Ke Xue: Let you be a policeman, do you fish every day?

Right next to Lin Feng, a black GT was parked beside it.

Inside the GT car.

The young woman in the co-pilot accidentally saw the Dodge Tomahawk that Lin Feng was riding next to him.

Surprised in the young woman's eyes, she said to the middle-aged man in the driver's seat.

"Honey, look at the side, that locomotive is so handsome!"

The middle-aged man shook his head in disdain and said.

"Isn't it just a broken motorcycle, what's there to see?"

Despite the middle-aged man's words, he still turned his head and looked over.

next second.

A surprise appeared in the eyes of the middle-aged man.

He whispered, "It's really handsome!"

The young woman smiled slightly and said, "I'll just say handsome, I don't know what kind of motorcycle it is."

"I've never been on a locomotive like that..."

When the middle-aged man heard this, his face turned ugly.

You are sitting on the co-pilot of my GT, and you want to take a locomotive?

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, "Hmph, what's the use of a handsome motorcycle?"

"The price of a locomotive is not as good as a tire of my GT!"

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Chapter 111 Dear, what's wrong with you?

between words.

The middle-aged man pushed down the window of the GT.

Stretching his left hand out of the car window, the middle-aged man knocked on the GT's door.

He said arrogantly, "Hey, kid!"

Hearing Zai's sudden cry, Lin Feng turned his head and glanced suspiciously.

Lin Feng didn't say anything, just looked at the middle-aged man silently.

Feeling Lin Feng's oppressive direct gaze, the middle-aged man felt a little nervous.

The young woman on the co-pilot sensed something was wrong with the atmosphere.

She immediately pulled the corner of the middle-aged man's clothes and said in her mouth.

"Honey, what are you doing?"

"Forget it, stop making trouble!"

The middle-aged man frowned, this woman thought she was making trouble?

With a cold snort in his mouth,

The middle-aged man looked at Lin Feng and asked.

"Boy, my girlfriend said that your motorcycle is very handsome, and I want to ride it."

"I'll give you 200 million, how about selling this car to me?"

Listening to the middle-aged man's words, Lin "Ling Liusan" Feng frowned slightly, and said in surprise.

"200?"

Seeing Lin Feng's surprised gaze, the middle-aged man's heart suddenly stabilized.

He continued, "Yes, 200 million!"

"Although I don't know what brand your motorcycle is..."

"This strange shape can be seen as a miscellaneous brand."

"However, since my girlfriend likes it, it doesn't matter to spend a little money to make her happy."

"Boy, 200 million is more than enough to buy a motorcycle, right?"

Seeing the confident look on the middle-aged man's face, Lin Feng felt amused.

Just want to buy your almost 200 million Dodge Tomahawk for 3.7 million?

It's not dark yet, and you start dreaming?

Lin Feng grinned and said nothing.

He directly withdrew his gaze and looked at the traffic lights ahead.

The face of the middle-aged man changed, he was just about to speak.

There was a burst of ringing and the phone rang.

The middle-aged man took a look, opened the flip, and pressed the answer button directly.

The middle-aged man asked displeasedly.

"Hey?"

As soon as his voice fell, another man's voice came from the phone.

"Second brother, the GT at the traffic light is you, right?"

The middle-aged man hummed and said, "It's me, what's wrong?"

"Did you see me?"

The man's voice on the phone was full of excitement.

"exactly......"

"Did you see that locomotive next to you?"

"Fuck, that's a Dodge Tomahawk!"

"What the hell, Mihua Town has a world-class motorcycle like the Dodge Tomahawk!"

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows instantly and asked.

"A world-class motorcycle?"

The man on the phone said in surprise, "Second brother, you don't even know?"

"That's right, it's normal if you don't know, after all, you became rich recently..."

"Ahem, I mean, the Dodge Tomahawk is recognized by all motorcycle fans as the number one motorcycle in the world!"

"It's ridiculously expensive!"

"Around 3.7 billion!"

Listening to the man's words on the phone, the middle-aged man's face became shocked.

World class motorcycle?

Dodge Tomahawk?

The price is 3.7 million?

The middle-aged man turned his head to look at Lin Feng with some difficulty.

The man looked to be in his early twenties.

Going out on a 3.7 million motorcycle?

Has the world mutated?

Thanks to the brashness I said just now, that motorcycle is not as expensive as one of my tires...

The middle-aged man instantly thought of Lin Feng's expression just now.

It turned out that he was not surprised by the number when he heard 200 million.

Instead, I feel disdain for what I said!

The man's voice on the phone couldn't hear the middle-aged man's voice, and kept asking.

"Second? Second?"

"Are you still listening?"

"Fucking upstart, how dare you hang up on me?"

The middle-aged man didn't care what he was talking on the phone, so he hung up the phone directly.

The young woman on the co-pilot next to her also noticed that something was wrong with the middle-aged man.

She asked with concern, "Honey, what's the matter with you?"

The middle-aged man came back to his senses and said with a smile.

"I'm fine!"

At this time, the middle-aged man, where is the arrogance just now?

at this time.

The countdown to the traffic lights begins.

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The red light turns into a yellow light.

At this moment, a roar of the engine sounded at the traffic lights.