Chapter 114 Who is the toad?

"Hanguang, are you free?"

Zhang Jianyang leaned against the edge of the sports car, and the black was in the sun, giving people a sense of trust. He spent 180 million yuan to buy it. Zhang Jianyang couldn't regret it. In the fantasy world, it is Zhang Jianyang's mount, and now Zhang Jianyang still chooses it. After all, Zhang Jianyang has inseparable feelings for it.

Don't think that 180 million is very expensive. Think about the Star Armor produced by Star Company, and the top one has reached a price of more than one billion.

And in Zhang Jianyang's concept, money is just a number. As long as he wants to, he can earn far more than a hundred times more than 180 million.

It's not time to get off work yet, but Wang Hanguang, who received Zhang Jianyang's phone call, didn't even think about it and said, "Team Zhang, what can I do?"

"Well, come to the car city in the central area. My pickup truck is here. You can take it for a few days." Zhang Jianyang smoked, and many people in the car city looked this way. The black sports car did not have red and yellow wind. Obviously, it has more connotations and is much calm and stable. It is suitable for Zhang Jianyang's psychological vicissitudes.

For such a good thing, Wang Hanguang had no reason to refuse. He laughed and said, "Team Zhang, I'll be there soon."

Zhang Jianyang hung up the phone and called Tang Yaoqi again: "Brother Tang, what are you busy with?"

At this time, Tang Yaoqi had been dealing with things in the health hall for a long time and said, "A bunch of things, I'm not as idle as you."

"What are you talking about? I'm just a hard-working worker. You are a big boss, and you should be more leisurely." Zhang Jianyang asked in a low voice, "Brother Tang, there is no wind on the official side now, right?"

Tang Yaoqi was a little strange. He stopped the signed pen: "No way, brother, you poked a hornet's nest again, did you? Didn't Ma Yongqing let him go?"

"No, the matter of the Arc de Triomphe has been solved, thanks to Brother Tang's help."

"Then why are you insting about this?"

Zhang Jianyang laughed and said, "No, I just want to hear interesting stories about the upper class."

Tang Yaoqi's intuition is that it's not that simple, but Zhang Jianyang didn't say anything, and he didn't ask much. Instead, he said, "If you encounter any trouble, give me a call. In Shacheng, my face is still worth a little money, but don't be impulsive."

"Thank you, Brother Tang."

Hanging up the phone, Zhang Jianyang shook his head. A role like Ma Kaiqiao is not worth mentioning in Shacheng. His death is just a record, but it is hard to say how to check. I don't know how many killing cases like this happen in Shacheng every day. Who cares so widely?

However, what makes Zhang Jianyang a headache is that the identity of residents on Ma Kaiqiao will cause more or less trouble.

After waiting for half an hour, Wang Hanguang appeared in a motorcycle of the Chamber of Commerce.

Zhang Jianyang threw a cigarette at him, pointed to the pickup truck and said, "If you want to play, you can drive for a few days."

Wang Hanguang took Zhang Jianyang's cigarette, looked at the pickup truck with bright eyes, and said in surprise, "Team Zhang, really?"

"Of course." Zhang Jianyang threw the car key to Wang Hanguang.

"But Team Zhang, you gave me the pickup truck. What are you driving?" Wang Hanguang lit a cigarette and touched the front of the pickup truck happily. It was not a problem for him to buy a brand-new car with his current savings. He followed Zhang Jianyang to the Tamu Basin twice and won millions of bonuses. However, Wang Hanguang thought of his age and was in his early thirties. His parents kept urging him to get married, and his savings were only barely enough to buy a house.

As if he had found a new continent, Wang Hanguang found the sports car parked not far away and made a series of twitching sounds: "Team Zhang, you said that if you can drive this kind of car, even if you die, I, Wang Hanguang, are willing."

Zhang Jianyang didn't tell him that this was his car, but smiled and said, "I said Hanguang, you are too lack of ambition. You should improve your wishes, such as buying one in the future."

Wang Hanguang shook his head desperately and said, "Team Zhang, don't be heard. You will be laughed out of your teeth." He glanced at the sports car and found that it was not a model he was familiar with. He said, "How can such a sports car cost millions? Even if I don't eat or drink, I guess there is hope for a lifetime."

"How many millions?" Zhang Jianyang was stunned and curled his lips. Millions were just a wheel to buy it.

Of course, Zhang Jianyang won't say it. He carried Wang Hanguang's motorcycle to the pickup truck and said, "No one can say anything about the future. Maybe you won't like millions of cars in the future."

Wang Hanguang giggled and got into the cab: "Team Zhang, do you want me to take you home first?"

Zhang Jianyang waved his hand and said, "No, I have an appointment with a friend."

The excited Wang Hanguang didn't say much. He started skillfully, then reversed the car, stepped on the accelerator again, and rushed out like an arrow, and disappeared into the parking lot of the car city for a moment.

Zhang Jianyang smiled bitterly. With such a toss, it is estimated that the life of this pickup truck will be short for several years.

