A Bugatti Veyron, with a patch of paint removed from its silver body, looks like the psoriasis on the face of a vitiligo patient.
Needless to say, Zhang Xiaoqiang could figure out that it was Ao Lie who did this while patting his head.
As for the specific reason, I guess Bugatti Veyron was looking for trouble and was educated.
However, even though he understood what was going on, Zhang Xiaoqiang still looked normal.
Just kidding, it would be silly to negotiate at this time.
Just such a luxury car, a wheel is estimated to cost hundreds of thousands, but even though Zhang Xiaoqiang is a returned entrepreneur from a large chain store, his net worth has just crossed the subsistence line.
With a raised eyebrow, Zhang Xiaoqiang replied indifferently: "Brother, you can't say this nonsense, and you can't wear your hat randomly. What happened to your car being scratched next to me? Why do you put a shit basin on my head?"
"Nonsense!! My only fucking question is, is this car yours?"
"Yes!?" Zhang Xiaoqiang nodded affirmatively.
After hearing this, the big man seemed to have found his long-lost parents, and said emotionally: "That's right, the car is yours, so of course you did this."
"Oh, if the car is mine, I did it. Brother, there are so many cars here, and each one has its own owner. Why don't you say it was his mother who did it?" Zhang Xiaoqiang only found the other party's theory funny.
"Nonsense, my car is far away from me, but with your shabby car next to me, who else could it be if it wasn't you?"
"Who knows, anyone can do it. You saw it. I just entered the parking lot. Even if I really wanted to row your car, I couldn't do it from the air. Brother, from what I see, someone is probably jealous of you. The guy who drove the car deliberately messed with it, you know there are still a lot of people with a sense of justice these days."
Change the way you curse!
There is no way, it was Ao Lie who did it, Zhang Xiaoqiang can't be familiar with Lu Duofang in front of other people's masters, right
The big man also called the surveillance camera just now, and Zhang Xiaoqiang was indeed not in the parking lot.
But judging from the surveillance footage, his car moved.
And it was precisely because the passenger door opened that it scratched the big Bugatti Veyron.
"Boy, do you think this will solve the problem? Should we turn off the surveillance camera and take a look!?"
"This..." Although it is not sure whether the surveillance video recorded Ao Lie's crime.
But looking at the big man's determined expression, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that it was better not to take the risk.
"I don't think that's necessary. If there is any friction between our cars, brother, to be honest, you can't afford the maintenance cost of my car."
The concept is intentionally changed, but ordinary people will never accept it.
But Zhang Xiaoqiang was used to being bullied, and he knew very well the faces of these so-called masters.
These guys all have piercing nostrils and don't know what being low-key is.
Sure enough, Zhang Xiaoqiang's meaningless teasing words immediately hit the big man's most valued dignity.
For a moment, the focus of his attention immediately changed, and he turned to scolding: "What are you talking about, I can't afford a junk car like yours?"
Look, what does it mean to be mentally retarded? This is it.
The discussion was obviously about the issue of car scratch claim, but Zhang Xiaoqiang changed the big man's thinking in one sentence, and now it seemed to be a debate on the value of Isuzu.
"Yes, you can't afford it." Zhang Xiaoqiang suppressed the urge to laugh and said seriously.
"Hehe, hehe." With his waist in his hands and his head shaking, the big man seemed to be suffering from epilepsy. He swayed for a while before he frowned angrily: "Boy, do you know how much my car costs?"
"I don't know. I have no interest in junk cars that only focus on appearance and have no inner qualities."
Zhang Xiaoqiang's words were like a slap in the face to all the pompous onlookers present.
You know, no matter which car they put on the market, it will attract the worship of people who don’t know the truth.
But when it came to Zhang Xiaoqiang's mouth, it turned out to be gold and jade on the outside and rubbish on the inside.
How can you accept this boastful self-esteem
Without any command to assemble, the crusade party headed by the big man immediately reprimanded Zhang Xiaoqiang.
"Boy, what are you talking about? Can you afford this car?"
"A country bumpkin who has never seen the world dares to show off in front of us. Who do you think you are? Do you have the capital?"
"You're talking like shit, you have the nerve to say... Heh, it's so embarrassing for your mother to give birth to you!"
One sentence after another, the words of the exaggerators became more and more unpleasant.
In just a few seconds, the rebuke turned into abuse.
In just about ten seconds, Zhang Xiaoqiang's family members were almost scolded by these exaggerated people.
After venting his exaggeration for a while, Xuan Zhanxiao replied calmly: "People often say that the quality of a car is like a person's character. To judge a person's quality, it often depends on what kind of car they drive. I stand by this statement. I have different opinions. I think the quality of a person is not reflected by the car, but the quality of the car is related to the person. Don’t your faces prove this truth? No matter how much the car costs, no matter how luxurious it is. , when it comes to these complete pieces like you, it can only be called trash."
"you… "
He reached out to stop the exaggerated brother who was about to run away. The big man took a deep breath. It was obvious that he was also furious at the moment.
However, the big man really controlled his temper this time. After a slight adjustment, he squinted his eyes slightly and said with a smile: "Boy, you are very good at talking. It depends on what you mean. Your car is very good." ah?"
The non-committal shoulder, anyway, the words have been brought out, and the other party has been offended. At this time, it is meaningless to explain the facts to others.
In this case, let me continue to fly for a while while pretending to be B.
"The strength of the car is not personal, but there is no doubt that it is better than yours."
The big man was stabbed in the chest again.
It’s no wonder that when Zhang Xiaoqiang considers his majestic Bugatti Veyron, a luxury car worth nearly ten million dollars, it’s worse than “Xiang”.
"Okay, okay, you think your car is awesome. We happen to have a drag racing competition here. How about you dare to compete?" Although he deliberately maintained his demeanor, even a fool could hear the big man's teeth rubbing. The "click" sound.
"Haha," Zhang Xiaoqiang chuckled as if he had heard a funny joke: "Compare! Why not compete? If not, why would I come to the parking lot in the middle of the night?"
The rhetorical question made the big man a little surprised.
He never expected that Zhang Xiaoqiang would actually agree to his proposal, and judging from his tone, it seemed that he had already planned this.
But the random guy was relieved. In his opinion, Zhang Xiaoqiang said this just to save face and pretend to be fat.
After all, the latter's car was there, a broken Isuzu painted in rich gold, no matter how much it was packaged, it could not change the reality of his broken car.
(End of chapter)