Then Zhao Hai suddenly thought of some good ideas. He had a sudden idea and said, "Jiang Cheng, you sit firmly, I'm going to start the tiger-type Porsche again."

"What?" Jiang Cheng stared at the other party with wide eyes, and he wondered: "You are not wrong, are you? There are a group of people in front of you now? If you rush up, it is not a matter of life, but a group of people's names."

Jiang Cheng was frightened. He stared at the other party's every move, fearing that Zhao Hai would do anything irrational.

"Didi."

Zhao Hai put his hand on the volley button. As he pressed it, the tiger-shaped Porsche made a continuous and frequency sound in front of him.

Then, Zhao Hai twisted the key and activated the Tiger Porsche motor switch. At this time, the sound from the car passed again.

These passers-by are not idiots either. They know that when the motor is operating, there will be noise coming out.

"Oh my God, run quickly! This bastard is going to hit us again."

The crowd in front of him suddenly panicked and fled everywhere.

Zhao Hai is really bold. He dares to recharge the throttle. Isn’t he afraid that the group of people will not move and let him hit him? This situation is not impossible. As long as the group of people are bolder than Zhao Hai, the more likely they will do such a move.

However, it turns out that none of the people around him is more bold than Zhao Hai, and Zhao Hai and Jiang Cheng's vision suddenly became cheerful.

"Jiang Cheng, have you seen it? My trick is effective, right?"

Their tiger-shaped Porsche was on the road again, and the crowd behind them kept chasing. But this time they couldn't catch up with Zhao Hai's car. Who told them to let Zhao Hai run away just now?

"Zhao Hai, I didn't expect you to be such a person."

"What kind of person is it?" Zhao Hai replied with a smile.

"You are not afraid of death. What if the other party doesn't leave? What should you do? Could it be that you really bumped into it, right?"

When Zhao Hai heard Jiang Cheng's words, he smiled and thought to himself: "Jiang Cheng is really stupid. Could it be that he really thinks that those people are not afraid of death?"

"Jiang Cheng, are you afraid of death?" Zhao Hai asked.

"Of course! No one is not afraid of death. If he dies, his entire life will be gone, and all the meaning has nothing to do with himself. From this point of view, everyone is afraid of death."

"So will you stand there and crash it into me?" Zhao Hai continued.

At that moment, Jiang Cheng instantly understood that Zhao Hai wanted to express his thoughts. He responded: "I understand you, you are comparing who is bolder! And these little citizens are not as good as you, so you dare to play like this."

"You understand."

Zhao Hai said with a smile.

Their tiger-type Porsche was implemented on the road and soon arrived at the Moshanro Bar.

"It's here, get off the bus quickly." Jiang Cheng jumped down and rushed in alone."

"What are you doing in such a hurry? You're not rushing to have a meal! It's really." Zhao Hai was quite helpless. As soon as he braked the car, the other party's body disappeared from his vision.

"It would be great if Jiang Cheng's nervousness could have the motivation to fight for the past day."

Zhao Hai sighed helplessly, and then walked in himself.

What surprised Zhao Hai this time was that there were no longer large posters at the door. In other words, Lao Luo tore off his favorite poster.

"It's not bad." Zhao Hai murmured, "The son is teachable."

He walked into Mo Shanluo's bar with a smile. The scene inside shocked him again. All the posters that were originally posted on the wall were torn off by Lao Ku. Now the ground was covered with fragments of those posters and large posters.

The current situation inside was like a war. Zhao Hai walked in lightly.

"Jiang Cheng, what's wrong with Lao Luo? Are you sick?"

"I don't know either. I guess he was stimulated."

At this moment, Lao Tu, who was working on the stairs, heard the conversation between the two people. He didn't even look back and said, "You are here just in time. Come and help me and die the posters on this wall."

"No problem." Jiang Cheng responded.

Afterwards, Jiang Cheng was about to pull Zhao Hai to tear the poster, but the other party refused.

"You go by yourself, I'll observe here, maybe I'll have some creativity."

"If you have any creative night lights, let's talk about it later."

Although Jiang Cheng said this verbally, he thought in his heart that Zhao Hai was lying and that the other party was just to be lazy.

"Okay, come here quickly." Jiang Cheng suddenly grabbed Zhao Hai's clothes. Even if the other party wanted to be lazy, he could not escape Jiang Cheng's palm.

