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Qin Guan put on his black helmet and adjusted his German glasses. Then he covered Cong Nianwei's mouth with a scarf to finish off her cool outfit.

"Our car has broken down," he explained slowly. "Our new car is on its way. I bought it from Bu Qinglu. Isn't that cool? Young people in the capital love this model. It's everyone's favorite toy. Just look at the back!"

Cong Nianwei got on the trembling sidecar helplessly and craned her neck to look at the back of the motorcycle. The plate spelled "京A521521". The black letters stood out against the yellow background.

"I see. So what?"

Cong Nianwei got in the sidecar. She was surprised to see that the leather seat was steady and comfortable, even though it had no cover. The motorcycle shook again as she took a seat. She immediately lost her favorable impression of their new vehicle.

Qin Guan climbed on the motorcycle, put on his black gloves and gave Cong Nianwei a thumbs-up.