On the second flight, Song Jun had already adapted to the discomfort of being at high altitude, and on October 1, he took a flight to Suzhou.

Originally, he planned to stay at home for a few more days, but since the news of his becoming a billionaire spread through the mouths of the third aunt and the rest of the eight women, life is no longer peaceful.

The wealth value of 100 million is not even a thousand in a city like Suzhou, but in a small place like Wangchun Town, it is already considered a very rich category, so in the next few days, the various relatives who came to the Song family one after another to disturb the Song family increased significantly, and as a last resort, Song Jun chose to leave today. For this reason, Song Xiaoyue was sullen for a while, and wanted to go to Suzhou with Song Jun to play, and by the way, she met her good friend An Rushi, but helplessly, the school only gave three days of vacation to the senior party, including her.

There are too many people traveling on the National Day, but fortunately, Song Jun was lucky to book a ticket in advance, and at the moment he was sitting in the economy class of flight 233 to Suzhou, wearing sunglasses and a mask, and was closing his eyes to recuperate, by the way, to comfort Song Xiaomei, who looked a little panicked because he was hiding in his backpack.

Because it is the tourist season, when Song Jun got off the plane and stood at the airport, he was surrounded by a bustling crowd, and Song Jun couldn't really have bodyguards to open the road like those big-name stars, so it was inevitable that he would have physical bumps with others when walking, so he had to hold the backpack containing Song Xiaocun in his arms and protect it with strong arms.

I don't know when it began, the Song kitten squatting on Song Jun's shoulder has become a symbol of his independence, but Song Xiaocun is still in the backpack, and Song Jun also covers most of his face with toad glasses and masks, so no one can recognize him as a particularly hot topic on the Internet and TV recently, so he was able to let him walk out of the eighth exit of Meiyou Airport in a low-key manner and come to the taxi queue station.

Relieved. Song Jun took out the Song kitten that had been holding in his backpack for a long time and put it on his shoulder, planning to find a taxi and go directly to his brother-in-law's house.

"The virtual helmet is still hidden in the guest room, I hope the old lady didn't go to my room to clean up my things, otherwise it would be a bit of trouble to be discovered!" Song Jun muttered in his heart, and quickened his pace to the nearest taxi.

Actually, the reason why he was in a hurry to come to Suzhou. In addition to being a little upset about the three aunts and six mothers-in-law who came to the house to have a relationship, it was mainly because he was afraid that his helmet would be discovered, so after Chen Xuan learned that his sister was discharged from the hospital today, he came by plane.

"Niang Xipi, you don't solicit customers, why do you occupy such a good position, you know if you influence others to do business!"

"I lost Lei Lou, whether I make money or not is your business, don't you accept me to get out of the car and practice with you?"

A quarrel was heard. Song Jun stared and saw only a chubby taxi driver, standing outside the window of another taxi at the exit, arguing with his peers.

The taxi driver who said "get out of the car and practice" is a big man with a fierce face. The location where his taxi stopped was exactly where Song Jun wanted to go, because it was very close to the exit, as soon as he got in the car. It can start immediately, and by the way, it blocks the way of other rough cars. It is not difficult to hear from their conversation that this rough car rental driver with a fierce face is obviously occupying the pit and not, which has attracted the indignation of his peers.

"You are paralyzed, come down, Lao Tzu will not beat you out of the to count you clean!" The fat driver couldn't help but feel a little weak when he saw the fierce driver talking so aggressively, but it was not good to lose face in public. The mouth is self-reliant.

"Yo he, is it true that my title of Sanhuan Eleven Lang came for nothing? Come on, let's go to the open space over there and practice! The fierce driver smiled fiercely, opened the door and stepped out of the car, and his height was nearly 1.9 meters. And he has a strong body, a head taller than the fat driver.

