The boy's voice is nice, clear and clean, like a natural sound.

He probably didn't expect someone to stand up for him, and he seemed a little embarrassed.

Chuzheng pulled his sleeves back and glanced at him warningly. The young man's eyes flashed slightly, and he withdrew his hand in a slanderous manner.

Chu Zheng continued to ask the people on the ground: "Do you want money?"

"You must lose money!" The old man expressed a bit euphemistically.

"Yes, this must be compensated."

"It makes sense to hit someone."

The onlookers followed suit.

Chu Zheng squatted down and spread the plastic bag in front of him: "There are fifty thousand here."

The old man's eyes lit up in an instant, showing greed, and the few people who had been helping the old man just now looked at each other.

"Are you going to pay for him?" someone asked: "Is he your friend?"

"I don't know him." Chu Zheng paused, and said something that made everyone want to beat her: "But I have money."

"..."

"Now, if you get up and hit that car, the money will go to you." Chu Zheng slowly pointed to the car she was parked next to.

The old man didn't understand Chu Zheng's meaning too much: "What?"

"You just wanted to touch my car." Chu Zheng said, "Give you a chance."

Old man: "..."

Everyone: "..." The rich people are so boring now? Let others touch their own car!

"How do you say this little girl!" The old man quickly scolded, "Who is going to touch your car!"

He was really watching Chuzheng's car before.

They do this, and their ability to recognize cars is much better than ordinary people.

People who drive a good car generally don’t account for too much. A few thousand yuan is a trivial matter to them.

Chu Zheng asked calmly, "Do you want money?"

The old man's lips trembled. He wanted to say something, but didn't say it. He looked at the ‘passers-by’, and they didn’t know what information they had exchanged with their eyes.

The old man's heart moved: "Give me all these?"

Chu Zheng: "My words count."

Fifty thousand yuan, which is a lot of money.

Usually a few thousand yuan is a big order...

As for the face? Where can people like them have a face? Can they get money if they want face?

Anyway, they ran away when they got the money, and no one could catch them.

Thinking of this, the old man made a decision in his heart.

Some of the onlookers were in the same group, but there were also pure passers-by, and their expressions changed after hearing the old man's words.

"What do you do if you lie to me?"

Chuzheng took out a wad of money from the plastic bag and put it directly in his hand with the prodigal aura of ‘what I have is money’.

With the money in his hands, the old man feels at ease in his heart.

I didn't care about anything else, just got up from the ground, where there was still a little bit of howling as if I was hit just now.

The old man Tanci was very good at it, so he ran into the Chuzheng car.

Chuzheng did not break his promise, and handed the remaining money to the old man.

Everyone was stunned.

Really... Really!

Is this filming?

Or a reality show?

Isn't there that kind of reality show that specializes in shooting passersby reactions?

However, everyone was looking for a long time, and they didn't see any cameras.

"Fuck me! Beautiful lady, I touched a porcelain, would you give me money too!" someone shouted in the crowd.

The rest of the passers-by also reacted and spoke in a rush.

"Is this old man professionally dealing with porcelain?"

"Why are you beautiful, because he is a liar, and he gave him so much money. You might as well donate it if you have this money."

The old man took the money and slipped away immediately when everyone was not paying attention.

Together with the few ‘passers-by’ who just clamored, they quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Chuzheng returned to the car.

"Bad son, how is my prodigal defeat?"

【……】

The King did not want to speak.

Who taught her this way?

Who do you want to thank you like? Do you touch porcelain? !

The King suddenly had a bad feeling...

-

The protagonist is gone, and the onlookers sigh that the current prodigal can do everything, but also dispersed.

Chu Zheng's sight fell on the boy.

He was standing next to the fallen bicycle, looking at her, he didn't dare to step forward, and he looked a little uneasy and hesitant.

Only then did Chu Zheng see a piano case lying on the ground, which had been thrown open, and inside was a guitar.

[Hidden task: Please obtain a Shengyan Goodman Card to prevent Shengyan from becoming black. 】

Chu Zheng: "???"

Who?

The kid outside?

【Yes. ] The king said: [Miss Sister, he is as old as you. 】

Chu Zheng: "..."

Where is the same size! !

[Some people are very small. 】

Chu Zheng: "..."

You mean I am not small?

[...] The King decided to shut up so as not to provoke the young lady who is in the state of explosive barrel at any time.

Chu Zheng tapped his fingertips on the steering wheel: "I don't think this name fits him at all."

The young man outside looked like a little pitiful who was a little behaved and bullied. He didn't feel that the name Sheng Yan had anything to do with him.

The boy finally plucked up the courage to walk over and knocked on the car window.

Chuzheng dropped the car window, and there were several bruises on Sheng Yan's face, but all of them had begun to improve, and he had been obviously injured for some time.

"Thank you." The young man's eyes were clear and he couldn't see the meaning of the task being blackened, so he thanked him softly.

"He was here for me." Chuzheng said indifferently: "If you didn't come up suddenly, it was me who touched the porcelain."

The boy gave a soft ‘ah’, and then exhaled, "Thank you anyway."

He took a step back and bowed ninety degrees.

Chu Zheng watched the boy's movements until he stood up straight, and slowly asked, "Where are you going, I will see you."

The boy was obviously frightened and shook his head and said, "No, no, I..."

"Aren't you in a hurry? Get in the car."

"what……"

-

The teenager is indeed in a hurry, and he will not ride so fast if he is not in a hurry.

but……

He estimated it was too late.

However, Chu Zheng didn't listen to his explanation, and asked him to put the bicycle behind. The boy got on the car with the guitar and sat awkwardly on the co-pilot.

"My name is Sheng Yan..." the boy said tentatively, "Thank you, you are so kind."

Chu Zheng: "..."

Look! I got a good person card when I first met!

[Randomly. 】

Chuzheng was poured cold water on the King, and the bubbles in his heart disappeared instantly.

"You...may I know your name?" the boy asked again.

"Chuzheng." Chuzheng's tone was slightly colder: "Meng Chuzheng."

"The name is so nice."

"..."

The place Sheng Yan was going to was a company. Chuzheng parked his car outside the company. The boy unfastened his seat belt and said, "Well, can I keep your number?"

Chu Zheng glanced at him.

Sheng Yan's face flushed, and he stammered and explained: "I just want to invite you to dinner. Thank you. No other meaning."

Chu Zheng turned out the original owner's business card and placed it in his hand: "It doesn't matter if you have other meanings."

The boy gave her a surprised look, then almost stumbled out of the car and took the bicycle behind him.