"This is the BMW 3 Series, I don't know if it's a 316 or a 320. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Zhang Ming thought that he had a car, and he was the only one who was qualified to judge in the car, so he made a gesture: "The guide price of 316i is less than 300,000, and it is bought to pretend to be forced."

"If you want to buy a 3 series, you have to buy at least 320 or more, so you can be considered face-saving. However, the real rich people like to buy low-end and high-end cars when they buy cars, for example, if they buy 3 Series, they will buy 335, and a little more money is enough to buy a BMW 7 Series, but he prefers to buy 3 Series, which is called low-key ......"

Speaking of this, Zhang Ming's words came to an abrupt end, and like everyone in the car, his eyes widened in shock, and he watched in disbelief as Belon walked to the side of the BMW, opened the driver's door and sat in, and then beckoned the stunned Lin Ling and Brother Wang to get into the car.

"This can't be ......" Zhang Ming's face changed, how could Belon, a poor sling who had just found a job, afford to buy a BMW?

But the facts were in front of him, Belon not only sat in, but also started the car, flashed twice with Zhang Ming, and signaled Zhang Ming to drive first.

Zhang Ming's face turned green, he originally bought a new car and wanted to be embarrassed in front of his colleagues, and even invited him to dinner for this purpose.

But he didn't expect that the plan was ruthlessly compared by Belon at the beginning, and Belon still drove his Dreamcar, which made Zhang Ming have the urge to eat the steering wheel live broadcast.

"Wow...... That BMW turned out to be Xiaobei's? ”

"Xiaobei is really inconspicuous, I didn't expect him to drive a BMW!"

"Tsk, I really didn't see it, there is still a local tyrant hidden by our side......"

Listening to the emotion of the people in the car, Zhang Ming couldn't help but feel upset and irritable, and said angrily: "What a local tyrant!" I think he probably bought a 316, and I don't know if it's second-hand! What's the point of slapping a swollen face and being fat?

"Let me tell you, there is a very simple and crude way to distinguish the BMW 3 Series, which is to look at chrysanthemums! 316 and 320, regardless of whether they are low or high, are single chrysanthemums, and above 328, they are double chrysanthemums. However, 328 is two chrysanthemums growing on the left, and only 335 is one chrysanthemum on one side......"

And at this time, as if to cooperate with Zhang Ming, Belon had already started the car and slowly crossed in front of their Corolla.

When the butt of the ecstasy car was facing the Corolla, a chrysanthemum happened to appear on one side......

The car full of people looked at Zhang Ming as if they were stupid, Zhang Ming was already stuck there, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his face was hot.

No way! How could he afford 335...... Even if it's a second-hand car, he can't afford it...... Zhang Ming felt as if he had been shot in the chest, and the bullet took away all the temperature in his body, and his whole body was cold......

Zhang Ming didn't dare to look at anyone along the way, not even dare to speak, he always felt that everyone must be watching his jokes at this time.

His feeling had never been so accurate, everyone didn't speak, but they were all making eye contact with Zhang Ming's ridicule and ridicule.

Although the atmosphere in the car was very dull because no one spoke, everyone actually had a smile on their faces, except for Zhang Ming.

Zhang Ming didn't know how he drove the car to the hotel, completely lost the spirit at the beginning, like the walking dead, silently driving, silently parking, silently following everyone into the hotel, as if he was not the protagonist today.

Of course, he is indeed not the protagonist of today, from the moment Beilong drove the BMW 335LI and parked at the door of the hotel, Wang Duo and all his colleagues focused on Beilong, everyone was around Beilong and 335LI, as if the person who invited guests today was Beilong.

I'm the main character! Zhang Ming looked at everyone's backs with resentment, as if everyone had selectively forgotten him.

"By the way, Zhang Ming, which private room did you book?" Finally, someone turned around and asked Zhang Ming, after all, this is the main purpose of tonight.

"yes, it's almost time, let's hurry up." Someone else said.

Why did you think of me at this time? Zhang Ming really wanted to lift the table: go to a special private room! I'm not invited! Get out of here!

Of course, this is just a thought, and if he does this, he won't have to mess around. Zhang Ming barely squeezed out a smile: "The ...... of the 335 private rooms on the third floor"

Speaking of which, Zhang Ming instantly felt that the whole world was full of malice, and even the private room number had to be squeezed by Lao Tzu!

"Brother Long, 335, what a coincidence, it's the same as your car!"

"Let's go, Brother Long, the car needs to be refueled, people want to eat, the taste of this restaurant is not bad......"

Everyone immediately hugged Beilong and walked into the hotel, once again ruthlessly forgetting today's protagonist Zhang Ming......

Beilong is still Beilong, but his car adds a halo to him, and people can't help but surround him, even if it's just to talk to him, he feels like he has face.

Wang Duo is also willing to be a green leaf for Bei Long, and seeing Bai Long's car, Wang Duo is even more sure of the relationship between Bei Long and Jiang Hanxue.

