No matter what, this super noble bead has to be returned!

Buck brought his father here just to hope someone could help you get off the car. If my dad could drive, it would be even easier.

The father and son drove the truck and Passat back together. Now Buck was completely useless to find out what high-end dual-screen flip machine Mou Chenfei used, and flipped over to the phone and dialed it.

The reason is very simple. It doesn't matter if Buck drives the Passat sedan by himself because it's not eye-catching. However, he probably counts this supercar in the country. He doesn't know what channels the kidnappers have to sell stolen goods. Anyway, it's a waste of money to Buck and it also occupies the carriage. He originally planned to drive back to the truck and notify the Mou family to get it, but now he is not even interested in asking for the truck.

The phone was answered, and it was Mou Tianbo's heavy voice: "Hmm, hello..." As a businessman, he was still not arrogant when he received an unknown call, so Buck changed to a new card he just bought.

Buck notified the other party to pick up the car on site: "I'm... that, yes, I saved your daughter..." Because it was a temporary change plan that was disappointed, he didn't think much about it, and his tone was not very good.

Unexpectedly, Mou Tianbo hung up neatly over there: "You are not qualified to make this call yet!"

Bark was stunned for a moment before he looked at the phone blankly. He blinked his eyes. The rich man... he seemed to have rich people he served all over the world, so he wasn't that rough, right?

Well, Buck wasn't that pure. He put away his cell phone in a dark mind and moved Passat to the parking space in the distance: "My parents, please wait here for a while and don't get out of the car. I'll move that car a little bit and come back later to drive."

At this time, Ba Dacheng really felt that if he could drive, he would be able to help his son. He sat in the passenger seat with some regret and was anxious.

Buck moved quickly and started the truck. He looked at the temporary folding bed behind the driver's seat and was too lazy to look through it. He moved the truck out, then paid 30 yuan for parking fees, drove out of this huge logistics center, and found a more formal standard indoor parking lot a few kilometers away. He parked the truck in, and agreed to pay the parking fee of three months, one thousand five!

Trucks are much more expensive.

Then I took a taxi back to drive Passat: "Hmph, don't... I won't give it back!" I originally planned to return the brand-name clutch and ID card together, but at worst I could send a courier, but now I'm too lazy to give it to.

Don’t you have money and a way to be qualified? Then go through these procedures yourself. Anyway, I don’t care about this supercar, so I just hide it. In fact, I have a natural prank mentality like grassroots.

But Buck was very sensible and didn't show off his mother the brand new rk handbag. She thought it was fake when she held it, so she put it in a plastic bag and put it in the storage compartment under the sofa bed.

Of course, the family originally planned to drive to the Western restaurant in the city for a meal, but Ba Dacheng and Liu Shufen retreated at the entrance of the high-end restaurant. They felt that they were really not used to that attitude, so in the end they went to the hot pot restaurant to eat the taste of Libaren.

He returned home and signed up for the driving school training nearby. Buck planned to give the old man a small meal and then go directly to the exam.

But in the middle of the night, Ba Dacheng felt his son get up and open the door and ask softly: "What's wrong?"

Barker answered very simply: "Some things to finish must be done... Don't worry, I will go to work directly after dawn."

Really, he still went to work and drove Passat, who was more than 300,000 yuan, to the car wash shift with a monthly salary of 2,000 yuan!

Is it very strange?

Buck didn't think it was strange at all, and his family also took it for granted.

For him, before he had no next job, this was his job, and it had nothing to do with how much money he had or what car he drove. More importantly, he still had a motorcycle in the car washing business!

What a person should do and what his goal should not be influenced by his own external objects or the opinions of others. This is Buck's own philosophy of life.

Besides, in his eyes, a hundred million is really not a big money.

Of course, early in the morning, Buck really came back and drove his mother and two sisters to school. When the younger and older sister got off the bus, she was very obedient and wanted to kiss her brother outside the driving window. Buck, who was well versed in European etiquette, accepted it with a smile.

So with a continuous smile, Buck drove the car to the car wash shop, saying that he had borrowed it from a friend to play, but no one was surprised. However, at noon, many workers borrowed the car and went out to drive for two laps. Buck was not stingy and drove casually.

The boss came to him to ask what happened that day: "I was driving a luxury car and chatting with the girl. I just came for two days after I was absent from work. They came to the store yesterday and asked for a long time!"

Buck was innocent: "I'm asking, the rich people have a lot of trouble. I was stabbed in the leg by someone who asked them to collect debts. Look!" He put on a lazy shorts and lifted them up! Because the work clothes were stained with blood, they said they fell off when they came back. The boss gave him another one without any hesitation.

The boss also noticed that he had many scars on his thighs, and his calves probably had many hairs on his legs, which was inconspicuous: "Oh, you kid are not at ease, you have caused a lot of trouble!"

