Female CEO's Kung Fu Doctor

As soon as Shan Liang left, Huo Qing and the uncle opened the fancy fabric curtain and went in.

On the ground, there is a gray motorcycle, which is not impressive at all. Even the color of the body is different. It is clearly assembled from the parts of each motorcycle.

Huo Qing said, "fifty thousand yuan, right? I'll transfer it to you."

The uncle was a little reluctant and said with a grin, "Hey, look, I just helped you act. I blacked that stupid gun for 300000. Don't you give me more?"

"As for your broken motorcycle, you still want to sell 50000? 5000 yuan to buy a new Gaga, which is 100 times stronger than you."

"What do you know?"

The uncle jumped up violently and cried: "I tell you, in the racing industry, who doesn't know my Jiangyang? The motorcycle modified by me is worth millions... Listen to the sound and experience the feeling of grasping the ground to ensure that you won't be disappointed. It also has a thief's name, called laser. Do you know what laser is? Just swish, and the car will disappear."

Yes, there was no shadow on the road. Did you turn into the ditch? Huo Qing hummed, "Jiangyang? It's still a big thief? You won't steal some motorcycle parts and components, will you assemble them?"

"This... How is this possible? This is my guarantee of credibility. Look at the sign at my door, Tonghe racing home, I can't smash my own sign."

"Er... I'll give you another 5000 yuan."

Huo Qing can't laugh or cry. The sign was written in his own paper shell. Even the words are crooked, like a caterpillar crawling out. How dare such a person say the sign? Forget it, as long as the motorcycle can be used. Even if he can't win the race, he got thirty or fifteen thousand from young master Shan.

At present, Huo Qing transferred 55000 yuan to Jiangyang. Jiangyang smiled immediately when he saw the SMS reminder on his mobile phone.

Jiang Yang shook his hair coquettishly again and said with a smile, "now, you go to dinner? I promise I can assemble the motorcycle at seven o'clock in the evening."

"You won't take advantage of us to eat, will you run?" Huo Qing was also a little worried.

"How could it be? My reputation is my guarantee." Jiang Yang was very angry. Huo Qing said that he didn't believe his character.

"Well, we'll wait for you in Xishan cemetery?"

"No problem."

When several people came out of the motorcycle market, they found a restaurant. While waiting for the dishes, Liu Yuanhang raised his concern. A top-grade uncle like Jiang Yang doesn't look like a good man. How can his character be worth 55000? It's estimated that he won't bring the motorcycle.

Zhu Mingyang also nodded: "brother Qing, why don't you eat here and I'll stare at the river?"

Huo Qing waved: "there's no need. Isn't it more than 50000 yuan? If Jiangyang doesn't take the motorcycle, I'll just find a motorcycle."

"Here comes the food... I'm hungry." Dou Kou doesn't care about it. She eats heartlessly.

When he had enough to eat and drink, Huo Qing called Zhao Jin. He brought Dou Kou out in this way. Don't let Zhao Jin worry. He just took her out to play, and Liu Zhi and other students. He would be able to go back before 9 o'clock. Since it was all like this, what else to call? Zhao Jin asked them to be more careful and hung up the phone.

Xishan cemetery is very remote, surrounded by wild mountains. At night, there are almost no people and vehicles on the road. Because the only way from Tonghe city to Xishan is the road to the cemetery. Now people, or when they are, are eager to climb up. When they die, they also hope that those who live high can realize the whole Tonghe city.

The cemetery is built on the top of the mountain. There are also seven meter tall towers on the mountain. Each tower has seven floors. On each floor, there are urn, which means seven level floating tu. the higher the price, the higher the rent is, tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of yuan a year. Of course, there are rows of boxes similar to bookshelves in the room, which are also filled with urn Anyone who wants to burn money or send flowers to the dead should come to collect the urn and burn it in the unified incineration hall.

From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, there is a winding mountain road, which can be lined with two cars. Before, there was a rugged mountain road with potholes. Later, the cemetery spent a lot of money to build a cement road, which is very flat. However, this road was built around the mountain, and there is an "s" from time to time There is also a tunnel of nearly 50 meters at the corner of the mountain. During the day, vehicles dare not go up the mountain quickly, let alone at night. There are almost no vehicles running.

Gradually, it became a paradise for underground racers!

Anyway, the sky is high and the emperor is far away, and there are no pedestrians or vehicles here. Another thing is, as long as you roll down, you don't have to bury, and you can directly enter the Xishan cemetery. How convenient? Although it's funny, every year, some people and cars either fall into a cliff or hit the mountain wall. The scene is terrible. Not only does this not scare those underground people Racing drivers have attracted more and more people.

