Zhang Heng didn't wait long, and the group of modified car clubs came back.
The young man on 911 came back with him. He walked towards Zhang Heng and at the same time touched his pocket with one hand, so Zhang Heng also took out a utility knife.
"Misunderstanding." Seeing this, the young man quickly raised a hand to indicate that he didn't have any malicious intentions, and then took out his mobile phone from his pocket, "You won this competition, and the total prize money is 240,000. Your bank card number how many?"
"I haven't had time to apply for a bank card yet, do you have cash?" Zhang Heng asked.
The young man was startled when he heard the words, this master is a master, is he living so freely, he doesn't even have a bank card, but probably only such a detached person can practice such driving skills.
In martial arts, isn't there often such a description? After practicing martial arts to a certain level, it is the cultivation of the state of mind. In the same way, the really powerful driver may also be like this? Those who have not reached this level may be difficult to understand.
"You... wait."
Young people turn around and start looking for someone to collect money, but now electronic payment is quite popular, even if they are the rich second generation, they don’t bring much cash when they go out. Basically, everyone puts three to five thousand yuan in their wallets for emergency. They are generally credit cards.
So the young people spent a long time scraping together and only managed to scrape together about 50,000 yuan. Judging from the fact that there are still 10 yuan bills in it, they must have really tried their best.
"Don't worry, I'll call someone to deliver the rest." The young man patted his chest and said.
"You guys play modified cars, do you know any places where you can repair cars at night?" Zhang Heng asked after receiving 50,000 yuan.
He drove Santana into the iron gate of the construction site before. It was an emergency and he could not stop to open the gate, but this also left dents on the front of the car, and the tires and brakes were also severely worn. Zhang Heng had to deal with it before he could drive home.
"Yes, yes, we have our own auto repair shop, which is open during the day and tinkers with our own cars at night."
"Well, let's have someone send the rest of the money there." Zhang Heng put away the utility knife and said.
Since the attitude of the young people driving 911 is good, Zhang Heng naturally has no intention of embarrassing them. After all, strictly speaking, what happened tonight was that he was short of money and wanted to make a fortune from these rich second generations. , Forcing them to compete with themselves, not only broke the money but also caused a certain psychological shadow.
But he was a little surprised when he learned why the young man was so polite to him.
This group of people actually wanted to invite him to be a special consultant to the modified car club to teach them the skills of drag racing. After all, according to the young man, he had never seen a person who drove Santana to this level in his life. This level is enough for him. Everyone in the modified car club is in class.
And this class is not for nothing, the club is willing to pay Zhang Heng 20,000 yuan every time the car is modified.
It's a pity that Zhang Heng didn't come to this dungeon to make money. The 240,000 is enough for his future activities, and it doesn't make sense if he can't take more money.
So Zhang Heng rejected the young man's invitation, but the two sides still exchanged phone calls.
Afterwards, he completed the inspection and repair of Santana 3000, went to fill up the gas again, parked the car back in the garage before dawn, and returned home with a schoolbag of money on his back.
...
"You won't... stay up late again and again, will you?"
On Monday, in math class, Bai Qing couldn't help asking after seeing someone yawning and continuing to doodle on paper.
Her voice was very low, and Zhang Heng didn't hear it clearly, so he asked, "Huh?"
"I said... You didn't sleep again last night, okay? Are there so many homework to copy?"
Zhang Heng blinked his eyes when he heard the words, "... Teacher He is looking at you."
"Huh?" Bai Qing was taken aback. Looking back, I saw Mr. He, who teaches chemistry, looking over here, her eyes full of warning. This is because Bai Qing is a study committee member, so she didn't get angry on the spot. If it is a student with poor academic performance , it is estimated that she has begun to maintain classroom discipline.
Bai Qing lowered his head in shame, and didn't dare to say anything else. It was not until Teacher He turned around to write on the blackboard that he poked Zhang Heng with his pen again, "You also spoke, why didn't she look at you?"
"Because I didn't move my mouth just now." Zhang Heng showed Bai Qing a demonstration, and sure enough, his lips barely moved when he spoke.
"..."
Bai Qing was speechless. For some people, if you say he is sleepy, he doesn't know how to use any method to always keep track of the teacher's movements. If you say he is not sleepy, he keeps yawning all the time.
But she was caught once on the spot, and she didn't talk to Zhang Heng again after that, and obediently returned to being a top student. It wasn't until get out of class was over that Bai Qing was finally relieved to see Teacher He leave with the book in his arms.
"Actually, you don't have to worry, she doesn't care about troubles for you." Zhang Heng said.
"Why do you say that?"
"Because she is worrying about her own family life, or to be precise, worrying about her husband cheating, and now she is exhausted, and she doesn't want to get into other troubles at all, just want to finish class and leave. "
"Ha... How do you know her husband cheated? Did you hide under her sofa last night? "
"I can see it without hiding under the sofa at her house. This is very obvious. The teachers in our school usually seldom put on makeup, but today, for the first time, Teacher He put on fine makeup. It's just like wearing this kind of makeup. It takes at least 40 minutes to make a primer, and the first class this morning is her class, if you were her, would you be willing to sacrifice 40 minutes of sleep time to do makeup for the students in your class?"
"But that doesn't mean her husband is cheating?" Bai Qing thought for a while.
"Women, especially middle-aged women, if it is not necessary for work, there are generally only two possibilities if they are willing to get up early in the morning to apply fine makeup, either to meet their lover or to meet their rival. From the lipstick she chooses It seems that she is obviously more inclined to the latter, and she looks very impatient today. She stomped her feet several times in the morning class, and she made a loud noise when she turned the book. This doesn't seem like the excitement before going to see her lover. "
Zhang Heng paused, "And if I remember correctly, Mr. He is a very controlling person. He controls the family's financial power and is very strict with his husband. He has to check the post every day. However, sometimes it is not necessarily too tight. It's a good thing, especially in front of outsiders, she shouldn't show off this kind of thing, it will bring a lot of psychological pressure to his husband, at this time he will need a weaker and petite opposite sex to call him back Masculine dignity ... and then tragedy strikes."
Bai Qing blushed, "How do you know such things so well?"
"Emotional disputes are a great incentive to commit crimes. I have studied crimes, so I know a little about relationships." Zhang Heng closed the notebook on the table.