章 12: Tianma International Circuit
At eight o'clock, the sun had risen completely, and the warm sun is poured into the prosperous city of Jiangzhou, which is home to tens of millions of people.
Qin Feng walked on the street in the early morning, watching people come and go, there were employees, students who went to school, men and women who were buying food, busy, day after day.
"Nine o'clock."
Whispering to himself, Qin Feng found a convenience store to buy a pack of cigarettes and started to smoke at a bus stop.
At this point in time, people who are waiting for the bus here either to go to work or buy vegetables were all ordinary people.
After last night, looking at these people, Qin Feng had a different feeling in his heart, this feeling was unclear to him.
A sense of distance, as if he and these people were not in the same world.
This was the difference between a mortal and a cultivator.
At the same time, the eyes of people at the bus stop, especially some women, were flashing one by one. Many even exclaimed. They quickly took out their cell phones and took pictures in the distance, fearing to miss something.
Because a car was galloping from a distance, the roaring sound of the motor rang through the street.
A sapphire blue Ferrari flew up the street, dazzling in the sun.
What made these young girls crazy was that when the Ferrari was near the bus stop, it slowed down and finally stopped at the roadside.
For a time, passers-by stopped, pulled out their phone and started taking pictures.
After all, there weren't a lot of luxury cars, and all BMW and Mercedes were common, but Ferrari was still rare, so it was necessary to send a photo at MOMENT to pretend to show off.
Out of the car came a young man with black glasses, a clean and white face, and white shirt. He had a gentle temperament, and the women who took the photos admired him.
The rich second generation was not terrible, what was horrible was a rich second generation as handsome and elegant.
A tall, rich and handsome man!
This was simply a lady killer.
Obviously, Chow Hong was such a killer and killed girls unintentionally.
Chow had long been accustomed to the attention of people. He looked at the bus stop with a gentle smile on his face, causing a group of girls to scream.
However, Chow Hong's eyes are not on these girls, but a person dressed in ordinary clothes.
Qin Feng.
Qin Feng wore a black hooded sweater, slightly scattered hair, and the stubble was not shaved. Besides, being handsome, he was nothing special.
Looking at Chow Hong, Qin Feng was smiling, and his eyes were also smiling. In this laugh, there was a little bit of hidden coldness.
As for what happened last night, the text message on the purple hair's phone, Qin Feng chose to bury in the heart, for now.
Qin Feng will not be showing his hand until he has figured out the motivation of Chow Hong to do so.
And he had a hunch that Chow is far from simple, perhaps ...He has never really met the real Chow Hong!
With his hands in his pockets, Qin Feng walked past with a happy look.
Many people are surprised to see Qin Feng, do not understand what this person is doing, 'that guy had a Ferrari, who the fuck is he.'
"Ferrari F12 Berlinetta, 0-100 acceleration capability, 3.1 seconds. I remember this car belongs to that kid from the Ye family who used to put it in the garage as a treasure. Why would he lend it today?"
Qin Feng stepped forward and sat on the front cover of this Ferrari. Light up a cigarette and said.
Chow Hong also laughed by the car: "The guy knocked up his new girlfriend, and didn't have time to celebrate the anniversary. I simply borrowed his car."
"This guy is also strange. When I asked to borrow it, he wouldn't give it away. When I said it was for you, he threw the car keys over without saying anything."
"This kid."
Feng Qin smiled and dusted off cigarette ash. Why did Ye Jiale help Qin Feng? Of course, it was clear that two years ago, if it weren't because of his father Qin Xiao, who helped Ye's factory, it was estimated that the family wouldn't even have a motorcycle, let alone a sports car,
"Let's go."
Qin Feng threw his cigarette butte and then climbed into the driver's side.
The people inside the bus station, and a lot of people on the side of the road, all looked at Qin Feng with surprised and envious eyes. No one thought that this ordinary young man dressed so poorly was also a rich kid.
Especially the few girls who were at the bus station before, probably it will be a big regret in their hearts for not chatting up with Qin.
In the cab, Qin Feng touched the steering wheel, and the feeling of flying once again seemed to be back.
The car started, and the roaring sound of the motor rang.
However...Qin Feng felt something missing.
Now, what he wanted to do most is not to drive a sports car, but to travel around the thirty-nine universes!
The light that he saw last night, which passed through the sky, became light and shadow that could not be erased in Qin Feng's heart.
Flying, or flying with a spell, Qin Feng was still unclear.
However, Qin Feng believed that the day will not be far away from himself.
With the inheritance of Su Wu Kong, he was destined to live an unusual life! Flying in the air with a spell is only a small step. As long as he reaches the foundation, he can control the stuff to help him to fly. And then knotting the Dan could help him fly in the air without any help!
"Hey Chow, are we brothers?"
The sound of the motor roared, Qin Feng suddenly asked, let Zhou Hong who is sitting in the co-pilot distracted.
However, it was a glimpse, Chow Hong then laughed: "What? Are you crazy? Of course, we are brothers. After all these years, we still need to talk about our friendship? I even know how many times you shite every day. "
"That's good. I don't have many brothers. You are one of them."
Qin Feng smiled, then stepped on the accelerator with a passion.
Sapphire blue Ferrari sped away, leaving only the envious eyes of the streets.
Tianma International Racing Circuit was often used for international official racing, but it could also be rented when it was idle, only the rent was very high, at least one million a day.
However, millions are nothing to the rich second generation in Jiangzhou.
In half an hour.
A blue Ferrari raced on the off-track to Tianma International Circuit.
This off-site runway was connected to the highway and specially repaired by Tianma International Group, which shows their fortune.
"Why would Zhao Zixuan come?"
Feng Qin looked at the rapidly receding scenery outside the windshield and looked cool, but the speedometer pointed at 180. After racing for so many years, this was not a big deal, and this special track leading to the racing field was not speed-limited.
"I didn't tell you one thing yesterday, but I think you already know."
Chow paused: "Zhao Zixuan is now Li Zhuoran's girlfriend, to be exact, his fiancée. He has engaged two days ago. I was afraid you would think too much, so I didn't tell you."
"Really."
When Feng Qin heard this, he did not say much but could see that the number on the speedometer ascending from 180.
190,200,210…
The car sped like the wind and entered the circuit.
From the windshield, it can be seen from a distance that there are dozens of super sports cars parked on the runway in front of the large lounge.
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