My Years As a Car Dealer

Chapter 0272: That's my brother's car

When the mouse heard the name of McLaren 675LT, he was confused. He often bought low-end models such as vegetable trucks. He had no idea what the McLaren 675LT looked like, but the mouse dared to guarantee the whole second-hand car market in the seaside city. There is no McLaren or McLaren that Zhang Chen said.

But the mouse is the car bug, and the car bug eats the rice bowl of news.

He has many friends, Lu Ziye is well-informed, and he is eager to ask friends from other counties and cities to ask Zhang Chen to wait for the call.

As a result, ten minutes later, Ling Zhenghao's dream goddess was about to leave, and the mouse called and said that he had searched the entire seaside city and all the surrounding counties and cities, but could not find any McLaren 675LT.

Porsche, Lamborghini or something, I found a few, and the rat kindly asked if they wanted it.

"No, I'm going to accelerate the McLaren 675LT in 2.9 seconds. The world's limited number of 500 McLaren 675LTs." Ling Zhenghao accepted the truth and refused without thinking, because he thought that only the McLaren 675LT would appear to be a rogue and a fraud. Holds up to that Brabus.

"Don't compare a supercar to a **** off-road vehicle." Zhang Chen was really speechless about Ling Zhenghao's clear-headed circuit, and he wished to introduce him to the Predator, George Barton and other tougher and wilder models.

"No, I want a McLaren 675LT." Ling Zhenghao refused again without even thinking about it, what predator, George Barton? I haven't even heard of it, what can be a good car?

But I really can't find a car source, even if Ling Zhenghao has money, he can't buy it.

The two people here are worrying about the source of the car, and the two people in the distance have already walked to the side of the road, and they seem to be leaving.

"They're leaving." Ling Zheng stood up from the ground and chased after him regardless.

Zhang Chen was afraid of a conflict between Ling Zhenghao and the rival, so he also ran over.

Ling Zhenghao ran over in a hurry, but after turning a corner halfway, he obviously slowed down and pretended to walk leisurely.

When they were near the two, Ling Zhenghao greeted the goddess in the dream very relaxed and natural: "Hi, Zhao Tong."

Hearing someone calling his name, Ling Zhenghao's dream goddess Zhao Tong looked at the source of the sound like a conditioned reflex.

When he saw that it was Ling Zhenghao, Zhao Tong did not hide the helplessness on his face at all, and nodded purely politely, which was regarded as a response.

Ling Zhenghao walked up to the two of them, Zhao Tong's boyfriend looked up and down at Ling Zhenghao, and asked Zhao Tong, "Your friend?"

"No, college classmate." Zhao Tong was very impatient, afraid that his boyfriend would misunderstand him. He didn't admit that Ling Zhenghao was a friend at all, and deliberately emphasized that he was an ordinary college classmate.

But Ling Zhenghao stared at Zhao Tong with hot eyes, and even a fool could see that this kid was interested in Zhao Tong.

Zhao Tong's boyfriend sneered again and again, and his right hand first fiddled with the Mi Qiejin chain hanging around his neck, then he put his arms around Zhao Tong's shoulders like a demonstration, and put her in his arms: "My name is Wang Hai, Zhao Tong's boyfriend."

Wang Hai's attitude was arrogant and arrogant, as if he looked down on Ling Zhenghao who was wearing ordinary clothes and was young.

What made Ling Zhenghao even more desperate was that Zhao Tong, the goddess in his dream, snuggled up to Wang Haizhuan, turned out to be particularly docile, like a lovely bird.

After observing that Ling Zhenghao's face turned pale, Wang Hai was complacent. He pointed his left hand to a black behemoth across the road, raised his colorful head and asked arrogantly, "That's my brother, my car. If you drop by, I'll give you a ride. ?"