Violators Club

Chapter 157 Maybach

Chapter 155 Maybach
In Xiangjiang at night, the air is humid and hot.

Walking out of Li Wenbin's house, Chen Changqing lit a red tower for himself, and a puff of blue smoke spewed out from his mouth, making Xiangjiang, which was shrouded in darkness, a little more restless, giving the impression of a huge monster entrenched.

In front of the line of sight is a jet-black Maybach.

Wearing a pair of gaudy orange-red underpants on his legs, and a pure white Panama hat on his head, he was dressed nondescriptly and beckoned at himself with a smirk on his face.

After flicking the soot, Chen Changqing walked over, smiled and punched Sha Qiang:
"How did you come?"

Silly Qianghan smiled, he rubbed his shoulders, with a smug look on his face: "I called you, but I didn't get through, but I'm smart, Luo Ji is your driver now, so I came here."

Chen Changqing smiled, and looked at the silly strong in front of his eyes:
"The hat is nice."

Shaqiang raised his chin, and his tail looked like it was about to reach into the sky:
"Hey, brother Chen sent it."

Proud to be sure, Panama straw hat, handmade, the world's top luxury straw hat.

Roosevelt, Churchill, members of the royal family of John Bull, these are all loyal supporters of the Panama hat, but they are paired with a pair of fancy orange pants like Shaqiang?

I have to say, some hot eyes!

However, Chen Changqing didn't say anything, but the smile on the corner of his mouth became even stronger.

Silly Qiang, among other things, is really pleasing. Normal people wear this suit,
It feels like a nouveau riche, but Shaqiang's clothes make people feel very happy inexplicably.

Flicking the cigarette ash in his hand, looking at the black Maybach next to Shaqiang, Chen Changqing couldn't help raising his eyebrows:

"He gave you the car too?"

Shaqiang shook his head, a bright smile appeared on his somewhat funny face:

"Maybach, a car worth several million dollars, how could Brother Chen give it to me? It's for you."

It can be seen that Shaqiang is really happy, even the smile on his face is happier than getting a Panama hat.

It just fell with the other party's voice.

Chen Changqing raised his eyebrows involuntarily, and with thoughtful eyes, he subconsciously asked:

"Didn't tell you anything?"

If it was Ni Yongxiao who gave him the car, Chen Changqing would not think too much about it.

After all, the two cars I have now are all given by Ni Yongxiao. One is a sky blue Ford Mustang. Chen Changqing really likes that car, but because of being hit, no matter whether it is Ni Yongxiao or May, they don't want me Drive that car again.

The other one is the BMW that Luo Ji now drives for himself.

Seriously, BMW is worthless, whether it is in Xiangjiang or in the world.

The model of this car is not considered a luxury car, and it will cost hundreds of thousands if it is exhausted.

But in fact, except for the shape, most of the internal structure of this car has been changed. The main body is all made of military technology, and the window glass has reached the bulletproof level. It is not as good as Ni Yongxiao's Les Royce Silver Thorn worth tens of millions.

But in terms of cost?

This small, unremarkable BMW costs at least 500 million.

So a Maybach is nothing to Chen Changqing. The real question is why Han Chen gave him a Maybach, and he gave it to him with a stupid hand. The meaning of this is worth pondering.

On the other hand, Shaqiang scratched his head and looked at Chen Changqing with a silly smile:
"Brother Chen knows that I am stupid, so he didn't tell me anything, saying that you will understand when you see the car."

And looking at the thought flickering in Chen Changqing's eyes, the curious Shaqiang couldn't help asking:
"Aren, what does Brother Chen mean?"

In fact, he was also very confused. Ever since he was released from prison, brother Chen let him stay with Ah Ren, and the two hadn't seen each other for a while.

This afternoon, Brother Chen suddenly called him to have dinner, gave him a beautiful hat, and asked him to give this expensive Maybach to Chen Changqing. The idiot really didn't understand what Brother Chen meant.

Facing Sha Qiang's puzzlement, Chen Changqing didn't explain.

He took a puff of his cigarette butt, and gave Shaqiang a look:
"Don't ask if you shouldn't."

Smiling and nodding, Shaqiang didn't take it seriously, as if Ali often told herself to respect Chen Changqing, after all, he was his boss now, but Shaqiang never paid attention to him.

The two are brothers first, and then the relationship between the boss and the subordinates.

He can die for the sake of his brother, but if it is the boss, Sha Qiang will definitely run away.

This is the difference between a brother and a boss.

