After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

Cui Tianze laughed after saying this.

fling in teeth.

Laughing at himself.

Laugh at his pretensions about enjoying freedom and pursuing equality.

But in fact, what he did was always based on class distinction and never equality.

He had never looked at the parking boy once.

"Take your time, the long night has just begun."

Feng Yin opened the car door and sat in the back seat.

The owner of the car was sitting in the passenger seat. Cui Anze stuffed the driver's car into the trunk and finally got into the car.

After getting in the car, he really studied it for a while before he figured out how to drive the car.

"No, can you drive?"

"Yes! I really can, I just have never driven a car like this."

"Tch! If you can't afford it, just say you can't afford it. It sounds like you're pretty awesome."

The eldest brother who drank was not drunk, just tipsy, and looked down upon Cui Tianze with very clear thoughts.

His car costs more than 400,000 yuan, which is considered a small luxury car.

Thinking of the man here, his aura was on fire, and he wished he could offer it to him on the Nantian Gate.

"No, I--I'm done."

Cui Tianze finally lit the fire, took a deep breath, stepped on the accelerator, and drove away.

This is the first time in his life that he has touched a car worth less than 2 million.

"It's not that. It's not that. You're a shabby driver. What's there to brag about? You're not big enough and you haven't even bought a car!"

"The best you can do is drive your dad's car."

Cui Tianze has mastered the basic operation of this car. Listening to the man Deborah's show off, he couldn't bear it. “I can’t drive my dad’s car.”

"Oh, your dad doesn't have a car! Then you can just get a driver's license and become a substitute driver? Can you do it? Let me tell you, my car costs 800,000 to 900,000 yuan. It's all good parts. You crashed it." I can’t afford to pay for it.”

Cui Tianze Ren.

Dear dad, some people laugh at you for not having a car.

Eight or nine hundred thousand? When my nanny goes out to buy groceries, she drives a car worth more than one million yuan, not because of anything else but because the family doesn’t have a car worth less than one million yuan.

Cui Tianze, who wanted to complain endlessly in his heart, saw the closing eyes of Feng Yin through the rearview mirror, and the word "forbearance" was in his heart.

But whose car is this?

Why does Feng Yin look more like a boss?

The two people in the front seat, one is the driver, the other is a nagging and bragging...boy?

Cui Tianze was thinking wildly, and he was addicted to refute.

The man next to him kept belittling Cui Tianze, talking about everything from the price of his car to his salary, and imparting nonsense life lessons.

Such people elevate themselves by belittling others, but do they really elevate themselves?

The audience in the live broadcast room could clearly hear the conversation in the car.

[This is the way I hate talking the most. 】

[They are the best at looking at people's food. If Cui Tianze's identity is revealed now, this man can climb up the pole and become relatives with him. 】

[Cui Tianze’s father doesn’t have a car? What a big laugh today. I really want to slap him in the face right away. 】

In the darkened live broadcast room, only hearing existed. At this moment, the pride and contempt in the man's words were clearly felt and disgusted by every netizen.

The car finally arrived at the man's neighborhood, and the man finally stopped bragging.

Feng Yin opened her eyes on time, and when Cui Tianze asked for a good review, she spoke.

"Your car costs up to 400,000 yuan, and it doesn't have any modified parts. I don't know your income yet, but I can clearly see your character."

"His name is Cui Tianze, the prince of Xinghuo Entertainment. Go back and search the Internet yourself, and then slowly recall what you said tonight."