When Huo Qing, Dou Kou, Liu Yuhang and others arrived here, many people had gathered here. On the ground, there were piles of bonfires. Someone turned on the stereo, and the sound of Dongdong music was floating in the whole valley. Some young men and women were dressed very hot and sexy, twisting their bodies to their heart's content.

Nearby, there are people barbecue on site, eating and drinking beer. It's not lively!

"Huo Shao, are you coming?" Shan Liang smiled and greeted him.

"Coming." Huo Qing nodded and asked in a low voice, "where's the stupid gun rich second generation?"

Shan Liang pointed to a driver wearing a helmet, elbow and knee pads not far away. He rode a Harley mountain road motorcycle racing car, which was cool and windy. This man's name is very interesting. He is called Liu Yanghe. He just sits quietly and doesn't talk to anyone.

Huo Qing frowned and said, "Xiao Liangzi, I think this man... Seems to be an expert?"

"Master?" Shan Liang sneered. It was a fork. In fact, driving skills are terrible.

"Then I'll rest assured." Huo Qing smiled and asked, "how about you transfer the remaining 100000 to me?"

"No problem."

Shan Liang immediately transferred money to Huo Qing, looked around and asked, "where's your thief's motorcycle?"

Huo Qing looked at the time. It was a quarter to seven, and Jiangyang didn't send it. These goods won't really run away, will they? What else can Huo Qing say? He can only say that he is still on the road. However, it doesn't matter. With so many motorcycles on the scene, it's easy to get one as Shan Liang.

At that moment, the two people immediately signed a bet of 400000. Shan Liang thought that he had to get back the money Huo Qing blackmailed. The last clause... Shan Liang also specially showed Huo Qing and sighed: "Alas, you know, there is always danger in racing. This last clause is life and death. In case something really goes wrong, no one will find trouble with each other."

"Ah?" Huo Qing was startled: "I... I'm here to drag racing, not to play with my life. I think I'd better forget it?"

"Nobody wants anything to happen, right? It's just a formality. Anyone who drives here has to sign."

"Brother Qing, we all support you. You can't kill him." Dou Kou waved his small fist and shouted.

"Tender fart!"

Huo Qing smiled bitterly, but he still signed the agreement and murmured, "xiaoliangzi, how can I feel like I'm on a thief ship?"

ha-ha! Shan Liang laughed and said, "how can you think so? Even if you're on a pirate ship, we'll work together to pit others. I tell you, you'll have to treat me to dinner when you win the game."

"OK, no problem."

Time passed minute by minute. When it was almost seven o'clock, Liu Yanghe was driving the Harley mountain motorcycle and had stood at the starting line. Those who sing, dance and drink have also come together to see who will speed the car today.

Shan Liang asked, "Huo Shao, can that sloppy uncle come?"

Liu Yuhang scolded, "what's so special, isn't he a liar?"

"Who dares to say I am a liar, please believe my character."

Jiang Yang really came. He rode a pedal tricycle and dragged the gray "laser" motorcycle. He was so tired and sweaty that he couldn't help gasping for breath. He still had a cigarette in his mouth, and the ash hung down for a long time. In this way, he didn't fall down.

Huo Qing was speechless and said with a bitter smile, "Uncle Jiang, you should find a car to bring it to you, or ride it yourself..."

"You don't have to spend money to find a car? I'll ride it myself... I want to ride it, but you're the owner. I have to give you a brand-new car. I haven't run it once. This time, I'll use this' laser 'to make a sign."

"Well, haven't you sold it before?"

"Cough... They don't know the goods."

Jiang Yang grinned and pointed to a logo on the car body. He said proudly, "do you see this lightning symbol? This is the logo I drew myself. It's absolutely unique. There's no semicolon." after a pause, he patted Huo Qing on the shoulder and advised him: "work hard and don't drive too fast."

Huo Qing couldn't laugh or cry, so she had to jump into the car.

Can such a car win? Shan Liang was happy and kindly got Huo Qing a set of protective equipment. Don't say, Huo Qing put on his helmet. It's really like that.

Shan Liang tried his best to hide his inner excitement and excitement, and said loudly, "how about you? Are you all ready?"

"Ready."

"Ready..."

"Wait a minute!" Dou Kou shouted, rubbed down and ran to the back seat. He put his hands around Huo Qing's waist and shouted, "brother Qing, take me racing. I also want to stimulate."