Buck down on it: "I was ignorant when I was a child, so I'll go eat!"

The boss reminded: "No matter what you talk about me, Boss Mou, I have heard of it. Don't be a toad who wants to eat swan meat. You can overestimate your ability to touch the stones!"

Buck bowed: "Do you think people will like me? I don't even like myself!"

The boss laughed: "Did you see her throwing that phone? The customized version of Vitu! It didn't break even after being caught. We didn't dare to hide it. The rose gold version is 160,000! How can you conceal a phone and you can sentence it! This rich man...tsk tsk!"

What Buck was thinking about was a cell phone that fell into the sewage. Will that girl still use it? She probably won’t even want a supercar with blood. She laughed, but didn’t ask how rich he was. It was another world that had nothing to do with him. When she was a bodyguard, she understood this truth very well.

I still went to the side of the road to eat a bowl of eleven pieces of spicy beef noodles, and gave cigarettes with a few colleagues. I squatted on the curb on the left side of the car wash and smiled and played with a cigarette on my fingers.

In fact, it was only after Buck joined that this place became the direction that the workers liked to squat. In the past, there was a hair salon on the other side. There were many hair shampoo girls with fancy hair. In addition, there were more girls going to the hair salon to consume, which was a good place to look forward to.

But two people followed Buck to chat here and found that there were actually quite a lot of beautiful appearances here.

Next to this side of the car wash store is a real estate agency.

The storefronts in this area are not very expensive, they are all quite wide, the car wash shop is dozens of meters long, and the real estate agent and hair salon are not narrow, so there are many sales girls walking around the floor-to-ceiling glass partitions of the real estate agency all day long, wearing white-collar clothes, and their grade and taste are immediately much higher than the little girl in the washing, cutting and blowing over there!

The other workers admired Buck: "Bao! Not bad, he has such a high vision, and he dares to secretly glance at white-collar workers..."

"It's really good...that, that, the slightly darker one, with a tall chest and a thin waist, the best looking..."

"No matter how good it looks, can the Bug be sent back to drive a sports car last time?"

"Oh, it's boring to say that. Look at the beauty who is comparing with that young lady, don't even look at any woman!"

Buck kept hearing them quarrel, and occasionally said: "That's clear, I'm driving someone's sports car to take them back. I'm just a driver. Don't at first glance it seems like I have a sports car to send a beautiful woman, so as not to say I'm pretending!"

Others still admired: "It's great! The fragrance in the car... Ah, I'm excited when I think about it, why don't I come to wash..."

"Bao, your Passat is not ordinary. It is the top-notch of the old model. It didn't have such a high configuration later. What's the friend's?"

Buck was perfunctory and even got up and wandered around. Only these people noticed that he had basically never seen the long legs and skirts in the glass partition. All his attention was on the neatly arranged various house advertisements in front of the agency: "What? Buddy, if you want to buy a house, these are not cheap... The renters are all sticking on the wall over there."

Class is like a clear boundary, divided into the hearts of most people. If you do more than 1,000 car washers a month, don’t expect to buy a house in such a big city or rent a house honestly;

He bleeded and sweated and tried hard to save the young lady's life. He got paid for one million and got out of here. He was not qualified to complain again.

This is the reality of this society.

Even though Buck had only dead people, living people and those who were dying, he felt the clear fortress of returning to society.

This situation seems not so clear in Eastern Europe. In fact, there is a gap between the rich and the poor. However, the social and economic development is not so rapid and it is gentle everywhere, so Buck feels that he still has a process of adapting.

But here he is not looking at the advertisements of the house seller and renting houses, but simply looking at the interior pictures of beautiful villas, villas or high-rise apartments.

He likes to watch this, which is almost the few amateur hobbies he has been in Europe for seven years, except for fighting and killing people to rescue the wounded.

A warm but poor family since childhood;

Eastern Europe is not too rich, but every household pays attention to the social atmosphere of mood and quality of life;

I have been building a small building in a private courtyard outside Kharkov;

On countless boring and cold nights, the decoration design drawings that were drawn by the military's pda on their palms were of course different from the red lines that were unceremoniously changed beyond recognition;

It is all accompanied by his heart that hopes to have a beautiful and beautiful family.

I hope that when I get old, I can’t beat you anymore, hold my wife and children, take my parents out, and live in such a free and comfortable yard;

This is almost the central idea of ​​Buck, who has never read many books, likes to fantasize about spending time, a dream that is almost simple and has no highlights.

It has been two or three months since he returned to his hometown. So far, he has not visited the new house he bought by his mother because he has an inexplicable psychological resistance. He does not want to see any new house, nor does he want to recall the dream and family that disappeared with the fireball!
Chapter completed!