The Richest Man Yang Fei

Yang Fei and Yi got out of the car and stood on the bridge.

This is the end point agreed upon by him and Duan Zhiping.

Thirty seconds later, Duan Zhiping's white sports car was long overdue.

From the driving position of the white car, Duan Zhiping bitterly punched the steering wheel, turned the front of the car, and drove straight toward Yang Fei.

Yi Shu subconsciously grabbed Yang Fei's hand.

Yang Fei was not afraid, with a smile on his face. He didn't move, even his eyelids didn't blink.

When the white car was approaching Yang Fei, it braked sharply, causing huge friction between the tires and the ground, and stopped at a distance of about ten centimeters from Yang Fei and Yiyi.

After sitting there for more than ten seconds, Duan Zhiping and the curly-haired girl got out of the car.

Duan Zhiping threw the key in his hand to Yang Fei's side: "You have a kind, I am willing to bet!"

Yang Fei took the car key and handed it to Yishu: "I'll open it for you."

"Huh?" Yi Shu looked at the luxury car key in his hand, a little confused, "Boss, such a good car? I..."

"Can't open?"

"Yes, yes, it's just such a good car, I dare not ask for it."

"Hehe, not being greedy is a good quality." Yang Fei gave her a deep look.

Yishu returned the car key to Yang Fei, as if returning a hot potato.

Yang Fei snapped his fingers.

In the dark corner next to him, a man ran out, it was a mouse.

Yang Fei ordered: "I won this car. Send someone to return it to the garage!"

The mouse grinned: "It's a great car!"

Duan Zhiping's friends all drove over, and a bunch of luxury cars were parked in the open space at the bridge head.

There was a young woman in a motorcycle suit, sitting on the front of a red sports car, whistling to Yang Fei, and then applauding.

More applause broke out on the scene.

Yang Fei waved his hand and said, "Let's go."

They just got into the car, Duan Zhiping climbed onto the roof, leaned over and asked, "Boy, what's your name? Where did you go?"

Yang Fei waved his hand: "I will see you again if you are destined!"

Duan Zhiping watched the BMW go away and kicked in the air angrily: "I'm torture!"

He turned around and asked his friends, "Who knows this kid?"

The locomotive girl who was sitting on the front of the car shook her head and said, "It's not like being in our circle."

A man came forward and handed Duan Zhiping a cigarette: "Looks like he is not too old, at most thirty? Why are you arguing with him?"

Duan Zhiping said: "Oh, I saw him racing on the road, so I greeted him and wanted to race with him. How could I think of this kid pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, driving a modified car!"

The man said: "It is the real drag racing players who drive modified cars. Our sports cars are known as tens of millions of dollars. That is because various taxes and fees are too expensive, and they sell for three or four million yuan abroad. However, one For a modified car, the price is unlimited, and every part can use the top racing parts. And ours can only be regarded as a supercar at best, and although the car is a BMW, it is a racing car!"

Duan Zhiping took a puff of smoke: "The ship overturned in the gutter! Brother Wang, my car is gone, you have to get me a car. Simply, let's play modification too!"

"No, it’s a hassle to refit a car on the road. A more powerful traffic policeman can hear the sound of the engine. This is illegal. We usually drag racing and we can’t do that. Besides, if the technology is not good enough, In place, no matter how good the performance is, it is a waste."

"You said my skills are not good?"

"That's not what I mean, don't get me wrong. There are conversion circles in the modification circle, and we are not playing the same circle."

"Okay! Everyone helps me pay attention to that kid, all inquire about him, he is always in a circle! Some news tells me that I still need him to play a game!"

"This is easy to handle. As long as he is still in Shanghai, he can always be found."

People who are not in a circle, really don't pay attention to others.

Yang Fei is also the richest man anyhow, among this group of people, there is no sense of existence at all.

In the early days, although the Internet became popular, there was no such thing as a single-handed device and a world-wide Internet. The average person may have heard of who the richest man is, but when he sees it, he may not really recognize it.

Moreover, who would have thought that the dignified richest man would run to this outer ring line and run a car?

People in Duan Zhiping’s circle, who usually play and chat, don’t connect with Yang Fei’s circle. They don’t know Yang Fei, so it’s excusable. Even now, they want to find out about Yang Fei. Also look for it in the racing circle and the modification circle.

Let's say that Yang Fei carried away with carelessness.

Yishu laughed happily: "Boss, you are so amazing, I discovered that you still have such great skills!"

Yang Fei said: "It's just a hobby. When people have money, they like to do it, so do I!"

Yi Shu said: "That person is also a bachelor, a sports car. If you say you lose, you really lose, so it's not shameful."

Yang Fei said: "Will people who can afford to play in this circle still lack the money for a sports car? For them, face is more important than a car."

Yi Shu said: "That's right. I really don't understand the rich world. Boss, where are we going next?"

Yang Fei said, "It's business, I said I would invite you out to eat something."

If he didn't mention it, Yi Shu would have forgotten it, and said with a smile: "Xi Ting Zun Zun ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ Yang Fei turned his head and got off the outer ring line.

After driving for a while, Yi Shu looked at the street scene outside, feeling a little familiar, and said in surprise: "Boss, isn't this near the company?"

Yang Fei smiled and said, "This is the company."

He drove the car to the parking lot outside the Muse Bar.

Of course, Yishu knows the Muse Bar, but has never been in for consumption.

White-collar workers in the company like to come here to rest.

At this moment, it was the time of picking up customers in the bar, with ten stops and nine stops.

Yang Fei and Yishu came to the second floor, found a seat, and ordered some wine and food.

The next morning, Li Han got up as usual and went to the yard to water the flowers and plants. After all this, she went into the house to change clothes and went out.

Li Han was stunned when he opened the courtyard door.

She saw a white sports car parked outside.

A man saw her coming out, got out of the car, handed over the car key, respectfully said: "Miss Li, hello, this car is for you."

"Who sent you?" Li Han asked in surprise.

"Our boss."

"Who?"

"Our boss's name is Yang."

"Yang Fei?"

"Yes it is."

"This car?"

"Mr. Yang said, when you see this car, you should understand what's going on."

"This car belongs to Duan Zhiping, why is it in Yang Fei's hands? Why did he give it to me?"

"Miss Li, I'm only responsible for delivering the car. I don't know anything else. Would you like to ask our boss?"

Li Han took the car key and looked around the car. After seeing the license plate, she was sure that the car belonged to Duan Zhiping.

"Hey!" She still wanted to ask about the situation, but the person who delivered the car had already left.

Li Han took out his cell phone and called Yang Fei. The secretary answered that Yang Fei was in a meeting and would reply later.