Although Zhang Jin and Beigong Shuoyue's words were low, they did not deliberately hide it, so they naturally couldn't hide it from Meng Laosan, who was also a practitioner. However, even if he heard the criticism of the two people opposite, Meng Laosan did not have any sense of anger, but made the narcissistic Meng Laosan feel more and more proud as if he had been praised, his smile bloomed more and more, and he said more and more self-aggrandizement:

"'Mr. Zhang Da', in fact, you don't have to be inferior, and when you lose a lot in front of me Meng Laosan in the future, you will get used to it. This time, I'll hit you with my handsome face first, and then use my driving skills to make you depressed for at least one night. ”

Speaking of this, Meng Laosan shook his flowing half-length hair, raised his head forty-five degrees upward, and said in a very literary and youthful tone with the temperament of a melancholy poet and an aria-like tone:

"I give you the tempering of setbacks to make you stronger! I'm so great...... I'm such a genius...... People like me are born to give people a blow!

Don't worry, you are not the first and will not be the last among those who have been hit by me! ”

Pretending to be forced here, Meng Laosan finally couldn't pretend anymore, and leaned forward and began to laugh proudly:

"Pinch ...... Hahahaha......"

Meng Laosan's handsomeness is indeed a model of a male god, but his shamelessness and narcissism are even better, he is definitely super-god, and his off-line is not like a mortal with a normal IQ.

So much so that in the face of Meng Laosan's underbeaten virtue, except for He Qingqian, who could cover his mouth and steal fun like seeing a clown performance, the remaining two men clenched their fists, and they couldn't wait to make a cameo appearance as a plastic surgeon, and use a set of 'unrecognizable feet' to improve this guy's appearance, so that the shameless Meng Laosan could return from the fantasy heaven to the hell of reality.

Fortunately, just when the two fists of one fat and one normal were about to fly out, Beigong Shuoyue was alert to the cliff and reined in the horse. After pulling Zhang Jin, he comforted and said:

"Don't be impulsive! This girl must be wishing that the two of us would beat him up now. So that he can refuse to play and it is impossible for him to lose. You don't have to spit out the gold sand eagle you got from me. Old Jin, don't fall for him! ”

said. Beigong Shuoyue interrupted the girl's still gushing narcissistic laughter with a sigh, and said impatiently:

"Meng Laosan. We're not looking for you to show off your low IQ. Less nonsense, did the bet bring? If you bring it, check your car quickly, and then let's start the race immediately, don't delay your fat man's time.

If you don't bring it, it means that you can't afford to lose, and it's shaking our brothers. In that case. If we don't fight, your face will be full of peach blossoms, and my fat man will change his surname to Meng with you from now on! ”

"I never knew, you are such a good person, fat man? Can't wait to put me together a pair of gold sand eagles? Meng Sanye, I thank you! ”

When he was coaxing to say the victory declaration, Meng Laosan bent down and leaned into the car. When he straightened up again and turned his head, there was already an extra lump of local tyrant gold turning on the index finger of his right hand, and it was the 'golden version of Sand Eagle' that Zhang Jin had been drooling for a long time.

After seeing the golden version of Sand Eagle that was about to belong to him, Zhang Jin didn't give Meng Laosan time to continue to struggle, but couldn't wait to get into the ink-black supercar he drove before. It wasn't until he fastened his seat belt and landed in front of the flying wing door that he turned his head and shouted to Meng Laosan, who was still there in a pose and forced 'pose':

"Hurry up and get in the car, check it out, and we're ready to go." I can't wait to put this gun in my name. ”

Zhang Jin was not inferior to Meng Laosan's self-confidence, and the more direct victory declaration made Meng Laosan stunned for a moment. Then inexplicably gave Zhang Jin a thumbs up. Then, unambiguously, he slipped headlong into his fiery red supercar and landed on the winged door.

When the two supercars, one black and one red, roared side by side at the foot of the green mountain and waited for departure, Zhang Jin, who was leaning on the car door, chatted with the fat man of Beigong, who was debugging the camera monitor along the road.