Just looking at Chen Changqing in front of him, he was so stupid and strong, he couldn't help thinking and seriousness in his eyes: "Aren, I don't know what to say, anyway, be careful yourself, it's finally clean, don't be dirty gone."

Not long, just half a year.

Silly Qiang saw with his own eyes that Chen Changqing had grown from penniless to a net worth of hundreds of millions.

Starting from the Baile Game City, then to the closing of the land, and the upcoming Baile Plaza, Sha Qiang dare not say that every penny is clean, but at least it is not as dirty as before.

Besides, now Shaqiang himself manages a business, he knows how strong the money-absorbing ability of Baile Game City is.

Han Chen is his boss, but he is not as good as Chen Changqing.

Shaqiang didn't want Chen Changqing to dirty the clean money he had earned so hard because of a little profit.

He's been in prison and knows what it's like.

But money is magic.

Not to mention anything else, as far as Sha Qiang knows, there are several game centers in Tsim Sha Tsui that are similar to Baile.

There are not many arcade machines that are serious, and many arcade machines are tinged with gambling. Sha Qiang even saw someone selling drugs in the game city with his own eyes.

Looking at the worry in Shaqiang's eyes, Chen Changqing couldn't help but rolled his eyes:

"I use you to teach?"

Silly Qiang nodded, it was just a joke, but he was thinking seriously.

After about two or three seconds, a happy smirk appeared on his face again:

"That's right, anyway, Ren, you are smarter than me."

Why both Han Chen and Chen Changqing like silly strong?

Not only because this person is loyal enough and stupid enough, but more importantly, he is a heartless optimist, and you will never feel a negative attitude from him.

Just like now,
One second he was still worried about whether Chen Changqing would follow the old path, and the next second he said stupidly:

"Let's go, get in the car. There are millions of cars, no matter how you say it, you have to have an addiction."

A flash of envy flashed in Chen Changqing's eyes, and he raised his hand to throw away the cigarette butt. Sometimes he wanted to be so relaxed, but in the end he could only think about it:
"If you like it, I will give it to you."

Sha Qiang, who was sitting in the driver, shook his head, touched the steering wheel of the luxury car, and said in a somewhat smug tone:

"That's not okay, the car is yours and I can drive it if I want, but if it's mine, don't you feel sorry for me if you touch it?"

Chen Changqing rolled his eyes, and slapped Shaqiang angrily:

"You're a fucking talent."

The car started, feeling the sound of the engine, Sha Qiang had a proud face:

"My father said since he was a child that this child was smart from an early age."

Chen Changqing ignored it, he was wearing a seat belt in the co-pilot, since the last car accident, he must wear a seat belt as long as he is in the front seat.

But when he was wearing the seat belt, Chen Changqing couldn't help being stunned:
"Where's Luo Ji?"

I forgot before, maybe because I was a little happy to see Sha Qiang, Chen Changqing didn't notice that Luo Ji was not downstairs at all.

Facing Chen Changqing's question, Silly slapped his forehead, only then realized that he had forgotten something, subconsciously exclaimed:

"Damn! I forgot if you didn't tell me. When you went up, I didn't tell you because the phone couldn't get through. A guy named Bullet or Zidan called you and said he was in some trouble. Listen They said it was a group of An Nanzi, do you want me to find Brother Xia Chen?"

"An Nanzai?" Chen Changqing frowned.

Subconsciously, he thought of the policeman named Azhi whom he saw at the police station before.

The black Maybach was driving forward, and Chen Changqing, who didn't notice the change in Chen Changqing's expression, looked disapproving: "Yes, after Gandhi fell, a group of An Nanzi came to Tsim Sha Tsui, don't worry too much, they are all a bunch of dead on the street."

If Shaqiang was allowed to go by himself, he would probably tremble with fear, because those An Nanzis were really ruthless.

But what if he calls Brother Chen for help?
In his eyes, those An Nanzis are nothing. After all, one group is fighting and fighting fiercely, while the other group is outlaws making money with their heads hanging on their waistbands. The two sides are not at the same level at all.

Facing the silly question, Chen Changqing shook his head, and calmly lit a cigarette for himself:
"Luo Ji, don't worry, he was my elder brother's driver before."

Silly Qiang raised his eyebrows, his expression was a little shocked:

"Mr. Ni's driver?"

Along with a puff of blue smoke, Chen Changqing glanced at him:
"Hurry up and drive."

Silly Qiang smiled, and drove the Maybach towards the brightly lit street.

(End of this chapter)