Just after Mao got out of the car, Liu Jiagui walked over with a sullen face, "Xiaojun, hurry up and wash your car."

Feng Jun looked at him, laughed, and didn't speak, still sitting steadily in the car.

Liu Jiagui's face went dark, "What do you mean, Jun, embarrass me, don't you?"

Feng Jun said with a smile, "I don't mean to make you embarrassed, you don't give the money, this car wash ... also have to pay me?"

"How rare," Liu Jiagui glared and raised his hand to the other party. "If you don't take a kiss today, your car won't be washed? Hurry and wash my car, don't add to the chaos."

"Don't point at me," Feng Jun's face sank slightly, and then he laughed again. "Then I'll wash the car after I go back. Don't worry."

Liu Jiagui's eyes glared, "You must add me a block of ten dollars? Think about who is getting married today!"

"Oh, yeah, ten dollars," Feng Jun continued to laugh. "Uncle, your family, is not like you."

At this moment, a young man from his family came over to pay for the car.

Distribute cigarettes when you leave, send money to the groom's house, and take care of meals after you go back. This is the standard process for entertaining drivers.

Feng Jun glanced at the red envelope and did not worry about it. He smiled and asked Liu Jiagui, "Uncle Jia, can I take this red envelope?"

If he is not allowed to take the red envelope, he will leave directly, nothing more than a little money, and it is not him who is ashamed.

"Ah?" The young man who sent the red envelope turned to look at Liu Jiagui in amazement. "What do you mean?"

Liu Jiagui was so angry that he wanted to hit someone, and he was responsible for issuing red envelopes. He must be someone close to Chao's family. In fact, he knew this guy and was the bride's father's cousin.

At this time, he didn't dare to hesitate any more, and could only squeeze out a smile, "Gift money, how can you not take it?"

Feng Jun blinked his eyes, "Then I just ... I took it, don't you regret it?"

Liu Jiagui could n’t bear it anymore, and directly exploded. He roared in a low voice, “You ’re driving in a dirty car, are you reasonable?”

"I only came back from Zheng Yang yesterday evening," Feng Jun did not get angry, but said with a smile, "It doesn't matter if you don't pay for oil, ten car wash money is not reluctant ... Is it shameful?"

Liu Jiagui said nothing, threw ten dollars into the car, turned and left.

He did n’t have a face anymore, and he found the car. In principle, the money, cigarettes, and lunch were all managed by the host. As for the money, if he mentioned it to the host, the host would also manage— Of course, this is a bit stingy.

If he does n’t mention it to the host, he will be responsible for it. Whether it ’s the car owner ’s money or his money, do n’t delay the host ’s business anyway.

Now Feng Jun has given him eye drops directly. As a helper, he can't afford to pay a little money, and he can't even pay for the car wash.

So Liu Jiagui was really faceless, turned around and left.

The young man in charge of red envelopes took a look at Liu Jiagui and the young man in the car. After a moment of stun, he passed the red envelopes before he smiled and said, "To refuel, you can tell me."

Feng Jun smiled, "I don't have a lot of money, the key is that this product feels as if I should pay this money ... and still scolded me for not washing the car."

The young man smiled and asked, "I came back yesterday?"

"Yeah," Feng Jun nodded and gave the other party a cigarette. "When I came back, I let Fa Xiao pull to drink, and I got to twelve."

"Oh," the boy nodded and turned away.

Feng Jun hit the car and went to find a place to refuel. There was still half a tank of fuel in the tank. He mainly used the refueling to let the water gun of the gas station spray the car.

Anyway, what is said today, he will not clean the car too clean, and he believes that no one will recognize the Phaeton.

Just kidding, may the younger sister of the executive deputy mayor marry her daughter?

In fact, there are people talking about him now, and his car.

The Mao kid who got off the car soon found his dad. His dad was the cousin of the bride. The cousin was very, very far away. They were not locals, but came from other provinces to attend the wedding.

Uncle Tang is a farmer and has contracted an orchard at home. His life is still decent. He did not expect Chao's family to help him. Anyway, he can live frugally on normal days, and he can cope with the scenes he can cope with.

His son brought him a pack of cigarettes, and he did not say that he would return it. His nephew got married. Everyone is either a relative or a friend. It is not necessary to care about this little thing.

Previously, he smoked Hongta Mountain for eight dollars and a pack. Now he is smoking and taking the Chinese given to him by the bride's family.

He also wanted to be face-saving. He felt that this hard Chinese came to an end. Everyone knew that he didn't buy it. It was the generosity of his generous cousin's family. Seeing that his son had brought a pack of cigarettes, he opened the cigarette and scattered it.

His father and son didn't understand the quality of the smoke, but some people understood that Mr. Chao's uncle had found it. "Six brothers, where did you get the smoke?"

The sixth brother answered with a smile, "Look at what you said, where can I get cigarettes? Did you buy them in a tobacco shop."