The technology used by the sports car is voice control and fingerprint. It can be started through voice control, open the door, and let the sports car automatically reverse, drive for a short distance, etc. It is more valuable than a star armor. Familiar with it, after Zhang Jianyang completed the voice control input of various instructions, after confirming the fingerprint, the sports car made a "boom" start.

The roar like a monster is where it is famous all over the world. The special engine sound makes people's blood boil.

Zhang Jianyang tapped the accelerator, and the steel monster roared, like a cheetah, rushed out, and threw the car city behind the car in a moment.

In fact, GT's sports car is far from having a better understanding than other old sports cars. After all, its market penetration rate is a pity that it is low. Generally, it is only the real top millionaires or top people. On the street, ordinary people only think that it is a sports car, and they will never know that its price has reached 180 million yuan.

When you drive a sports car and enter the North District, it will be much easier to pass the level easily.

This reminds Zhang Jianyang that he drove a pickup truck before, and he actually needed someone to take it in. The treatment was definitely a heaven and an underground.

Parked the sports car not far from Tianyu Real Estate Company, and Zhang Jianyang got out of the car and walked over.

Zhang Jianyang's mind is to take advantage of his time to get everything done, such as buying a place to live in the Yanguang Coast.

The most satisfying thing for Zhang Jianyang in the whole sand city is the light coast. Although its price is high, Zhang Jianyang thinks it is worthy of its price.

Entering the sales office, it was also deserted. The sales lady was either wearing makeup, playing with the computer on, or reading a fashion magazine. When they saw Zhang Jianyang coming in, their eyes lit up first, and then under their professional vision, they quickly judged that Zhang Jianyang's shirt would not exceed 100 yuan.

What is this place? It is the sales office of the Light Coast, and the people who come and go are billionaires.

That's right. No one seems to be interested in Zhang Jianyang.

"Hi, He Jing." Zhang Jianyang greeted He Jing, who was immersed in playing with the computer, and He Jing inadvertently raised her head. She didn't seem to hear it, and continued to play games.

And a girl next to He Jing gently pushed He Jing: "Xiaojing, he's calling you."

He Jing frowned slightly and said, "Don't worry about him. It's another person who wants to eat swan meat." In her opinion, Zhang Jianyang must have made friends with Manager Wang, and then he wanted to pick up girls here. Don't look at who he is. Whether it's their figure, education, or appearance, they are all carefully selected people. Is it so easy to get in?

Zhang Jianyang's ears are so sensitive. When he heard He Jing's words, he laughed angrily. He was a toad, but he didn't necessarily be a swan, right?

"It's said." Zhang Jianyang took out a cigarette and smoked. He was a little too narcissistic. Will he like this kind of thing?

In the opinion of the people in the sales office, Zhang Jianyang must have become embarrassed when he heard He Jing's words. He stood there stupidly and was a little at a loss.

Who is Zhang Jianyang? He didn't care about the other party, but took out the phone, found Wang Zelin's phone number, and pulled it over: "Mr. Wang, I'm Zhang Jianyang, yes, Tang's friend. Are you free now? I want to buy a house. I've seen it last time. OK, I'll wait for you at the sales office.

Hanging up the phone, Zhang Jianyang was too lazy to pay attention to a few stunned snoos inside and turned out of the sales office.

As if she was aware of something, He Jing suddenly stood up, chased after him in some panic, and shouted, "Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang, please wait a moment."

Even several other sales ladies in the sales office followed. They knew that if Manager Wang came and knew that no one of them would pay attention to Zhang Jianyang, the consequences would be very serious. Because Wang Zelin has repeatedly stressed that no matter who he is, as long as he walks into this sales office, whether he buys it or not, he is the God of Tianyu Company.

Zhang Jianyang stopped, turned his head, and said lightly, "Beautiful Miss Swan, what's the matter?"

He Jing's face was pale for a while. How could she think that the ordinary Zhang Jianyang in front of her really planned to buy a house? The reason why she looked down on Zhang Jianyang was that it was the first time that Zhang Jianyang gave him a bad impression. He drove tens of thousands of yuan of old pickup trucks to buy a villa. I'm afraid that no one would think Zhang Jianyang could buy it.

"I...I..." He Jing was really speechless for a moment. Why couldn't she hear the sarcastic word Miss Swan?

Zhang Jianyang smiled faintly, walked to the front of the sports car, got in gracefully, and then the scissors door fell down.

This move made several sales ladies even more surprised, all staring at Zhang Jianyang's sports car stupidly. Especially when they saw the logo of the GT company on the sports car, they were even more stunned, and their whole body was full of wandering. As a salesman of high-end villas, of course, they need to have a certain understanding of cars, and GT's sports cars, like the villas they sell, do not sell for less than 100 million yuan.

Will the person who can drive a GT sports car be a toad?

There is no doubt that among so many people, He Jing's face is the most wonderful. Now she knows who is the toad.

(To be continued)