If this hadn't been covered by Jiang Hanxue, Bai Fumei, Bei Long would have been able to afford to drive this car? landed more than 600,000 yuan, and spent enough to buy a 100-square-meter elevator room in full!

Belon was also speechless, he said from the beginning that the car was borrowed from a friend for two days. But obviously everyone doesn't believe it, they treat others with themselves, just like the ancient peasants said that the emperor used a golden flat burden, who is willing to lend such a good car to a friend to drive?

This meal really tasted like chewing wax, obviously he picked up a new car today, obviously he invited him to dinner today, but it seemed that everyone had forgotten him, and everyone's topics at the dinner table revolved around Beilong, even Wang Duo was no exception.

It's all a big fool! Zhang Ming gritted his teeth secretly, what's the use of you kneeling and licking him? How can someone surnamed Bei still send you money?

The whole world is turbid, I am alone, everyone is drunk, and I am awake...... Zhang Ming can only comfort himself like this, at this moment he can especially understand Qu Yuan's sadness and sadness, and he is more deeply nostalgic than when he traveled and ate zongzi during the three-day holiday of the Dragon Boat Festival.

He ate silently, sat silently, paid the bills silently, and left silently, the whole process was like soy sauce, without the slightest sense of existence.

Zhang Ming swore that he would never invite this group of white-eyed wolves to dinner again in his life! Go to the special one, love whoever you want! It's all for Lao Tzu's dog!

Lin Ling, Sister Liu, and these women were the first, and Zhang Ming, as the host, had to grit his teeth and vomit blood to accompany him to the end.

At the end of the meal, Zhang Ming originally planned to sing K after eating, but now he was not in the mood, so he simply canceled it.

Everyone expressed regret about this, and when they turned around, Brother Wang pouted and said to Bei Long: "Zhang Ming, this second force, please ask a guest to pick at the rope, please don't invite it!" ”

Zhang Ming didn't know that he had invited guests to dinner, and as a result, he was despised by everyone, and he had already driven away in disgrace.

Bei Long said goodbye to everyone, sat in the driver's seat, pressed the key to start, he was wearing a seat belt, suddenly the passenger door was opened, a person fell in, and then unceremoniously urged Bei Long: "Drive!" Hurry up! ”

Who is so arrogant?

Bei Long looked back speechlessly, and saw a beautiful woman about thirty years old, she was wearing a gray lady's suit, her long brown hair was dyed in a simple bun at the back of her head, revealing a smooth forehead and a fair and slender jade neck, her eyes were blurred, her cheeks were red, obviously drunk, but it added a bit of lazy charm to her.

In fact, her appearance may not be said to be a heavenly immortal, but it is very distinctive, her well-defined face reveals the atmosphere of the mother's world, and her every move naturally reveals a graceful and luxurious temperament, which allows Bei Long to be sure that she must be from some famous family.

But in any case, she is drunk now, and when she is drunk, she is no different from ordinary people. She leaned back in her seat, the middle button of the women's suit somehow opened, and through the huge gap, Belon could even directly see the black hood, and a large plump white complexion.

"Drive! What are you waiting for! The woman scolded sharply, it was obvious that she had been in a high position for a long time, otherwise she would never have been so natural and casual, as if it was an instinct that dissolved in the blood.

Am I going to be in a bully car?

Beilong stretched out his hand and pushed the woman, the woman snorted, but slowly leaned on the backrest and slipped to the right, her little head hit the car window "dangdang", she didn't feel it, as if the head was not hers.

"Is there anyone else in charge?" Belon immediately got out of the car and looked around, only to find that no one paid attention to his situation here, either openly or secretly.

Nobody cares, does it? Bei Long didn't say a word, got into the car and started to leave, as if he had picked up a corpse. How did you sing that popular children's rhyme?

I picked up a corpse on the side of the road and handed it over to the policeman's uncle......

Belon maintained the speed limit and drove to the nearest police station nearby, but before it drove far, suddenly two Mercedes-Benz S-Class roared left and right to overtake Belon, and then hit the steering wheel in the middle, and stopped with a "squeak" and crossed in front of Belon's road.

Bei Long hurriedly stopped with a sudden brake, and saw the back doors of the two Mercedes-Benz cars open, and walked down a few burly men in black suits, white shirts, ties, and full equipment on hot days, and there were blonde Caucasian and black-haired and white-eyed blacks inside.

These cross-racial bodyguards stood in a row like the Eight-Nation Alliance, one by one with zombie faces, staring coldly at Bei Long, but they didn't take any action, as if they were waiting for some big man to appear.

Belon turned his eyes and saw another Mercedes-Benz S-Class slowly driving behind him in the rearview mirror, and slowly stopped behind the 335Li.

The co-pilot jumped out of a black suit and walked quickly to the back door and opened it respectfully, and then pretended to poke out a gentleman's cane inside.