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Chapter 219 Gifts
The whole person was trapped in the massage chair in the mall, and Tan Suyan had no doubt that the assistant would not be able to come, so he took advantage of this time to catch up on sleep for a while.

Sure enough, the assistant arrived here more than 20 minutes later. According to the staff's instructions, he accurately found the sleeping person. Looking at the sleeping face, the assistant forcibly resisted the urge to throw the wallet on her face.

When he was thinking about how to wake up people without violence and revenge, the person on the chair seemed to feel something, opened his eyes, and those eyes were as bright as a stream of clouds, and smiled at him at this moment: "You come here!" La!"

With such a bright smile, it is difficult for even an assistant to feel bad.

What was even weirder was that he found that he didn't seem so angry anymore.

Secretly wary in his heart, with a calm expression on his face, he passed the wallet over: "With all due respect, your wallet is really terribly empty."

There was only an ID card, two ordinary bank cards, and a dozen red notes inside, which looked rather shabby to the assistant.

Tan Suyan didn't care that he had seen his wallet: "I'm relatively poor."

Stand up: "Come on, I'll pay the bill."

The assistant followed up: "With all due respect, now you can pay with your mobile phone without using a bank card."

"Yes, yes." Tan Suyan walked on the side, and said slowly, "But I have a limit on this line, and I have spent it all."

quota?

The assistant frowned: "How much is the limit?"

Tan Suyan stretched out a hand and shook it.

"50?"

"..." Tan Suyan said blankly, "It's fifty thousand."

"..."

The corner of his mouth twitched, and Tan Suyan guessed that he was probably speechless, probably because he didn't expect to have such a low-value bank card.

But the assistant said suddenly: "When our young master was a minor, the limit on the card was only [-]."

"Oh."

Seeing that she wasn't interested, the assistant didn't mention it again, and instead asked what he was most worried about: "Why did you appear here?"

"Don't you want to meet someone today?" The black-haired young man took it for granted, "I have to buy something."

The assistant looked at the packing boxes at his feet, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "Did you buy... clothes?"

The black-haired young man replied again: "Everyone always wears new clothes."

The assistant was speechless: "Our young master will prepare these for you."

He thought he would hear rejection, but in the next second, the black-haired young man turned his head with a wrinkled face: "Then why didn't you say it earlier, wasting so much of my money!"

He turned his head and asked the staff: "Can I return the product?"

The staff smiled stiffly.

The assistant couldn't afford to lose this person, and hurriedly dragged him away.

When he was on the way out, he realized that he had taken him away again. What he wanted to ask at first was why he suddenly appeared in such a place without him noticing it?
But he had already missed the best opportunity to ask questions, so he had no choice but to press it temporarily.

When I got downstairs, I saw the black-haired young man going to a pale yellow classic car, and gave him a hand: "This way, our car is not here."

"Here, this is my car~" the black-haired young man said, and he pressed the car key, and the yellow classic car immediately turned on the lights.

Seeing this, the assistant raised his eyebrows: "Your car?"

Tan Suyan sat in the driver's seat: "One must have some assets, you say so."

Opening the co-pilot's door, he turned his head and looked over, with a smile in his eyes: "I'll give you a ride, will that count as your thanks for helping me carry my wallet?"

Inside and outside the car, the four eyes met for a few seconds, and the assistant still got in the car.

"Let's go!" The black-haired young man was cheerful and jumpy, and shouted to lead him on the road.

The assistant quietly observed everything in the carriage.

Clean, tidy, no trace of driving, like a new car.

but--

"This car is a souvenir from the Black Tower band that broke up 20 years ago. There are only five in the world." After observing it, the assistant said with certainty.

And such a car is undoubtedly very expensive.

What makes it expensive is not the value of the car, but the value it is given. I heard that these cars are only owned by the members of the Black Tower Band, and they are their common souvenirs.

As for the Black Tower band, there are tens of millions of fans, and there are even billionaire-level fans. There used to be fans who wanted to buy the same style with a lot of money, but they couldn't get it.

Since then, these cars have been fired at sky-high prices.

Is this what Lin Fengsheng, an ordinary college student, should have?
It's so important... Qin Suyan was also surprised for a moment. She went to the master's house to borrow this car, and specified that it was an ordinary car, preferably an older one. The master asked her to drive it.

Now it seems that the car is always old, but it is not ordinary at all.

"What?" Tan Suyan slapped his fingers casually on the steering wheel like a drumbeat, and turned his head to smile, "Are you surprised by my financial resources?"

The assistant remained calm: "I just didn't expect you to be so rich."

"I didn't expect it either."

The assistant made a hesitant questioning sound.

But Tan Suyan didn't explain any more, just said: "I drove here today mainly because I have to bring gifts, and it's inconvenient to carry them."

That would be convenient for us, the assistant secretly said, we can use this to tea Lin Fengsheng.

"Don't you want to know what gift I brought?" The black-haired young man's voice was playful, as if hinting at something.

The assistant pushed his glasses indifferently: "You are going to participate in the sacrificial ceremony, not some lively banquet."

is there any difference?They are all for dinner.

Tan Suyan: "So what I brought is a very suitable gift."

suitable?The assistant was a little curious.

The black-haired young man said mysteriously: "But I can't tell you now, I will find it when I get to the place."

After a pause, he asked, "You don't seem to have told me where to go?"

"..."

Ten minutes later, the light yellow classic car was on the way to Wen's old house.

On the way, the assistant always felt that he had forgotten something.

Pushing his eyes again, he suddenly remembered the wallet he was looking for this morning. It was black, clean inside and out, and most importantly... "I didn't get a driver's license in your wallet."

"Huh? What's that?" The black-haired youth blinked viciously.

The assistant sat up straight.

What responded to him was the dark-haired young man's wicked and insolent laughter.

The assistant didn't speak, but once again swore in his heart that he would kill this bastard sooner or later.

I finally arrived at Wen's old house. It is no exaggeration to say that the old house is a wooden structure that was only used before the last century, both in terms of architectural style and building materials.

At this moment, there is a fluttering white silk hanging in front of the door, and even the two stone lions at the door have white scarf-like things around their necks.

There were paper money all over the floor, and an old man in a black tunic with a cane stood at the door, shaking hands with those who entered.

Assistant: "That's our old man."

After a pause, he still warned: "You'd better be honest, he's not as easy to talk to as we are."

Qin Suyan: "Don't worry."

Then he said to him: "Wait for me, I'll go and get the gift, and we'll put it together later."

The assistant didn't take it seriously.

After waiting for a while, I realized something was wrong, "Let it go?"

A figure flashed outside the window, the black-haired young man seemed to be holding something, and then flung it violently.

The assistant suddenly had a bad feeling, and immediately opened the car door, and what came into view was... a firecracker that looked like a long snake.

"..." The fingers holding the car door trembled, and the assistant pushed his glasses, "What are you doing?"

Seeing that she was holding a lighter and was about to ignite it, her pupils quivered immediately: "Don't—"

What responded to him was the sound of firecrackers that exploded suddenly.

"..."

(End of this chapter)