Maybe it's because Song Jun's height is too outstanding, so after getting out of the car, the fierce driver subconsciously looked at him, after noticing the cat on his shoulder, his eyes lit up, and he pushed the fat man away, and the horizontal meat on his face became more and more hideous because of the sudden smile, but he seemed to be unaware, walked through the crowd, walked straight to Song Jun, and said with anticipation: "Brother, do you want to take my car?" As long as 100 yuan, you can go wherever you want! ”

"Don't sit!" Song Jun glanced at him, then passed by him and walked towards the fat driver.

"Think about it!" One hand grabbed Song Jun's arm, and with a lot of strength, Song Jun tilted his head slightly, only to see the fierce driver smile and said: "You can inquire, I am known as the Third Ring Eleven Lang in this area, no matter how congested the car is, it only takes eleven minutes to go around the Third Ring, don't want to experience it?" ”

Song Jun shook his arm, broke away from the fierce driver's hand, and after saying "sick", he continued to walk forward.

"It's okay to be free, I'm a fan of yours!" The fierce driver in the back shouted.

A fan of someone? Could it be that this handsome guy with long legs is a star? After hearing the words of the fierce driver, some people passing by to watch the excitement subconsciously took out their mobile phones and took a picture of Song Jun's back.

"Don't sit upside down, you recognize the wrong person!" Song quickened his pace, walked in front of the fat driver, and said, "Go to Jinhe Yayuan, hurry up!" ”

"Okay!" When the fat driver saw that Song Jun actually rejected the fierce driver straightforwardly, he couldn't help but breathe a bad breath in his heart, and while sitting in the driver's seat, he had secretly planned in his heart that he would charge Song Jun thirty yuan less.

"Cat, look at that cat, he's my male god Song Jun!" A wholesale girl with a backpack and a suitcase shouted out, but after seeing that Song Jun had already made it to the taxi, she couldn't help but show a disappointed look on her face.

Song Jun? It's the little brother who is on the limit to challenge it! Some people suddenly remembered who Song Jun was, but they didn't hug it: this guy is not Andy Lau, and he is so violent, what if he is beaten.

"!" The fierce man saw the fat driver driving a taxi carefully bypassing his vehicle from the small space next to him, spitting on the ground fiercely, and then walked towards his taxi.

"Wait, is what you just said true, it only takes eleven minutes to go around the third ring!? I have something urgent, you can take me to the Fuxing Mansion immediately, as long as I can arrive within 20 minutes, I will not lose your money! A man with black-rimmed glasses and a briefcase stopped the fierce driver and spoke, walking towards him.

"Paralyze you!" The fierce driver scolded, glanced at the taxi where Song Jun was, and snorted again, just about to open the door, but found that a hand was pressing his shoulder.

"How can you curse!" The man in the suit with the briefcase said angrily, looking like a nerd.

The fierce driver was in a cold sweat, and he turned his head with bared teeth, looking at the man in the suit with horror and disbelief in his eyes.

"Doing taxis, isn't it stupid if there are guests who don't pull it, hurry up and pull me to Fuxing Building, forget it, I'll drive it myself, what if you retaliate against me for giving the truck driver a head!" After the man in the suit said a few words, he opened the door and pushed the stiff fierce driver into the car, then sat down in the driver's seat and started the car engine.

"Yo, there's an intermittent psychosis certificate, are you trying to do something bad?" The man in the suit crumpled the paper in his hand and threw it away, sneered, slammed the accelerator hard, and then drove in the other direction that Song Jun had left.

"The quality of the drivers is really poor now!" A tourist who came to Suzhou to play saw this scene and said to his companions.

"Yes, you hurry up and check what the fare is to go to the Meditation Garden, so as not to be slaughtered!"

……

Sitting in the back seat of the taxi, Song Jun glanced at the back of the car and found that the taxi of the fierce driver just now was not following behind, and he was vaguely relieved in his heart, and then his heart began to live.

He vaguely felt that the driver just now was far from being as simple as an ordinary driver, and he was afraid that he had other plans for where he was waiting.

"Whatever, even if he wants to do something, with his IQ, can he still threaten me?" After thinking for a while, Song Jun smiled undeniably, put the matter behind him, and teased Song Kitten. (To be continued......)