Chapter 443: Touching Porcelain

According to the weather forecast, Zhang Boer braked a little, Li Sanyi didn't roll his eyes, leaned forward by inertia, and was almost strangled to death by the seat belt.

"Ahemβ€”β€”- driving, please be careful."

Li Sanyi sat back and glanced at Zhang Bo'er.

"Why are you opening your mouth so wide?"

Zhang Boer, who was driving, turned his head sharply, completely ignoring Li Sanyi.

"Boss, someone touched porcelain!"

"Where!"

Excited, I don't know that I think they are the one who touched the porcelain.

Li Sanyi quickly looked forward, Lin Yu unbuckled his seat belt and swooped down in the middle of the front driver's seat and the co-pilot, stretching his neck to look forward.

Feng Yin followed closely behind Lin Yu, holding the driver's chair with his arm, looking at the front of the car, and there was really a touch of porcelain.

An old man, lying in front of the car, was holding his head and screaming, there were more and more people around, and no one helped him.

Not only did he not help, but he also pointed and pointed, it seems that this uncle is quite famous in this area.

"Boss, we have a dash cam, sue him!"

"I can't spend it on someone like this if I have money!"

Lin Yu and Zhang Boer have the same hatred, Li Sanyi also nodded heavily, Feng Yin naturally needless to say, do you want someone to take money from her? Are you kidding.

"Let's go, kids, get out of the car!"

"Li Sanyi, record it!"

"Yes!"

The boys got out of the car.

The crowd outside moved out of the way a little bit, and the woman in the lead didn't look too easy to mess with, a little... Isn't it the temperament of a good person?

Standing at the front, Feng Yin walked next to the old man, shaking his shoulders, legs and feet in eighty-two years, his head was crooked, and the eldest sister was on the line.

"What's the matter, old man, you are the first one who dares to touch my car."

The tone of the flow of anger further confirms the evidence that Feng Yin is not a good person.

The people around him retreated a little bit, and even many people tacitly thought in their hearts: A woman who can be a leader is really ruthless!

Now that Feng Yin's fingers are in place, there is only one cigarette missing.

Zhang Boer, Lin Yu, and Li Sanyi were wearing sunglasses that they had taken out from nowhere, holding their arms, without saying a word, focusing on a town.

"Do you get up on your own, or... I don't look so good when I shoot it. ”

The wind groaned as he shook his legs, fiddling with the gauze in his hands.

"I just came back from cutting β€”β€”- meat, but it's not good to break the line, is it?"

The squatting wind groaned, casually but with a ruthless look, smiling playfully at the old man on the ground, as if he was looking at only a livestock, but not a human being.

The old man on the ground was really a little scared, but he didn't move when he thought of something.

"Even if you meet me, I will ask for 200 yuan, and I will really ask for 200 yuan."

Two hundred?

It's a little little!

This script is not quite what Feng Yin expected.

Whoever touches porcelain will have to pay two hundred.

"Two hundred again."

"He also knew he couldn't ask for more."

"Really, I don't know whether to feel sorry for him or hate him."

"Do you feel sorry for someone? Pull it down, this is the seventh today, 1,400 yuan, you earn 3,000 a month, and you feel sorry for others. ”

Some people really complained, the voice became louder and louder, and Feng Yin caught a few information points. l

The old man often touched porcelain, and it cost two hundred at a time.

There seems to be a hidden secret behind the porcelain?

"Please, I want two hundred, and if you really hit me, I will ask for two hundred, which is not much for you."

As the old man spoke, the man went under the wheels.