There is an empty parking lot at the main entrance of the Automobile Association building, and Mo Shanhe parked his car here and waited.

When he was bored, he jumped out of the car and looked around the car with his hands behind his back, showing that his son and wife have always "scoffed" at the old man's style.

He touched here and there, and of course Lao Tzu liked the car given by his son, and he didn't want it.

Listen to the sound of the engine is thick and steady, see that the paint is as clean as new and spotless, and check that there is no trace of scars in the four corners of the front and back, left and right. Mo Shanhe nodded with satisfaction, it seems that his care for his car is still not in vain.

When he was proud, he took out a cigarette and lit it, leaned his butt on the headlight and relaxed leisurely.

It's a pity that he didn't smoke half of his cigarette, but he saw Mo Shu and Zhang Aimin, an old man and a young man, walking out of the gate of the Automobile Association, with unhappy and disgraced faces.

Mo Shanhe couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it's still the same, the style of this automobile association is still not much different from back then.

"What? Not going well? Mo Shanhe frowned and greeted him.

"Hey, don't mention it." Zhang Aimin was the first to speak, his face full of grievances.

Mo Shanhe looked at his son again, only to see that he was silent and his face was solemn.

The son is this kind of character when he is young, Mo Shanhe is clear, and being righteous and caring for friends is a rare and beautiful character for this child.

Usually if others underestimate Mo Shu, they will generally not displease him, but in case this person underestimates his friends, such as Zhang Aimin, who has forgotten his year, Mo Shu will definitely be irritable and angry.

Seeing that his son was angry with others, Mo Shanhe was a little distressed.

What kind of character is this automobile association that has the final say, and actually bullies his son like this? Mo Shanhe really wanted to go up and see him.

"Go home!" Mo Shu said with a strong suppression of anger.

Mo Shanhe blinked and didn't ask much, but just helped Zhang Aimin open the car door.

"Brother, you don't have to worry about me, I have a driver to pick me up." Zhang Aimin said politely.

"It's okay brother, I'll give you a ride by the way, the driver definitely didn't expect you to finish the matter so quickly." Mo Shanhe insisted for a while, he just heard Zhang Aimin tell the driver to go home first, and said that this matter may have to be discussed for a long time.

Zhang Aimin thought about it, so he no longer shirked, and lowered his head and got into the back seat of the car.

Along the way, the three of them barely communicated, Mo Shu looked out the window silently, and Zhang Aimin sighed occasionally, looking a little lost.

After a long time, Mo Shu suddenly let out a "sigh", and he found that this did not seem to be the route to send Zhang Aimin home.

"I'll take you to meet someone." It turned out that Mo Shanhe already had a plan in his heart, and he was not ready to send Zhang Aimin home first.

"See whom?" Mo Shu was a little resistant in his heart, he was angry with Zhu Tao's hypocrite early in the morning, and now he was not interested in any stranger.

"You'll know when you go." Mo Shanhe looked at his puffy son with a light smile, thinking that the young man was still too calm.

Zhang Aimin sat in the back row and heard the conversation between father and son, and there was some expectation on his face, it seems that this senior in the car industry, known as the "old ghost", is going to show his true skills for his son's dream today to open his eyes.

After a long time, Mo Shu couldn't hold his breath again, this had already driven out of Nanshan City, and there were crops all around, where did his father take him?

"Don't worry, it's not fun to tell you in advance." Mo Shanhe is still reluctant to disclose it.

Mo Shu rolled his eyes willfully, he couldn't think of what kind of mystery his father was playing with him, who didn't say it, where he went, what kind of bridge he was doing.

The car drove forward for nearly half an hour, and seeing that lunch time was approaching, Mo Shu not only began to rumble in his stomach, but also wanted to go to the bathroom in a hurry.

This extremely contradictory physiological reaction made Mo Shu completely lose his patience, and complained to his father: "Dad, where are you going to take us?" Please tell me, or you can stop and let me go to the side of the road to urinate, I can't bear it..."

Mo Shanhe smiled again and said, "I'll be there soon." ”

When Mo Shu heard this, he hurriedly looked around, isn't this still an endless crop field, who can he see when he runs here? Uncle the farmer who farmed the land?

"Dad!" Mo Shu really couldn't stand his father "teasing" him like this, if Zhang Aimin wasn't still sitting in the car, he would have used a higher pitched roar to express his dissatisfaction.

"Shhhh Listen! Mo Shanhe motioned for his son to be quiet and listen carefully.

"Listen to what? I couldn't hear anything except the croaking of the frogs! Mo Shu was so anxious that he was about to pee his pants.

However, it seemed that there was really more than the frog chirping, and Mo Shu suddenly stopped his noise.

It seems that from a long distance there was a sound of exhaust cars ... Although it is very vague, with Mo Shu's understanding of cars, the exhaust sound does not seem to be simple.

Seeing that Mo Shu forgot about his internal urgency and listened obsessively, Mo Shanhe snorted, drove away from the main road, and turned into a winding and quiet country road.

Not only the sound of exhaust, but also the music, as the car continued to move forward, Mo Shu also heard more and more clearly.

It's a pity that it's classical music, Mo Shu pouts.

The music doesn't match motorsports, they usually listen to some hot pop or rock music, and at worst, they have to listen to electronic dance music.

However, how could he know that there is a classical truth in the classics.

When Moshanhe drove to the end of the road and turned right, the scenery ahead changed instantly.

Say no! What is this place? Mo Shu laughed incredulously.

Car hell? Waste Vehicle Disposal Centre?

I saw a mountain of old scrapped vehicles on both sides of the road, although there are some classic models, but they are definitely obsolete models with a decade or twenty years old.

However, as you continue along the road, the cars piled up on both sides gradually become different.

The models are gradually new, and occasionally a few vehicles are no longer so dilapidated.

Mo Shu and Zhang Aimin were both a little dazzled, and couldn't help but fantasize about the person they were about to meet, how could he have such a number of scrapped cars?

"Oh! Was that a 15-year-old bare-headed god of war just now? Mo Shu finally saw a young, high-performance sports car.

"Huh? The full-size William SUV imported from the UK that has just been replaced in 16 years? ”

"Also, the presidential coupe that just left the factory this year, how can a luxury car with a price of more than 2 million be thrown here!"

The expensive mass-produced cars appeared in front of Mo Shu's eyes one by one, and he regretted his disdain for his father and this place before, it seems that there must be a god-level figure hidden here.

This was not the end, as their vehicle continued to move forward, a three-story villa appeared in front of Mo Shu's eyes.

What's even more surprising is that there are a large number of cars neatly arranged in front of the villa, all of which are the latest models of luxury cars on the market.

Mo Shu glanced at it roughly, but he was startled again, he found that these luxury cars were all performance monsters that had undergone some explosions and changes, even if he put his RT500 in the middle, it was just an intermediate grade.

"Dad, is this the place of Shenma?" Mo Shu smacked his tongue and asked.