I really don't want to fight with gods

Chapter 31 Routines Against Routines

Just like the various models of rally and track races.

It seems to be similar in appearance to the production car, but in fact, the chassis may have been completely replaced except for the shell.

This Citi President's car must have been modified so that my mother didn't even know it.

But even this shell is enough to bluff people. The entire 80s is in Citigroup. This car is a high-end car that various celebrities show that I and the president sit in the same style.

Of course, by the way, the daughter of the Cadillac Emperor did not worry about marrying, and the entire eighties and 90s were not eager to make progress.

It is completely left behind by other brands such as BMW and Lexus in terms of exterior, interior, power and technology.

Jing Xiaoqiang knew that this car had started to go downhill in the early 90s.

But in Citigroup, just like the old Hongqi sedan in China, it has feelings. After 30 or [-] years, many old people still like this car, and many retro and refurbished ones.

But now when he really saw the new car, Jing Xiaoqiang was still shocked.

The dark blue body, the black leather-wrapped roof, and the chrome trim all over the body shine with the definition of American luxury in that era, and the body parked in the sunset is particularly dazzling.

Jing Xiaoqiang couldn't put it down with the stand on the hood, and the driver of the unit was also distressed: "I don't know why I design such a thing, not to mention children, even the adults in each unit like to reach out and touch it, and it is crooked several times. The car, this one wasn't hurt."

Jing Xiaoqiang understands: "This kind of courtesy car used to be used on parades. The sign was set up so that the driver could judge the alignment of the horse. Later, a car with a sign became a sign of status."

Uncle Cheng listened with relish, and gave a thumbs up to the people in the unit who accompanied him.

I must have driven this car before when I was playing at Citi, but it was a refurbished vintage car.

Jing Xiaoqiang thought that some of the configurations were added later.

Now understand, that's what's standard on Citi's luxury cars, which are still at their peak.

The sharp-edged body shape, straight waterfall-style chrome-plated air intake grille, automatic air-conditioning in the 80s, full leather interior, covering all the way to the roof and even the A-pillars, makes it hard to bear to park the car outdoors.

Even the small handle of the manual door lock switch next to the window glass is covered with leather trim embossed with the Cadillac logo pattern.

The bogie design, pedal parking, optical fiber transmission display, a full set of electric seat lumbar cushion adjustment, the full electronic instrument panel that existed in that year, cruise control, etc. are already amazing enough.

The keyhole in the trunk is hidden under the Cadillac's tail, and the fuel tank inlet can only be seen by turning over the rear license plate.

It must be a hidden detail that only old players know about.

Jing Xiaoqiang opened it for inspection, and as a result, the Dolby noise reduction deck was pressed, and the extremely crisp sound panel brought out the hoarse voice of "Robert the Prince of Love Songs", which echoed in the carriage!
The driver showed off: "The most popular Robert! He has an old Huhai forehead accent, and Niang Wuni is heartbroken!"

Uncle Cheng came up and sat in the back, leisurely listening to the beat: "Xiao Qiang, your name is Robert too."

Jing Xiaoqiang scolded secretly in his heart, what the hell, Nima said that it only sold in second-, third-, and fourth-tier cities, but the audio-visual agency still sold it to Shanghai market!
Someone from the Symphony Orchestra said that the foreign exchange came back and that the film "Lambada" was released in Europe.

In the next two years, the Robin Hood of "I Do it for You" will definitely become a blockbuster all over the world.

Nima, I still have to study in Shanghai for several years. If I plagiarize these two movies, I won't be able to die in the drama school.

I really can't go to the dance hall. In the past two days, I have seen many young people dressed up as students begin to flock in.

With this in mind, his hands were unambiguous, and he drove the car around in the parking lot twice. The maintenance of the agency fleet is excellent, with a total of just over 7000 kilometers.

Buy it, this opportunity is really rare, I can open it to Dad in the future.

He especially remembered that his father drove a unit car for decades in his previous life, and he bought him a Ma Liu for the only time he returned to China. He was so happy that he showed it all over the city.

This life will double compensation.

Uncle Cheng looked at him and nodded, and immediately put his arms around the team director and went in to discuss the price.

Jing Xiaoqiang originally thought that Uncle Cheng might have a little bit of it in the middle, which is also human nature.

But the driver who accompanied him smoked and tutted: "This car, apart from him, even the mayor of the district can't get rid of it, and many people are watching..."

Jing Xiaoqiang, the dignified mayor of Shanghai, still cares about your car?

Uncle Cheng came out, with a satisfied expression on his face: "5 yuan, give me the money and drive away, and take the transfer procedures in a few days."

This is really taking care of Jing Xiaoqiang, the amount of US dollar bills that Uncle Cheng has changed in a month is almost the same.

It doesn't hurt to take it out.

Jing Xiaoqiang was so shocked that his head was about to fall off, and he had to drive out to the bank to withdraw money, and when he came back to the financial institution to issue a receipt, he had to sign Uncle Cheng behind him.

All parties were satisfied with this matter, and the agency that received 5 yuan was overjoyed!
Uncle Cheng obviously enjoyed this kind of face, so he came out and sat in the back seat comfortably, and instructed Jing Xiaoqiang to drive: "I'm helping them."