"Don't hold my clothes, this one is so expensive!" Zhao Hai said angrily, his eyes curled up at Jiang Cheng's palm, "Look at your hands, it's black. You can afford it if you dare to touch my expensive clothes."

"You actually told me to pay for it?" Jiang Cheng glared at the other party and asked. As companions for decades, Zhao Hai still cares about such a small amount of money.

"Tell me, is friendship or money important?"

"I don't know, my clothes are also very important anyway." Zhao Hai replied.

"Okay." Jiang Cheng turned around suddenly, and then walked to the side by himself.

He raised his hands and shouted, "Zhao Hai, remember it for me! Don't talk to me when we meet later."

It seemed that the other party was angry, and Zhao Hai was quite helpless about this scene. He thought to himself: "Why is Jiang Cheng so easy to get angry? I just have something to say, why should I be so concerned?"

Zhao Hai's words just now did not lie, that was his true thought. No matter what, friendship cannot be used as food, so money is still very important. The friendship between two people should be more of an emotional connection. However, Zhao Hai did not expect this and did not pay so much attention to it.

He thought Jiang Chengren was too stingy, so the situation just now happened.

"Jiang Cheng, don't be angry." Zhao Hai shouted loudly and slowly approached Jiang Cheng.

At this time, Lao Lu had just tore off a poster, and the direction he was about to throw was exactly where Zhao Hai was at this moment. And even if Zhao Hai walked fast enough, the size of the poster was enough to cover his body.

"careful!"

Lao Luo shouted, putting his hands on the edge of his mouth, creating an amplified sound effect.

"What?"

Zhao Hai suddenly looked up, and a ball of black stuff suddenly covered his head, "I'll go!"

"What the hell is this?"

"Is it a poster?"

Jiang Cheng turned around and saw this scene, and a smile appeared inexplicably on the corner of his mouth, "You deserve it if you are so unfaithful just now."

At this moment, he would rather watch the show than go over to help Zhao Hai. It seems that Jiang Cheng is still a relatively revengeful person.

"I'll do my own work." Jiang Cheng turned around and tear up the poster, leaving Zhao Hai alone, and was covered by a large poster.

"I won't tear you this broken poster." Zhao Hai said angrily, and then he ran desperately. Although he bent down, his speed was not affected at all. However, it was the same as the speed he could achieve in his best condition before.

"Run."

Zhao Hai was about to run to the edge of the poster so that he could get rid of the poster on himself.

But this is a bar, surrounded by tables and chairs, and she is likely to hit the table or chair because of this.

More importantly, there are corresponding wine glasses on the table and chairs. If Zhao Hai bumps into it, he will probably have to pay Lao Luo. Lao Luo is not a generous person. In contrast, he is very stingy, so as long as Zhao Hai breaks anything from her bar, it will inevitably lose some money.

"Bang!"

The result was not unexpected. Zhao Hai bumped into a wooden table and then knocked over the two tables next to him, and there were the most expensive jade-made famous tables. It seemed that Zhao Hai was in trouble now.

"What did I hit?" Zhao Hai murmured at the side of his mouth. He had just run, and at this moment he had to stop his own pace.

If he found out that he had broken the most expensive table in Moshanluo Bar, Zhao Hai would probably go crazy.

"ah!"

Lao Luo glanced at the situation behind him. At that moment, he was in a bad mood.

Then, Lao Luo jumped down from the ladder and rushed to Zhao Hai's side.

"What good thing did you do just now!"

"My precious table! This is what I imported from South Africa, and a table is worth 50,000."

When Zhao Hai heard this, his eyes blinked dryly. He thought to himself: "A table worth 50,000 yuan? Is this too scary? And, it seems that I have broken it?"

"I'll go!" Zhao Hai's originally calm face suddenly became extremely frightened. Her legs stood there, trembling.

"What should I do now? 50,000 yuan? Although I have money, 50,000 yuan is also my monthly income."

"And this 50,000 yuan is US dollars, right?" Zhao Hai murmured, saying that if it was really US dollars, then he would have to pay more.

"Don't be US dollars, never ten dollars." Zhao Hai prayed in his heart, hoping that his wish would come true. But the decision on this matter was actually on Lao Luo.

Moreover, this matter was decided. No matter how Zhao Hai prayed, the jade table was worth 50,000 US dollars or 50,000 Vietnamese coins were things that had been determined long ago.

"I bought this only jade table in South Africa for $50,000, but now? Now? He has no more, this is a priceless treasure."
Chapter completed!