He was busy until the evening, and An Feng got a satisfactory list.

Song Wenrui and Tian Hao recommended their classmates, and they were also worried about their work after graduation. An Feng gave an internship salary above the average and promised to double the salary after becoming a regular employee to provide a good environment. The most important thing is that An Feng knows more than anyone else. This is an irresistible academic temptation.

Keeping the list of people interested in joining the research team, An Feng and Song Wenrui signed a power of attorney first, advance the check of 10,000 US dollars, asking them to collect information for themselves, and then called the secretary Lei, intending to build a new company, but they may be busy in the future.

After saying goodbye to Song Wenrui, I walked to the parking lot. When I saw Guli sitting on the steps facing him, I realized that I had not given him any money. It was past seven o'clock now, so I guess this guy was hungry, right? Unexpectedly, when I walked over, he saw that his guilt disappeared completely. This guy was gnawing on chicken legs!

"Hi, Bruce!" Guri greeted him and picked up the packaging bag in his arms: "You want to try the chicken legs that are willing to beat chickens?"

"I don't eat these." An Feng shook his head, "I'm very curious. I remember you don't have money, where did these come from?"

Guri wiped his greasy mouth and said, "In the afternoon, those guys brought some hippies to make trouble, and then I talked to them."

When An Feng saw the sporadic blood stains on his clothes, he frowned and said, "Just talk?"

Guri smiled and said, "BOSS, you are so smart. I kicked their ass, but this is what they did first. I'm here to guard, and they threatened to smash your car by boss. When I heard those bitches say this, I talked back to Fak and their mother, and then they gathered around."

Guli's storytelling skills are average, but An Feng could hear the hostile relationship inside. In the afternoon, those guys were really petty and could come to the door for such a trivial matter. However, after listening to Guli's words and his comfortable appearance of gnawing chicken legs, the other party probably suffered a lot.

"What then?" An Feng looked at him.

"There are also the money they used to change their teeth." Guli took out the US dollar bills from his pocket, and there were still a lot of 100 denominations.

"Okay, you can take this money!" An Feng pushed it back with a strange look. Before the boss paid his salary, the employee made contributions himself...

An Feng originally wanted to say something about staying away from violence and loving harmony, but this Russian who relied on his fists and ignored him was useless at all. Besides, those guys were a little too arrogant. They smashed his car? Who would you think of yourself? If An Feng was present, they would have to interrupt their legs.

I took Guli to Chinatown and had some Chinese food.

Guli was not picky at all. Don’t look at him who was willing to cook chicken after eating it. As soon as he sat on the table, he could immediately continue to eat with all his might. An Feng stared at his Russian way of eating, and his appetite was aroused. He also ate two bowls of seafood porridge, two fried dough sticks, a plate of dry pot chicken and pumpkin roasted pork ribs.

Guli kept praising the pork ribs: "Chinese food is delicious! It's even better to dip some sauce!"

An Feng looked at the dishes on the table, then looked at the surprised diners around him, and defended himself in Chinese: "Actually, I don't know him."

In the end, An Feng paid the bill and left a tip of fifty dollars.

When driving back to the hotel at night, Guli, who was sitting in the passenger seat, frequently looked at the rearview mirror. An Feng asked strangely: "What are you looking at?"

"Back." Guri said mysteriously, "There is a car to follow us."

"You have watched too many Hollywood movies?" An Feng looked up at the rearview mirror in disbelief. There were a lot of car lights, so what was wrong?

"Believe me." Guri said seriously, "You increase the speed to around 120 to 150. This speed is the best way to determine whether you are being tracked."

"If you are stopped by the police, you will have to spend the night at the police station tonight." Although she said this, An Feng still skillfully stepped on the accelerator. In a few seconds, the sports car soared to a speed of 15 per hour. Fortunately, it was far away from the city, with wide roads and few vehicles, and running smoothly.

Guri stared at the rearview mirror and said, "At least three cars followed us. You turn left three times at the front intersection and go back to the original road."

An Feng stepped on the brakes and lowered the gears. He was not breathless and passed three turns in high speed with the quality of a professional driver. He easily walked around the way he had just arrived. "Stop the car and turn off the engine!" Guli suddenly said. An Feng's reaction was also very fast, turning the direction and braked on the side of the road, and turning off the engine.

About six or seven seconds later, several sports cars with deep sounds chased after him and passed by him. An Feng looked at an R8 passing through the window.

"It was those guys in the afternoon," Guri said.

"They don't have a grudge against me to kill my father, right?" An Feng felt surprised. Nowadays, college students are so arrogant?

"Who knows," said Guri, "maybe they just want to race with you."

"Damn! I would rather go up and ask clearly if I think about it ten thousand times!" An Feng started the car and chased him. The guys were still looking for him. He followed behind and turned on the high beams and flashed them a few times, then accelerated up and walked alongside an orange-yellow Evantado. Both sides rolled down the window at the same time. An Feng saw an Asian girl wearing smoky makeup and big earrings, looking like a rebellious girl.

An Feng asked impatiently: "What are you doing?"

The smoked girl said in English: "If you have an egg under your crotch, come with us."

"A psychopath!" said An Feng.

The white man driving leaned over and said, "We have something to talk to you, just in the suburbs, don't play tricks, would you dare to go?"

"lead the way!"

It was still early tonight, only eleven o'clock. I just ate too much, so I thought it was a walk after meal to help digestion, not to mention that I also have a bodyguard.

"Most of them are foreign students, and they don't dare to play with guns without a green card." Guli understood these principles.

This is even more OK.

I followed the convoy to the suburbs, and strictly speaking, it was beyond San Francisco-city. I don’t know what they were doing, but there were quite a few vehicles on the road. I drove along the Inner Bay Highway, and the cars in front stopped by the side of the road, and the lights were all turned on. A large group of young people in different dresses gathered on the side of the road. Some cars were turned on, and the modified speakers heard a wave of sound. Some cool-dressed hot girls danced to the music, making them very lively.

I stopped by the road and got off the bus. Someone came over immediately, including men and women. The leader was a white man of similar height to An Feng. He was next to him, staring at An Feng with a timid look on his face. It was the arrogant Chinese student in the afternoon. However, when he saw the vicious Guli behind An Feng, he shrank his neck.

The white man stood up and said, "Do you dare to compete with me? The winner takes the other party's car."

An Feng glanced at the Lamborghini he was driving and sneered: "Just your car, you can only buy four wheels for me when you sell second-hand ones. Are you okay with your brain?"

The white man's face froze, and Guli laughed as if no one was around.

The Chinese man stepped forward, took out a transfer check from his pocket, and said proudly: "Did you see it? I'll give you another million dollars if I win!"

"You are wasting family money like this?" An Feng asked him with a smile.

"It's not your business that I'm wasting. Anyway, there are a lot of people in China who are willing to give money to my dad!" The young man felt awesome when he said that.

"Your father's surname is?" An Feng asked.

"Li—Damn it, damn it!" This guy almost fell for a fool, but the girl next to him pulled him, "Tony, he's talking to you!"

Tony glared at An Feng and said, "How is it? It's not your car, nor his car, but the same BMW. Do you dare to be happy!"

"I'm still at a disadvantage. I haven't run here at all." An Feng said.

"Run for you! Run until you vomit!" Tony said generously.

"Where is the car?" An Feng asked.

"Over there!" Tony pointed to the three BMW M3 sports cars that were placed side by side, black, white and blue, waiting quietly.
Chapter completed!