Jing Xiaoqiang actually didn't want to ask, the less he knew about many things, the better, and he wasn't interested either.

Unable to stand Uncle Cheng, he wanted to show off: "The unit has no money, you know that there are many foreign affairs activities in Shanghai. Even city leaders who participate in business activities once or twice a week will increase their personal expenses by several hundred yuan. Clothes, drinks, etc. Discipline can’t be reported, and some people say don’t go if you don’t have money, hehe… How can we do it if we don’t go out and bring in the reform and opening up?”

Jing Xiaoqiang remained silent.

I hope it's not illegal to buy this car, and it doesn't seem to touch anything.

Listening to the song he sang, Uncle Cheng pointed the way. Not far from the hotel, there was an old house behind the symphony orchestra. There was an empty garage in a prime location by the roadside.

The old single-family villa on the third or fourth floor has the garage door open on the side of the road, and Uncle Cheng himself enters from the garden on the other side.

He asked his wife to take the garage door key to open the door, and then threw it to Jing Xiaoqiang together with the broom: "Take it up by yourself, and I will leave the car here and leave you alone in the future."

Uncle Cheng and his wife are strong and sturdy, with straight facial features, but at first glance, it is not the local temperament most emphasized by Shanghainese people, and his eyes disappear with a vivid expression.

This doesn't match the style of old Kehler, no wonder this guy often recommends going out and having a good time.

But I don't have a room at the moment, and I don't know how expensive it is to park in the hotel. The alley that I rented is full of clothes poles and various items. It is impossible to park. The school estimates that even the principal does not have such a good car.

This is next to the Conservatory of Music, more than a kilometer away from the Academy of Drama, and the same distance from the rehearsal hall. It is almost at the center of every place, so it can't be more convenient.

Rolling up his sleeves and doing it, he asked Uncle Cheng, who was leaning on the side to smoke and didn't do anything: "You... don't you often go to the symphony? It's right in front."

Uncle Cheng sighed: "I have a good athletic ability, and I didn't like music since I was a child."

Jing Xiaoqiang asked again: "Then... don't you go to the dance hall often?"

Uncle Cheng lowered his voice angrily: "My mother never allowed me..."

As soon as the voice fell, it bounced off as if nothing had happened, and a door connected to the room at the bottom of the garage opened, and it was Uncle Cheng's wife who came out with a plate of fruit: "The young man is tired and eat some fruit, I heard that you and Lao Cheng are often together recently. "

Based on Jing Xiaoqiang's experience, this aunt's personality may be a bit sturdy, but that's for the outside world. She is absolutely obedient to her husband at home and won't get stabbed, and Uncle Cheng is definitely not afraid of his wife.

But scared the fuck.

Sure enough, an old lady wearing a cheongsam and a pearl necklace with meticulously combed white hair was helped out by her sturdy wife. She looked at Jing Xiaoqiang with bright eyes, and put on golden glasses to look carefully.

At this moment, Jing Xiaoqiang suddenly felt that something was wrong!

Since Lu Xi, he is still vigilant.

Waiting for the old lady to start to talk kindly: "I heard Ah Cheng say that you have lived in Citigroup for a lot of time?"

Jing Xiaoqiang's alarm beeped: "No, no, I'm talking to Uncle Cheng for fun. You see how it's possible for me to be at my age. I've always been at home, a small place in Chuandong County."

It doesn't matter if you are bragging and bragging. This kind of tracing back to the source and checking the account will definitely not talk nonsense.

Uncle Cheng also cheerfully said, "Then your English is so good and you are so proficient at driving. You can speak the Citigroup in a good way."

Jing Xiaoqiang has a reason: "Look at me, I'm not from Eastern Sichuan. My grandfather was a doctor who studied in the north. During the Anti-Japanese War, he fled to a small place near Peidu to practice medicine. My grandmother was a nurse from a family in Shanghai, and she also fled. I met there, and then my father was born. My father is driving to the unit now. My mother is a doctor in a small place. Since I was a child, I heard a lot of stories from my grandparents and my grandparents, but there is nothing at home, so I I just decided to come to Shanghai to study at university, and I will have the opportunity to go abroad to see..."

Talking nonsense, I made up my mind that I would never go out again in this life, and I didn't stop in my hands, so I hurriedly cleaned up the space.

He thought about saying that his conditions were as bad as possible. Huhai people don't care about various conditions, they prefer local people.

Who would have thought that the old lady nodded with satisfaction, and without saying anything, ordered her daughter-in-law to install a brighter light bulb in the garage, and then said goodbye gracefully and went back.

Jing Xiaoqiang decided to simply destroy the image, and when the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were gone, he whispered to Uncle Cheng: "At night... don't go to the dance hall with me, that's where I go to work."

Such a libertine would definitely not be a candidate for a son-in-law.

At this time, Jing Xiaoqiang finally realized that Uncle Cheng had mentioned going out for the sake of being innocent, and he was testing himself!

Routines are everywhere!

Must be the opposite!
As a result, Uncle Cheng quickly glanced at the closed door, with bright fireworks blooming in his eyes, nodding like a spring horse, and his nose hairs came out a lot.

Brothers!
(End of this chapter)