dream pocket

A group of five people came to the car in front of the villa. Qiu Qiang took out the car key and was about to open the door, but Tang Xin waved his hand to stop him.

"Comrade Qiu Qiang, as a well-known real estate developer in Tianhai City, your father won't just use this car?"

Sun Dao walked around the car, which is a small and medium-sized car, Audi.

"The style is too long. You see, there are still obvious scratches here and have not been repaired. It is estimated that it is only in the early 20, 40."

Qiu Qiang is not very interested in cars, his greatest interest is martial arts.

"But my dad basically drives this car when he goes to and from the company every day."

Sun Dao came back, shrugged to Qiu Qiang and said, "Your father is low-key. People who drive around in sports cars every day think they have a long life. They use signs to attract people to come to seek wealth and death."

Qiu Qiang looked at Tang Xin and asked, "Is this car okay?"

Asking someone for help, even asking someone to borrow a car, Tang Xin still picks and chooses, and he himself feels embarrassed, but if he drives such a car out, he always feels anticlimactic.

"It's not impossible. It's just that when you drive this car out, it's not like a kid from a rich family. It's more like you've been swept away by the financial turmoil, or you just divorced your wife and lost a lawsuit and got half of your property divided."

Sun Dao snapped his fingers and didn't speak, but he obviously agreed with Tang Xin's words very much.

Qiu Qiang had no choice but to go to the garage next to the villa, and opened the garage door. After the door opened, a Mercedes-Benz S-car with a cold light and shadow came into view.

"Aha, that's right."

Sun Dao walked up with great excitement.

But Tang Xin still frowned and said: "Mercedes-Benz is aggressive enough, but it looks too old-fashioned and not public enough. If you are 30 years old, driving this car is pretty good, but you haven't reached that age group that is as calm as a mountain. .”

After finishing speaking, Tang Xin's eyes turned to Cheng Mu who was beside him, and everyone followed his gaze, and suddenly realized something.

"Hey, what are you looking at me for? Also, what do you mean by oh? What do you want to imply? Tang Xin, I will bite you to death!"

Obviously, driving is the same as wearing clothes, you must conform to your personality, age, taste, etc., so that there will be no illusion of visual contrast and incongruity.

"My dad usually drives a Mercedes-Benz when he goes to social activities. It is probably similar to what Tang Xin said. Adapt to the situation. Different occasions, different dresses, and different cars."

Qiu Qiang didn't bother, he waved to Tang Xin and the others, and another car was parked in the garage.

Pointing to a four-seater sports car with a bright blue body inside, Qiu Qiang said helplessly: "My dad basically doesn't drive the last one, it's probably a collection."

Tang Xin's eyes lit up, and when he saw this Bentley sports car, he knew it was the right one!

"It's definitely not a collection. In terms of collection value, it's still out of reach." Sun Dao almost wanted to rush into the sports car, but he endured it.

Tang Xin walked over and patted Qiu Qiang on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Your dad still has a young heart. Maybe when you were asleep, your dad would drive it outside and go racing, swimming in the world of speed and passion Li. Hehe, what man doesn't like the feeling of being driven by lightning?"

Qiu Qiang doesn't have too much enthusiasm in his eyes, he admires power more.

"Is this car okay? If it's okay, I'll ask my dad for the car key."

After saying these words, Tang Xin and the others fell from the clouds of surprise.

In fact, everyone tacitly thought that Qiu Qiang might have taken out the key secretly, but the current situation is different from what was expected.

"Your dad, will your dad agree to let you, a minor, drive out in a car worth more than 400 million yuan?"

Sun Dao was dumbfounded, and Tang Xin was also caught off guard.

Qiu Qiang said very frankly: "I drive a motorcycle, and my father takes care of the keys. You should understand that I only have five hundred pocket money a month. Sun Dao, you have more pocket money than me?"

Sun Daoqing coughed twice, and said in a shy voice, "But my family can't afford a villa of more than 600 million yuan, and there are two high-end cars parked in the garage that add up to at least 700 million yuan."

Tang Xin smiled wryly, not intending to embarrass Qiu Qiang, and waved his hands: "I didn't think about it. In this way, it's not a big deal if you don't have a car with a facade. After all, you are Qiu Daosheng's son. With this relationship, Dong Shiyou will not doubt you." identity."

Everyone walked out in a dispirited manner, but Qiu Qiang asked in bewilderment: "Hey, maybe my dad will agree?"

"You didn't wake up?"

Tang Xin found it unbelievable. With normal thinking, it is impossible to let an underage son drive a 500 million sports car out?

Could it be that the psychology of the rich is really different from that of ordinary people?

Qiu Qiang raised his hand and said, "You guys wait."

After finishing speaking, he turned and walked into the villa. After a while, he came out with the car keys, and under the dumbfounded expressions of Tang Xin and the others, he pressed the alarm of the Bentley sports car.

"You stole it?"

Sun Dao couldn't believe it, he turned his head and looked at Tang Xin, wondering how Qiu Qiang got the car keys.

"My dad said, drive slowly, as long as you don't violate the traffic rules, the traffic police will definitely find trouble."

After Qiu Qiang finished speaking, he opened the car door and sat in. He came out again in less than two seconds, beckoning to Sun Dao helplessly, "Driver, come here."

Sun Dao looked back and forth at Tang Xin and Ye Qiu Chengmu with a stiff smile, and walked towards Bentley with random gestures.

"I'm not dreaming? I drank too much last night, am I still awake? Can I drive a sports car worth at least 400 million?"

After Sun Dao drove the car outside, he sat in the main driver's seat, and Qiu Qiang sat in the co-pilot's seat.

Tang Xin, Ye Qiu, Cheng Mu and the others got into the rear door, and the sports car drove away from the residential area with many villas in blue dazzle.

In the Qiu family's villa, Qiu Daosheng, with a Chinese character and a gentle face, was holding coffee, and he was still in pajamas standing in front of the window, looking at the sports car riding Juechen, he couldn't help smiling.

"Husband! You're not sick, you let your son go out in a sports car?"

The charming woman was also wearing pajamas. She wanted to chase Qiu Qiang out to stop him, but the sports car disappeared as soon as she went downstairs.

Qiu Daosheng put down his cup and sat by the window, not worried at all.

"Some of my son's friends, I think they're good."

Picking up today's morning newspaper, Qiu Daosheng read it happily.

With Qiu Qiang's outstanding performance in sports, especially his ability to repeatedly break records in the city, all middle schools in the city will open their doors to him.

But Qiu Daosheng let Qiu Qiang go to No. [-] Middle School in the city, which ranked third in terms of reputation.

The reason is very simple. City No. [-] Middle School is a paradise for nerds. The students there are nothing but studying. There are elites in the examination room. No one can compare with them in terms of examinations. But Qiu Daosheng does not want Qiu Qiang to be in such an environment. growing up.

City No. [-] Middle School is the gathering place for the second generation of rich, second generation of officials, third generation of red, etc. The parent meeting held in this school is basically like a party held by social celebrities. Qiu Daosheng does not want Qiu Qiang to be in such a concentration camp for the offspring of officials and businessmen. environment to grow.

Therefore, choose the more ordinary and peaceful city No. [-] Middle School.

From junior high school to high school, these years, Qiu Daosheng was deeply gratified for the decision that year. At least, Qiu Qiang did not grow into a self-righteous second-generation ancestor, and he did not have any disgusting vices.