"You don't talk nonsense," the little uncle said with a smile. "You can't buy this cigarette, and you will definitely not want to buy it. If you are short of cigarettes, you will have it at home. What do others do?"

The sixth brother was also very happy, he said things again, saying that his son only wanted one, but the other party gave him a box.

"The driver of the wedding car?" The little uncle was stunned. "The wedding car we are looking for has a driver who smokes this cigarette ... Also give it away?"

The sixth brother blinked his eyes, "Is it expensive?"

"That's it," the little uncle glanced at. "Sixth brother, he bought this one for more than one box."

"Lying trough," Sixth Brother hurried to find his son, "You have to retreat."

"It's not necessary to retreat, you have to ask which car," the uncle said thoughtfully. "Don't be the relationship of my sister-in-law's family, just neglect others."

When they learned from Mao, they were given by the driver of the dirty car. The uncle and the sister-in-law's sister stared at each other with big eyes. "Zheng Yang's Passat ... have some opinions with Liu Jiagui?"

Yunyuan City is not in Funiu Province, and everyone will not be afraid of Zheng Yang, but his own party is Hard China, and the people who send them casually are all 1619. This is a bit inappropriate.

Chao ’s sister believes that the driver may have driven a certain leader in Zhengyang City, and there is no shortage of filial cigarettes in his hand, so even if someone drives a Passat, they must have a good deal with each other-multiple friends, total Stronger than multiple Chou families.

Now the system is tightly grasped. This is due to Chao Ying's daughter getting married. If she is outside the system, if Chao Gang's son is married, let alone nineteen cars, even nine cars are afraid to find them.

Feng Jun refueled, rushed into the car, drove the car back, and then locked the car, slipped out to eat outside.

In fact, he is a spring belly. It doesn't matter if he eats breakfast, but it's not interesting to stay there. It's not right to know a person. It's better to walk around the street.

After walking for more than an hour, it was almost half past nine. He returned to the community, and the ceremony was almost over. He opened the car door, took out the water bottle, and asked someone to get hot water.

After hot water came back, he was shocked. There were three young men standing in front of his car, one man and two women, the men were relatively small, with good looks, the women, one could score 75 points, one could Hit eighty.

Seeing him come over and open the car door, the man came over and asked with a smile, "Phaeton?"

Feng Jun glanced at him and nodded with a smile, "You are the first to recognize this car on this trip home."

This statement sounds very compelling, but in fact, it is also a kind of affirmation to the other party-or you have a vision.

So the man was not angry, but asked with a smile, "Can I get started later?"

Feng Jun glanced at him and smiled, "Just whatever you want, you can open it, I just slept for a while ... woke up early."

"Atmospheric," the man gave a thumbs-up and spoke with a smile. Two million cars were handed over to strangers. Those with a lesser temperament really couldn't do it. "I took the liberty. Mercedes-Benz and BMW all drove , I haven't opened Phaeton ... try my hand. "

These words are more naughty, but Feng Jun will not be weak, he smiled and shook his head, "I haven't bought a Mercedes-Benz BMW, it's too public."

The man glanced at him with a little surprise, "Is it your own car?"

Feng Jun found a cigarette and lit it, and threw another one, and said with a smile, "Why can't it be mine?"

"It's a little unexpected," the man laughed. He couldn't say that he underestimated the other party, thinking that the other party was just the driver, so find a reason, "Many of my friends said that neither the car nor his wife can be borrowed."

"That's still not enough financial freedom," Feng Jun replied without hesitation. "It's a big deal to give the car to someone. The problem that money can solve is not a problem ... the wife can't give it away."

The man was a little bit dissatisfied. "Then you can't give it to Mercedes-Benz and BMW ... you said you never bought it."

If you bought a van and gave it away, would you be so kind?

Feng Jun glanced at him and said lightly, "This is my second Phaeton car ... Need a phone from the 4S shop?"

The man finally shut up ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ A few people were chatting here, and others didn't come together-some people seemed to have this intention, such as Liu Jiagui.

But when the man glanced at it, everyone did their job honestly.

Soon, it was half past ten, and the convoy started to gather and headed for Chaoyang.

The man was seated in the driver ’s seat, and the eighty-century girl was sitting on the co-pilot. As soon as he opened the door, the man sighed, "This configuration ... Isn't anyone else able to see that it is a good car?"

I really ca n’t see it. The Mao ’s dad could n’t even see the smoke. Where does the kid understand that this is a luxury car?

Feng Jun was seated in the back row. The seventy-five-minute girl sat side by side with him. Hearing the emotion of the man, he yawned and said, "Is this a good car? Ha ha."

The man glanced at him in a murmur through the rearview mirror, "Brother, what is a good car in your eyes?"

Feng Jungan laughed, yawned again, and made a very unsincere speech, "You are right, this is a good car, doze off ... sleep for a while."