1991 Starting from the core

The driver who had been driving silently suddenly swore. After looking back at Su Yuanshan and others, he suddenly opened the door and walked towards the car behind him.

Being rear-ended was obviously better than hitting someone else, but Su Yuanshan was still frightened - this feeling of being pushed on his back was too scary for him. He pursed his lips, made sure no one was passing by on the right, and then opened the car door.

The car behind the rear-end collision was a Mercedes-Benz 600 - no, not one, there were two.

The license plate number is Min D. The number is very auspicious and shows the extraordinary status of the owner of the car.

Seeing these two Mercedes-Benzes, Su Yuanshan frowned subconsciously - he originally wanted to enter the stadium directly.

At this time, the driver of the car behind also opened the door, looking menacing: "What are you doing? How did you drive?"

"You chased me and asked me how I drove the car?" Yuanxin's driver was furious. Of course he knew the Mercedes-Benz 600, and he also knew that the car's number was very valuable, which meant that the owner of the car was not an ordinary person. But what is this place? This is a special zone!

Although the Santana 2000 I drive is ordinary in terms of grade and number, anyone with a bit of discernment will know that the pass in front of this car can drive into the SAR Government at any time!

So he stepped forward very rudely: "Watch your attitude, brother."

"It's a joke, you slammed on the brakes, you just wanted to hurt someone." The driver behind the car said disdainfully: "They are all veteran drivers, who the hell doesn't understand? How much is your junk car worth?"

During the confrontation between the two, several more people jumped out of the car behind and walked forward menacingly.

"What do you want to do?"

"It's what you want to do."

At this time, Jiang Qingchuan saw that Su Yuanshan's face was getting darker and darker. He got out of the car door and said loudly: "Xiao Chen, forget it."

The driver, Lao Chen, was surrounded by several people at this time, but he was still convinced - as a veteran, he hated this kind of unruly and arrogant gangsters the most. Hearing this, he spat on the ground: "You're lucky."

This sentence immediately stirred up a hornet's nest, and one of them gave him a shove: "Damn it, who do you think is lucky?"

Several people surrounded him at the same time, some pushing and shouting, and they were about to make a move at the sight of it.

But unexpectedly... the people watching the excitement gradually gathered around.

Especially the few "scalpers" who had been selling tickets before. In fact, they had noticed the Santana for a long time. At this time, they were ready to take action when they saw someone. The employees of the VCD factory separated the crowd and quickly pulled away the few people.

In the crowd, employees from Yuanxin continued to recognize Jiang Qingchuan and the driver, and they began to rush up one after another, surrounding several people.

The window of the car in front finally rolled down, and a young man in his early twenties shouted loudly in Cantonese, telling his subordinates to go back.

Then he opened the car door, got out of the car near the sidewalk, and walked a few steps in front of Jiang Qingchuan.

…

Su Yuanshan looked at this person and guessed his origin.

"I came to write a letter. It was a misunderstanding before." The young man had been listening in the car for so long, and he had already recognized that Jiang Qingchuan in front of him was a factory - there was no way, there were so many factories in the special zone now. Moreover, the special zone is not Huayuan's sphere of influence. As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake. Even if someone drives a broken Santana, he still has to give them some face.

"No, there is no misunderstanding." Seeing the arrogance in this letter, Jiang Qingchuan also smiled coldly: "It's very simple, your car hit my car, and you also want to bully others by taking advantage of the large number of people. .”

"It's just a theory, but I haven't really done anything yet." Lai Wenfeng pursed his lips and looked down at the front of the Mercedes-Benz and the trunk of the Santana: "Is it enough for me to pay you 20,000 yuan to repair the car?"

Jiang Qingchuan frowned. This was obviously not a question of whether to repair the car or not, but a question of the man's attitude.

This is also thanks to the presence of him and Su Yuanshan, otherwise with Xiao Chen's temper, there would definitely be a fight today.

"You and your people just need to apologize to my driver, and I will repair the car myself."

Lai Wenfeng was slightly startled, stared at Jiang Qingchuan with interest, and said with a smile: "Apologise? I'm just sitting in the car, not doing anything, and you want me to apologize? Who are you? Are you holding on to something like that?"

At this time, Su Yuanshan smiled slightly and said slowly: "Mr. Lai, you are wrong to appear here."

Lai Wenfeng was startled again: "You say it again?"

"I say, you and your uncle, Mr. Lai from Huayuan... are wrong to show up here." Su Yuanshan folded his arms and said slowly: "My senior brother is Jiang Qingchuan, and my father is Su Xinghe. The car you hit, It’s the car of the boss of Yuanxin VCD. If you don’t know about Yuanxin, I can give you some knowledge.”

Lai Wenfeng's face changed when he heard this!

Yuan Xin, as someone who has been engaged in "import and export trade" in Hong Kong, of course he has heard of Yuan Xin - and even wanted to do business with Yuan Xin at one time. It's a pity that Yuanxin has always had its own channels. And it is said that their trading partners in Hong Kong are also from the Yuanxin lineage.

"Are you here to see the concert?" Su Yuanshan continued.

Lai Wenfeng stared at Su Yuanshan.

"Come to the concert, we welcome you. But don't act like a star chaser. Yang Yingying is my sister-in-law. If you dare to harass her..." Su Yuanshan's face darkened as he said: "I smashed your car and interrupted you. legs."

Lai Wenfeng was stunned for three seconds, and then he laughed angrily: "How dare you fucking threaten me?"

"Yes, I am threatening you." Su Yuanshan said with a faint smile but not a smile: "Not convinced?"

"Sorry, if you are not convinced, you can only hold it in. This is a special zone."

Lai Wenfeng took a deep breath. He glanced around and saw the policeman responsible for maintaining order at the entrance of the stadium in the distance rushing towards this direction. Several of his own people were also surrounded by some young factory workers. Judging from the appearance of these people, they seemed to be about to take action.

He smiled softly and said: "Okay, okay, I will fucking remember what you said."

"Yuanxin is awesome, right?"

Su Yuanshan said calmly: "Yes, very awesome, not convinced?"

"...Let me see how awesome you can be!"

Su Yuanshan continued to laugh and said: "It's so awesome that you, an illiterate person, can't even imagine it."

"Who the hell are you calling illiterate?"

"I said about you, your whole family is illiterate - have you graduated from elementary school?"

"..." Lai Wenfeng panted heavily, staring at Su Yuanshan with his eyes like copper bells. His hands were even more tightly clasped, as if he was about to step forward and beat him up the next second.

But Su Yuanshan knew that he didn't dare.

Not only is this man a bit timid, but he is also actually somewhat rational.

And...he really didn't read many books. In order to pursue Yang Yingying, he drove several cars there like a country boy. Then he asked for help, relying on his incomparable resilience to win his heart.

Now, Su Yuanshan will not give him a chance.