"Fatty, to be honest, this is my first time participating in drag racing. But why do I always feel different from what I watch on TV? It doesn't feel like there's any atmosphere at all, is that what you usually do? ”

As soon as Zhang Jin's words were spoken, before the fat man of Beigong could answer, Meng Laosan took the lead in exporting:

"Of course not, in the past, when I was racing, I usually had seven or eight cars, or even a dozen cars racing together. Even if the two go head-to-head, there are a large number of people watching the game, participating in gambling, or being a cheerleader. And in general, we race at night, with the lights, the roar of the motors, the cheers, the bets, the babes...... That's the atmosphere!

This time, the reason why it was so deserted, and it was daytime.

It's purely because of your 'Mr. Zhang's respected status, I'm afraid that there will be too many people, and your loss will be too ugly, and you won't be able to get off the stage, so I'll wear a little shoe or something in the future."

Although I don't see anything special about you, after all, those old guys in my family treat you as a god, and I don't dare to offend you. ”

Meng Laosan's words were still coaxing, and the thick ridicule implied in his words still made Zhang Jin's teeth itch.

Zhang Jin also saw at this time that if he didn't clean up this kid first, and he would not be able to continue to talk to him happily, so Zhang Jin also unceremoniously raised a mocking face, and replied in the same tone:

"I should say that your luck is really good! I'm going to lose a big face today, but fortunately there aren't too many audiences, otherwise you won't even dare to blow the cowhide in the future, so what's the meaning of life for you?

I guess 'bragging' is already the most important enjoyment in your life, right? Bragging about the old and the new must be your goal in the future, right? ”

"Yo he, 'Mr. Zhang Da' is worthy of 'Mr. Zhang Da', this is interesting, very interesting, very level!

But there's nothing new!

In the past, many people have used this tone to talk to us, but in the end, they all swallowed it obediently. I just don't know that after losing his pants after the race today, Mr. Zhang Da's stomach can't swallow.

You don't know yet, do you? I like to do this slap in the face the most, 'pop' is quite crisp, quite tacky, quite enjoyable! ”

Hearing Meng Laosan's self-confidence that he could be angry, Zhang Jin was not angry, but smiled.

Reaching out and taking out his mobile phone from his pocket to give it to himself, Meng Laosan, who was sitting in the driver's seat lying on the car door, took many photos one after another, and when Meng Laosan wanted to ask inexplicably because of Zhang Jin's behavior, Zhang Jin took the lead in explaining:

"Let's take a picture of your mocking face first, and after the race, I want to compare, how swollen is your face from my pumping?"

Zhang Jin's mouth is also given, and he has rich experience in fighting with a group of sworn friends and old man Liu, these 'enemies', when has he ever suffered a loss in his mouth?

In the face of Meng Laosan's bad breath, Zhang Jin's counterattack was also quite powerful.

"Since you Mr. Zhang Da are so confident, should we raise more bets in this gambling game?"

"Whatever you want, I'll follow as much as you want!"

Seeing that his raising request failed to scare Zhang Jin, and failed to suppress Zhang Jin's arrogance, Meng Laosan was not ambiguous, patted the steering wheel of his car and said very arrogantly:

"Well, if you win, not only will I return the original gold version of the sand eagle that I won from the fat man last time, but also my 'flamingo' will also belong to you! What about you? ”

Looking at Meng Laosan's fiery red, cool and flamboyant car, Zhang Jin did not hide his greedy eyes.

It's as if this car has been pocketed by himself, as if he saw Ye Hong sitting in the car, the fiery car and the hot Ye Hong's temperament definitely complement each other, and it is definitely the most perfect combination of 'fragrant car beauty'. Ye Hong, who wants to receive such a gift, will definitely be extremely enthusiastic about herself, and the blocks in her heart about her heart will definitely disappear a lot, right?

So, Zhang Jin was not ambiguous, and turned his head to Beigong Shuoyue, who was debugging the instrument, and said:

"Fatty, Meng Laosan wants to raise, it's no problem for me to press this 'black devil' up, right?"