Listening to the beating sound behind him and the Hong Kong Yankee's scolding of the woman in red, Song Zhichao shook his head and smiled.

It seems that this Hong Kong guy is also a clever ghost who knows how to guess people's hearts.

As soon as he walked out of the door, Song Zhichao didn't have time to look around, when he heard someone say, "Get in the car, Mr. Song." ”

Song Zhichao heard the voice, but it was the old director who had "interrogated" him before.

The old director, dressed in a police uniform, rode on a green motorcycle with an old-fashioned trailer, and looked very stylish and waving at him.

"It's a remote place, you can't catch a bus--- if you're willing to wait, of course it's no problem, you can leave with other passengers later......" The old director pointed to the bus that was parked nearby.

Of course, Song Zhichao will not take this car with anyone else, after all, there are enough things.

So, he walked over, looked at the body, and asked the old director, "Sit here?"

"Why? have you never ridden in this kind of car?" the old director squeezed his eyebrows at Song Zhichao, and had the feeling of an old naughty boy, "This kind of car used to be very powerful, when little Japan invaded us, they liked to burn and loot in this kind of tukka--- so after we defeated them, we will learn how to produce this kind of motorcycle as soon as possible......" snap, after speaking, the old director patted the motorcycle with his hand, "Look, the quality is absolutely good!"

Song Zhichao smiled, looking at the car bucket, he was used to sitting in a BMW Mercedes-Benz, and he really had no desire to sit down.

"Why don't you sit, I'll open it?" Song Zhichao proposed.

"Why? Look down on me as an old man, think I'm not good at technology? Before I was professional, but I was born as a transport soldier, let alone this motorcycle, even if it was a tank, I could get it for you. ”

Song Zhichao gave a thumbs up: "Awesome!" Without hesitation, he straddled his legs and entered the car body.

"Sit tight, I still have things to do, I can only send you to the side of the road--- and when you have another car, you can just take a ride." As he spoke, the old man straddled the motorcycle, and with the accelerator, the motorcycle suddenly started to drive along the bumpy path towards the main road.

......

The bike was bumpy---

Song Zhichao felt like he was riding the kind of game locomotive in an amusement park, but his buttocks hurt from being upside down, and he didn't know if the car's cushioning was not good, or the ground was too hard.

"You caught those guys, right?"

Suddenly, the old director, who was driving, asked.

Song Zhichao looked over, the old director didn't twist his face, as if he didn't speak just now, and was still concentrating on driving.

Just as I was wondering if I had heard it wrong, I heard the old director say again: "I have to obey, you can let those gangsters be arrested with a phone call, which is a hundred times more powerful than our public security." ”

Song Zhichao confirmed this time that --- was indeed the old director talking, although he didn't look at himself, his mouth was moving.

Didn't admit it, didn't deny it.

Song Zhichao just smiled, then took out a cigarette from his pocket, didn't smoke it himself, but handed it to the old director.

The old director glanced at it, slowed down the car, and then took the cigarette with one free hand and put it in his mouth.

Song Zhichao took out another cigarette, lit it, took two puffs, and then handed the cigarette to the old director.

The old director took the cigarette, pointed the cigarette butt at it, lit his own, Meimei took a puff, and said with a smile: "This good cigarette is good to smoke, comfortable!"

Song Zhichao smiled.

"I think you should have thought that you must not be easy to smoke such a good cigarette. It's a pity that I used to laugh at you......" The old director shook his head with a cigarette in his mouth, and the motorcycle jolted, making him look a little melancholy.

"Who the hell are you?" the old director didn't want to ask, but in the end he couldn't help but be curious.

Song Zhichao flicked cigarette ash at the moving road and said with a smile: "The reason why you want to send me in person is to ask this question?"

The old director nodded, "If I can't get an answer to this cheap problem--- I won't be able to sleep." ”

Song Zhichao nodded: "It's understandable." ”

The old director drove the motorcycle, turned his head, and looked at Song Zhichao: "So now, can you tell me the answer?"

The answer is--- I'm rich. Song Zhichao said, "It's especially rich, so ---" shrugged, "Money can make ghosts push ghosts, and I'm the kind of money that can make ghosts push ghosts!"

The old director was slightly stunned, as if he didn't expect Song Zhichao to give such an answer.

Laughing, the old man laughed loudly--- opened his mouth, the cigarette he was holding fell to the ground, and the motorcycle sped over the cigarette.

"Your answer is interesting. The old director said, "Is it the money worship of Western capitalism?"

Without waiting for Song Zhichao to answer, the old director said: "I think back then, Westerners worshiped money as omnipotent, but we used to worship Maoism; Westerners believe that money can be built on ideology and morality, and that anyone can be bought by money and swayed by money in everything; but we believe that man will win the day, and he will have endless fun fighting with the sky, and we believe that everyone is equal and can sacrifice everything for the realization of great communism!"

"Shi Chuanxiang, the dung digger, Wang Jinxi, the iron giant, and thousands of people like them, can it be said that everything they do is for money?"

Faced with such a question from the old director, Song Zhichao was unable to answer.

Yes, in that fiery era, what people really fought for was ideals, not "money" as he said.

Is money really everything?

Maybe different people have different answers.

Seeing that Song Zhichao didn't speak, the old director thought that he had educated him, so he said earnestly: "So, young people don't always stare at money--- no matter how much money you have, where can you go!

Song Zhichao continued to be silent.

The old director thought that he had spoken to Song Zhichao's heart, and he had stood on the commanding heights of ideology and morality--- and his heart, which had been shocked by Song Zhichao before, was slightly relieved.

"Remember, young man, money is not everything! Even if you can really catch those people in Dongguan Tsai with a phone call, but now, instead of sitting on my motorcycle, waiting for a ride, you have the ability, you can fly---" The old director teased with a smug expression.

Song Zhichao: "......"

That's when ---

Buzz.

Something hovered overhead.

The old director looked up and couldn't help but be stunned.

I saw a small helicopter hovering above them.

If the old director drives the motorcycle fast, the plane will also drive fast, and if the motorcycle is slow, the plane will also drive slowly--- always following them overhead.

"What does this plane do? Why does it keep hovering over our heads?" the old director noticed that something seemed wrong.

At this time, Song Zhichao said: "It's here to pick me up." ”

Old Director: "......"

Before they could figure it out, they saw the helicopter slowly stop in front of them.

The motorcycle stopped.

Song Zhichao got out of the car.

Not far away, the door of the helicopter with the propeller hovering opened, and a man jumped from it, a fat man.

The fat man was in a suit and leather shoes, full of style, but at this moment, he looked respectfully standing next to the plane to greet Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao turned back to the old director who was still confused and said, "Thank you--- as you just said, I'm going to fly." ”

Old Director: "......"

Dumbfounded, he watched Song Zhichao walk over, said a few words to the fat man, and then got into the car directly, oh no, got on the helicopter.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The helicopter circled again and flew into the air, then flew high and farther--- farther and farther.

The old director watched the plane leave, and he didn't know what it was like at this time.

Thinking of what he said to Song Zhichao just now, it was a bit of a slap in the face--- could it be that money is really omnipotent, and you can do whatever you want if you have money?

What kind of world is this, many people can't even afford bicycles, like their police station, having a motorcycle is already a luxury--- but some people get on a helicopter!

Helicopter!

It's a helicopter!

Rich people can really fly---

For a while, the old man grew a lot.

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