advance?"
"I'll wait for you in Tianche City."
Sparks didn't answer, got up and left the bar.
Mo Fan played with the wine glass, thinking about the deal Huo Hua mentioned.
Tianche City is a satellite city under West City. It is famous for its abundant production of empty carriages and has a developed economy.
Among all the satellite cities in the northern region of the Fourth District, Tianche City ranks among the top three.
A big deal that was planned for the Tianche market at least a year ago is a bit interesting.
He drank the last sip of wine in his glass, stood up and patted Potter on the shoulder.
"It's almost time, we should go."
When the two of them walked out of the Howling Werewolf, it was already three o'clock in the morning.
The blockade of Yefeng Town has just been lifted, and the streets are empty and deserted.
Porter, who was carrying the wine bottle, burped, leaned next to Mo Fan, and said:
"Brother, the road conditions are good today. Can I take you for a ride?"
Mo Fan pulled away to the side. Without support, Porter staggered and grabbed the street lamp to keep from falling to the ground.
"You have trouble walking in a straight line, and you still take me for a ride. Is there something I didn't do well that makes you dissatisfied?"
Porter waved the bottle and said in a tone that said I could drink even if I wasn't drunk:
"Believe me, it's no problem. The more I drink, the more stable my driving skills become, and I never make a mistake. Don't believe it, brother, if the car crashes, today's employment fee will be doubled."
"No problem, let's go."
Porter started the car and took Mo Fan back to Lightning Studio.
It was exactly as he said, as soon as he touched the steering wheel, Porter's wine seemed to wake up, and the car drove steadily and fast.
If he hadn't slipped and fallen when he got out of the car, Mo Fan would have thought that he was just faking his drunkenness.
Porter staggered into the studio, and two minutes later, a streamlined pure white racing car drove out of the studio.
"Brother, get in the car."
After Mo Fan got in the car, Porter drove out of town.
"Where are you going?"
"Let's go around Yefeng Town first."
Along the highway to the outskirts of Yefeng Town, Porter rolled up his sleeves, pulled a cord from his wrist, and inserted it into the car console.
As Porter connected with the car, a circle of silver-white lights lit up inside the car, and spiritual energy emerged from the car.
Mo Fan asked curiously: "What is this?"
"'Nervous Driving', a must-have prosthetic body for racing drivers, is a semi-external prosthetic body. "
"Semi-external type?" This was the first time Mo Fan heard this classification.
"The implant in my hand is just a connection terminal. The main body of the "neural driving" is installed in the car. It must be connected to the main body corresponding to the terminal in order to play the role of this prosthetic body. "
"It's very troublesome, right, so I must win this stage final."
"Is there any connection between these two things?" Mo Fan showed a confused expression. He was really tired talking to a drunkard.
"The Prosthetic Laboratory of Xituo Company has just developed a fully implantable "Neural Driving". As long as you win the championship, you will not only receive a reward of 300,000, but also a test version of the implanted "Neural Driving". "
Whoosh~
Potter made a wave in front of his face with his hands.
"With it, I can drive any car as fast as a racing car."
"I'll put on a new prosthetic body, and the old "nervous driving" can be used as payment for hiring you, big brother. Even though it is semi-accessible, the price on the second-hand market is no lower than that of conventional implantable prostheses. "
After hearing this, Mo Fan finally understood where the prosthetic body that helped his employer win came from.
"Then come on, I'm optimistic about you."
"No problem!" Porter straightened his body, raised his hands in salute, then slumped down and slumped back into the driver's seat.
"But winning the championship requires the cooperation of two people. I just take this opportunity to let you get used to my speed. Even you, brother, will not be able to hold the gun steady when you get motion sickness."
"In the first lap, I will use 50% speed. Brother, get ready."
Mo Fan shrugged, "Let's get started."
Porter stepped on the accelerator and the car sped away.
Porter drank happily today and was in better shape than other times. He said he was using 50% speed, but unconsciously increased it to 80%.
It wasn't until he stopped the car that he remembered to take care of Mo Fan.
"Brother, I didn't mean to..."
Porter suddenly looked at the co-pilot and found that Mo Fan showed no signs of discomfort and was yawning while scrolling through his cell phone.
Hearing the shout, Mo Fan raised his head and asked, "What's wrong?"
He looked around and found that he was back at the starting point, and praised perfunctoryly: "Have you finished the lap? The car is driving well and very fast."
Mo Fan didn't feel uncomfortable, it was Potter's turn to feel uncomfortable.
It was the first time someone sat in his car without wearing a seat belt, holding on to the armrest on the roof, or scrolling through his mobile phone in his spare time.
Is his car not driving too fast?
He put away his relaxed attitude, changed into an upright sitting posture, and put on his seat belt.
"Brother, what I mean is that I didn't perform well just now. This time I will run another lap and you can sit tight."
"Well, okay, no problem."
The car roared away again.
This time, he really did it, almost to the level of the game.
Halfway through, he turned around and looked at Mo Fan.
He found that Mo Fan was leaning against the car window with his elbow and his chin on his palm, admiring the scenery outside.
Mo Fan noticed his gaze and turned his head.
"It's a little faster than before. You haven't used the prosthetic body yet, don't pay attention to me, just let go and drive."
Porter: ...
"OK!"
At this point, Potter could only do his best.
In the second half of the lap, under the stimulation of Mo Fan, he showed his driving skills to a super level, almost achieving the integration of man and car.
On some stretches, the speed even exceeded his fastest record.
But after the second lap, when he returned to the starting point, not to mention fastening his seat belt and holding on to the handrails, Mo Fan's expression didn't even change much.
Potter completely collapsed in the driver's seat, like a salted fish that has lost its dream.
"Brother, I may not be able to win the championship this time."
Mo Fan didn't know how to comfort Potter, so he could only say:
"Don't be discouraged. It's just that you are not in good condition today. I believe you are a competition-type player."
"Oh, why are you crying? Be strong."
Half an hour later, Mo Fan returned to Ruyi Office.
The lights on the first floor were still on, and it was almost daytime, but An Xin wasn't asleep yet.
She was lying on her back on the sofa, holding the wine bottle on the ground with her left hand, holding a cigarette in her mouth, watching a group of people on the screen fighting each other with cold weapons.
As she rolled back and forth on the sofa, the hem of her pajamas lifted up, revealing her beautiful, tight belly that had been exercised.
The buttons in the middle of the pajamas were loosened, and the round northern hemisphere and deep ravines were faintly visible.
Be rich and generous!
Mo Fan clasped his palms together and bowed to An Xin.
An Xin took off the cigarette from his mouth and asked doubtfully: "What are you doing?"
"Worship the Bodhisattva."
"Neuropathy."
An Xin threw the cigarette butt into the wine bottle and sat up from the sofa.
“Have you gained your customer’s approval?”
"Maybe."
"So what do you think of him?"
"He's a nice guy, but the car is a little slow. If I want to win the championship, I have to get something big tomorrow."
