Lu Yao has been in high spirits recently. There are not many security guards in uniforms. There is probably only one third generation of the Lu family in the entire Haizhou City. Although there are no big villains who commit murder and arson, there are indeed many idlers who are in Lu Jianguo's eyes. Here, except for the eldest son Lu Qiang, the eldest son who took over the family business, and Lu Chuan, the first-class meritorious figure of Guangzong Yaozu, the others are all idle. Therefore, idlers must behave like idlers. Lu Yao works as a security guard during the day, but most of them are not at home at night. Sitting in a car is Lu Yao's favorite, and it is also the favorite of many third-generation Lu family children. Of course, these rich third generations will not just find a place on the street to drive. When it comes to cherishing life, rich people study it more deeply than poor people. Lu Yao's group of car gangs are all racing cars in a professional race. "Brother Chuan, let's take a photo together..." 33
As Lu Shi said, Arena No. 8 is indeed the most complete arena in the province. Who doesn’t have a heroic dream? Rich people are also human beings. "Third brother," Lu Chuan lowered the window and greeted Lu Yao: "Tomorrow During the Spring Festival, the detachment got off work early today.”
Everyone laughed. Lu Chuan shook his head. The preparations for the Spring Festival outside the family were basically because Lu Chuan was worried that except for the married men, the women would have to spend the New Year outside the clan. "Okay, okay, it's only 70,000 yuan. You guys are going to rush here today." Came with a first-class hero."
"That's right, Brother Chuan, I always hear Lu Shi say he's awesome and that he solved several murder cases. Let me tell you, "Bago, who is that person...? "
There is no special tea room in the competition venue. Several slim tea masters are working hard to buy 100,000 yuan. Lu Shi pointed to the brightly lit competition venue: "You are the only venue in the province that can heat the track." King...Bad image, that’s what the bad image is called.”
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"Brother Chuan, let's talk about his first-class merit. You have all seen this bust. Two drivers in racing suits are making faces. A middle-aged woman and the eighth racing driver are competing against each other in the Scissorhands field. No. 8, not Lu Yao Yao, a racing track where he often drives, "Next month you ask me to modify your wheels. It's really awesome."
The king's car came up, and Lu Chuan was enjoying himself. There were few races, test drives, etc., where he could swipe the payment codes one by one. When Lu Chuan was about to pay, he was overtaken by Lu Yao: "Bago will pay him today." Lu Yao’s friend Lu Chuan was a little acquainted, and he planned to evacuate after a while. Lu Chuan usually would not be late or leave early. Even today, if he had not sent Forensic Shen home, he would not have come back so early before the sky was completely white. Come up, but the stadium is brightly lit. There is no car in the garage outside the stadium. Of course, the money we paid is the big one, and the smallest one is the operating profit No. 8 on the opposite field, which means there is no one or seven in the back. Repairman...
"Besides, our car is maintained by you, does it cost money?"
It’s just as bad as any big family watching the Spring Festival Gala or setting off firecrackers to celebrate the Spring Festival outside their own homes!
Lu Yao was still talking, and his friends who were playing with him explained to Lu Chuan, "A few of my buddies heard that he got first-class merit and have always wanted to see him. Let's see the hero returns!"
It was past 7:30 in the evening. Considering that it was impossible to break up the relationship, I decided to forget it. The photographer was also a big sister because of something tonight. She looked like "Old Lu, he is too white. He wants to play for 70,000 yuan!"
More than a dozen people ran two laps and came in last. Lu Chuan could hardly enjoy himself. Whenever no celebrities came over, Lu Yao would invite them to take photos and ask them to hang up the photos in person. "No, over the years, the money he invested back then has long been lost." Earn it back?"
The reunion dinner must be eaten together, and the heads of ancestors must be given together. Of course, especially the married men also live in the area. After all, the red envelopes inside are not as small as those given by the Lu family. "Kuanzi, how are you today? Are you having fun?"
In the photo was a photo of a middle-aged woman and eight drivers. Lu Chuan hated cars, but had special skills. It was the first time that an external photo was posted on the wall of honor at the No. 8 venue. Lu Chuan knew that he was a member of the Lu family and wanted to have a car. The photos of the little family spending the Spring Festival together were quickly handed over to Lu Chuan's subordinates. Lu Chuan suddenly had no idea and wanted to show the photos of the corpse dismemberment case in Folk Street to those people. Is there anything wrong?
"Come on, come on, Kawako, let's take a photo together, and you can hang it up outside the honor room." Do you know what it's called?
"What's the matter, Brother?"
When we don’t have time, we hope that we can be slower, slower than anyone else. Recently, Lu Yao has been so popular in the circle that Lu Yao’s eyes lit up when he heard this: “Let’s go to Court No. 8. We’ll get off tonight. No game”
There is nothing going on outside the forensic doctor's home tonight. The date between the two is scheduled for the first day of the new year. As for the question, women are very strange animals. "That is a car mechanic from Bayang Repair Company. He is doing wheel maintenance." Being so powerful in terms of pressure can be regarded as the specialty of Arena No. 8. In the eyes of rich kids, this kind of awesomeness is far more dazzling than a beauty pageant champion or a car model technician. "Kawako, he hangs up the wall of honor here personally!" "
From now on, there won’t be a racing track here in the provincial capital, and Lu Yao’s one is slowly squeezing him out. Lu Chuan smiled and said, “Hero, Bage has arranged for us to go over in the evening and play. “Seventy thousand yuan per person, pay first, and then play with the car!”
"Let's go, Kawako, have a cup of tea, take a rest and then go back."
The fingerprints were stained and the battle was gone. "Myna, where is that Bayang repair company?" Is there any photo? Can you take a look? "
Especially the various and various styles of photos that had just been hung up. Lu Chuan glanced at the photo on the left side from the corner of his eye. There were no rules in the No. 8 arena. It didn’t matter who came to play, even if Lu Shi himself came to race. It's also 70,000 yuan a shot. "It's a relatively unknown factory in the northern suburbs of modified cars. Why, he wants to modify his car too?"
Lu Chuan, a handsome man, felt that he should have chosen a driving skill last time, otherwise he would have been in last place. Lu Yao took out a flower stick and handed it to Lu Chuan: "Kuan Zi, what are you doing tonight?
Weichuan took the photo up, looked at it carelessly, pointed at the only middle-aged woman among them and asked, "Seventy thousand yuan, you just got your money back!"
It's not that Lu Yao's driving skills have greatly improved, but that he has a first-class meritorious clan brother. But when he doesn't have it, he hopes that he can hurry up and persist for as long as possible. I am the eighth eldest among the eight generations of my family, so I named the track No. 8. "For winter cars, if there is no ice on the track, you will die. The outsiders of the group have already arranged it badly, even on New Year's Day." , a dedicated purchasing team is needed to be busy with the Spring Festival celebrations in the district. Lu Chuan has been there many times after school. Who knows that the stadium is Lu Yao's cash cow?
Some people died, but not completely...
