That Xuanwu country's e-sports player Xue Yulang is the kind of person that the e-sports tycoon Wei Taiqiang trusts, and he can do everything that Wei Taiqiang gave him to do.

That Siamese e-sports player, except for a very talented person like Xue Sai, the vast majority of them can't compete with the e-sports player cultivated by the e-sports tycoon of the Xuanwu Kingdom like Wei Taiqiang, and naturally it is difficult for these people to defeat their opponents.

Luo Xian's e-sports players, as well as Tu Tuqiao's e-sports players, they have almost no rivals in that Siam e-sports Internet café.

Therefore, when these e-sports players were cleaned up by Luo Xian's e-sports players, the e-sports Internet cafes were sold to the Tutuqiao one after another.

Wei Taiqiang: They don't like this to happen in Siam's esports market, and that Siamese esports tycoon Chachai doesn't want to see such a thing either.

After that e-sports player under Chachai was ruthlessly cleaned up by Tu Tuqiao and their people, that Luo Xian and their e-sports player got a little carried away. Of course, that Chachai's e-sports player is still very powerful for ordinary people, but their opponents are too strong.

That Wei Taiqiang didn't want to watch that Tu Tuqiao and them gain power, and he was determined to deal with that Tu Tuqiao and their e-sports players together.

"Come in and close the door, stranger. We're going to see what to do. ”

I walked in and closed the door casually. I looked at the tall, thin man, but not at the other man. He was blocked by a workbench, and he didn't speak again after I came in. The motorroom was filled with a fragrant and disgusting smell of burnt wood.

"You don't have a brain, do you?" The thin man rebuked me and said,

"I'm sorry." I say. I remembered the people I saw on the road standing in front of the bank watching the excitement

"Oh, that's right." He said gloomily, "Some people say that the perpetrators are a few hooligans, and they have been surrounded by people in the hills over here. ”

"The weather tonight is perfect for hide-and-seek." I said, "I guess they also threw those flat-headed nails on the road, and my tires were pierced by those nails." I guess you'd rather be like that. ”

"You've never been in the mouth, have you?" The thin man asked me angrily.

"I've never been beaten by a skinny guy like you."

The buzzing voice in the shadows said, "Stop scaring him so much, Wei Taiqiang. People are bad enough. Aren't you doing car repairs for a living? ”

"Thank you." I said, still not looking at him.

"Okay, okay." The man in overalls grunted. Under a chandelier in the corner, a fairly new car was parked, and a paint gun was placed on the car's fenders.

It was only then that I turned my head to look at the man behind the workbench. He was short and stout, with broad, thick shoulders, a cold face and cold black eyes. He was wearing a brown sheepskin raincoat with a belt and rain. A brown hat was worn crookedly on his head. He stood with his back against the workbench, looking at me calmly but without interest, as if he were observing a piece of cold meat. Maybe he does think that people are just pieces of meat.

His dark eyes moved up and down slowly, and then he examined his fingernails one by one, and then raised his fingers to the lamp, studying them carefully, "Two deflated tires, huh?" It's choking. I thought they had swept the nails. ”

"I skidded when I was turning a corner." Not? Not forbidden, certainly not forbidden. Looks like you think we're nosy. Take a jack and take his tire off, Wei Taiqiang. ”

"I'm busy." The thin man yelled, "I still have something to do." I'm not done painting yet. Besides, it's raining outside, and you've probably noticed it. ”

The man in the brown dress said kindly: "The air is too damp, and the paint is not good to spray." Let's move the event. ”

I said, "One front tire, one rear tire, both on the right side." One can be swapped with my spare tire, if you're busy. ”

"Take two jacks, Wei Taiqiang." Said the man in brown.

"Hey, listen—" Wei Taiqiang began to shout loudly.

The man in brown rolled his eyes, stared at Wei Taiqiang with a soft and calm gaze, and then lowered his eyelids as if he was annoyed. He didn't say a word, but Wei Taiqiang felt as if he had been blown by a storm. He walked to the corner, took a rubber raincoat and put it on his overalls, and put on a waterproof hat.

He grabbed a pipe wrench and a handheld jack, and pushed a jack with wheels towards the door.

Wei Taiqiang walked out without saying a word, leaving the door open. Rain blew in through the crack in the door. The man in brown walked slowly over and closed the door, then paced back and leaned back to where he had been. If I had the heart, I could have fixed him at this time. It was just the two of us in the room. He didn't know who I was. He gave me a nonchalant look, threw the cigarette butt on the concrete floor, and stomped it out without looking.

"I bet you need a drink." He said, "Let the inside of the body be as moist as the outside." He took a bottle from the workbench behind him, placed it on the edge of the table, and placed two more glasses beside it. He filled his cup with wine and held up a cup.

Like a puppet, I walked over and took the glass. I still have the cold feeling of rain on my face, and the smell of paint fills the dreary air.

"This Wei Taiqiang," said the man in brown, "like all mechanics, always desperately trying to catch up with the work that has fallen out of the week." Is it a business business to come here? ”

I sniffed the wine without the other person noticing. The smell is normal. I watched as he took a sip before taking a sip of mine. I took the wine in my mouth for a while and there was no cyanide. I drained the shot glass, placed it beside him, and turned to walk away.

"Both public and private." I say.

I walked over to the car with a metal paint gun on its fenders. Raindrops were pounding on the roof of the garage. Wei Taiqiang was scolding and working in the rain at this time.

The man in brown looked at the big car: "It's just a façade job." He said nonchalantly, his buzzing voice was particularly soft because he had just drunk, "but the owner is rich, and his driver is trying to make some extra money." You know this deception. ”

I said, "There's another way of doing something older than this history." "My lips are a little dry. Not wanting to speak, I lit a cigarette. I wish my tires were repaired soon. Time passed silently. The man in brown and I were two strangers who met in Pingshui