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"coming?"

When Fu Yang and others heard Lin Qian's words, their spirits were shocked.

At this moment, the honor of the HAC Supercar Club was all pinned on Lin Qian. The people who were originally scattered, accompanied by Lin Qian's words, soon all gathered to Lin Qian's side.

"The truck has already gone outside, and is now looking for a place to unload the truck."

Facing everyone's attention, Lin Qian responded quickly.

"Don't find a place!"

"Qian'er, you call the driver and ask him to drive the truck into the field directly, and we will unload the goods in the field."

"Hongyang, you go to the control center now and ask them to send two staff to raise the closed gate of our western district."

Fu Yang waved his hand, his words were full of determination.

"good."

Lin Qian and Chen Hongyang responded at the same time, and then everyone moved.

The members of the other supercar clubs who were originally scattered around Lin Qian and others saw that Lin Qian and others suddenly dispersed, and there was no discouragement on their faces, which made everyone at the scene feel a little confused.

"What's the situation with these people in the HAC supercar club? How come they are all excited after losing the game?"

"Abandoned yourself? But no matter how you say it, the HAC supercar club must give an explanation today!"

"Huh? Why is the gate of the Western District still open?"

"Big goods? What is it?"

...

Originally, Lin Qian and others were the focus of the audience. Now Lin Qian and others suddenly moved, and immediately the eyes of most people on the scene were constantly shifting following Lin Qian and others.

The gate of the west side landed slowly, and then a large truck with a length of more than 20 meters, under the attention of everyone, quickly drove into a clearing on the scene.

"Who is Mr. Lin Qianlin?"

After the truck was stabilized, a foreign man in a black casual suit walked out of the co-pilot of the truck, and then looked at the people in front of him, and he asked politely.

"I'm."

Lin Qian raised his hand and motioned to the foreign man.

"Hello, Mr. Lin, I'm Wilfred, the director of the International Freight Department of Bugatti Headquarters. Your only limited god of the dark night in the world is now in the cargo box. Do you need to unload the truck now for acceptance?"

When facing Lin Qian, Wilfried was extremely respectful.

He doesn’t know much about the origin of this car, but he still knows a little bit about the value of this car. The price of this car alone is enough to make an ordinary person instantly change from an ordinary person. The rise to the bourgeoisie is worth more than Wilfried’s imagination.

Therefore, for the owner of this car, Waverard is naturally respectful, and dare not show any disrespect.

"Check and accept now and send someone to unload the truck!"

Lin Qian looked at the long cargo box next to him, his eyes full of expectation, and he managed to endure the excitement in his heart, and barely kept calm and commanded to Wilfried.

"OK."

After hearing Lin Qian's instructions, Wilfred bowed slightly to Lin Qian to reply, got up and walked quickly to the back of the cargo box, and instructed the staff in the cargo box to start unloading the truck.

"Boo hoo hoo..."

The sound of the iron cargo compartment door sounded one after another. After Wilfried opened the cargo compartment door, more than a dozen staff members walked out of the cargo box, and then these people began to unload the truck intensively.

These workers are obviously very skilled workers, but in just ten minutes, the God of the Night, wrapped in wooden boards, was placed flat on the open space by the workers with a forklift.

"Mr. Lin, do you want to take it apart yourself?"

Wilfried asked Lin Qian with a smile.

"certainly."

Lin Qian replied unconfirmed, and then walked towards the wooden box containing the god of the dark night with some joy, and Fu Yang, Xu Tian and others followed closely.

...

In the grandstand area, in a corner of the ZHCC supercar club box, a young man covered with fashion brands nestled on a soft sofa, playing games quietly with his mobile phone, looking very relaxed and content.

"Brother Tan, you will be on the court right away, don't you go down and get familiar with the track?"

A slightly delicate female voice sounded, and a sweet-looking girl in shorts and short sleeves approached the young man and asked.

Hearing the words, the young man didn't raise his head or open his eyes. He just responded indifferently, "Isn't there two hours left? What's the hurry."

The girl felt the young people’s lukewarm attitude, and her eyes showed a touch of disappointment. Although her family conditions are more favorable than 99% of the people in this world, it is a proper wealthy family for ordinary people, but relatively Compared to the young man in front of him, her family is a little less than enough.

The young man in front of her is the super-rich second-generation Tan Fen who is dubbed by netizens as the emperor of Shanghai. It is also the protagonist of the phrase "You don't necessarily have money if you are diligent, but Tan Fen must be rich."

Just when the sweet girl was hesitating in place, suddenly a mellow little fat man walked in from the door and looked around for a week. After seeing Tan Fen, his eyes suddenly lit up and flew towards Tan Fen.

"Brother Tan, stop playing games, just walk around and join in the fun!"

The little fat man came to Tan Fen's side, reached out his hand to lock the screen of Tan Fen's phone directly, and walked outside while holding onto Tan Fen.

"Guo Liang, I'm playing qualifying!"

Tan Fen, who was forcibly pulled up, looked at the little fat man whose forehead was covered with fine sweat, and his expression was a little helpless.

"Qualifying?"

The little fat man was stunned, then stretched out the phone in front of Tan Fen, unlocked it with Tan Fen's fingers, and then looked down at the game interface.

"Zero kills, three assists, nine deaths."

After Guo Liang glanced over Tan Fen's record, he clicked and locked the screen of Tan Fen's phone again.

"Brother Tan, you hang up now, which is your greatest contribution to this qualifying match!"

Guo Liang looked at Tan Fen sincerely and said.

"Worri..."

Tan Fen heard Guo Liang's words, his face turned dark, and then he snatched the phone from Guo Liang back in angrily, but after taking it back, he didn't play anymore, but pissed towards him and himself since childhood. The mud-playing hairpin asked: "What excitement makes you so excited?"

"Brother Tan, do you know the current situation on the court?"

"I know."

"Then do you know Lin Qian?"

"Slightly heard."

"Now that you know, it's easy to say. The wind I heard is like this. Originally, Fu Yang of the HAC supercar club was about to accept his fate. As a result, it happened that Lin Qian had delivered the supercar customized abroad to Yanjing a long time ago. So Lin Qian decided to temporarily use his customized supercar to give the HAC supercar club a try."

Guo Liang quickly explained.

"Where did Lin Qian customize this car?"

"Bugatti headquarters!"

"Oh?"

Qin Fen heard Guo Liang's words, his eyes showed a touch of interest.

"go……"

"Let's go down and see!"

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