Shenhao: Start cashing out by donating millions of live broadcasts

Chapter 37 Being chased by a car

When Sun Tangqing saw the news, she couldn't help showing a smile on her face. Sure enough, the richer people, as long as they have power, the less they care about where the money flows and how it is consumed, as long as it can bring the benefits she wants.

Sun Tangqing smiled, and the sensible people in the meeting room were all shocked.

Sun Tangqing, who is only 20 years old, has vigorous business methods. When he inherited his father's position as chairman, the old people on the board of directors were all old subordinates of his grandfather, but they still couldn't hold back their face if they were asked to work for a young boy.

However, Sun Tangqing acted resolutely and refused to accept his control. He directly recruited capable and obedient newcomers to be competent.

In addition to the old people who are willing to obey Sun Tangqing's management in this company, most of them are re-recruited by him.

At first sight of this young and promising Mr. Sun smiling, doubts arose in his heart, Mr. Sun is in a relationship?
In the end, Sun Tangqing replied with the word "yes" and it was considered as the end of the chat.

He put down his phone, ready to continue the topic just now, but when he raised his eyes, everyone in the conference room was staring at him.

Sun Tangqing put away her smile, her face turned cold,
"What are you looking at? Is there a flower on my face? Have you thought about a new video idea? Have you thought about a script? Have you negotiated an advertising cooperation?"

Everyone lowered their heads in unison, how could they dare to touch the mold.

Pan Xingyue was lying on the recliner, drowsy, with an online drama on her phone, and holding a bag of potato chips.

With the unique hot wind blowing by in summer, Pan Xingyue woke up from a doze and yawned. She was a little sleepy.

She put the potato chips on the small table beside her, picked up the small blue fan and turned it on, blowing on herself.

With a cool wind blowing in front of her, Pan Xingyue got up, put on her slippers, and quietly went downstairs.

After going downstairs, Pan Xingyue went back to her room, turned on the air conditioner, and the cool air rushed in. Pan Xingyue lazily took off her slippers and leaned on the big bed.

She is ready to start her bad life again.

【Host, are you going to lie flat again? 】

Pan Xingyue lit a cigarette,

"What can I do if I don't lie flat?"

The system was speechless.

Can't you be a little forward-looking and enterprising?
Can't you make money and start a business?
【Host, is your McLaren Senna going to hang in the garden outside to dry the ashes? 】

Pan Xingyue breathed out a puff of cigarette lightly, and only remembered that cool and handsome car when she heard the system's words. She would have to drive it around to hook up with beautiful men in the future. She had to get a driver's license before she could go on the road safely.

Well, who can I look for to take him to driving school, the kind who can pick her up back and forth.

Pan Xingyue thought with a sullen face, and suddenly remembered that she is a rich man now, so she just needs to hire a driver for the time being.

However, this car is a bit expensive, and it needs to find an old driver. Where can she find an old driver?

Forget it, let Sun Tangqing help you find it tonight.

As for lying down for a while now.

Pan Xingyue searched for a suitable driving school on her mobile phone. The nearest one was three or four kilometers away. It seemed that she really needed to find a driver to take her to learn how to drive.

I found the nearest driving school, and there was a WeChat account of the driving school coach on the map.

Pan Xingyue just copied a WeChat account and went to find out how much money it takes to apply for a driving school, and how much money it takes to get a driver's license earlier, but the coach said that he could go to the driving school to see.

Pan Xingyue yawned, lazily lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

Woke up once at night, ordered supper, swiped my phone for a while, and then fell asleep.

Pan Xingyue woke up at nine o'clock the next day.

After a simple wash, I found a price with ten years of driving experience on the Internet, and sat on the swing in the garden of the villa and waited.

When they arrived at the villa area, the driver called Pan Xingyue. After Pan Xingyue explained the situation to the security staff, the driver came in.

Pan Xingyue was holding the swing rope with one hand, and holding the mobile phone in the other hand, shaking it lightly, the door rang outside the villa.

Only then did Pan Xingyue slowly get up and go to open the door.

The surrogate driver is a man in his 30s, with an honest and honest look on his face, with a cropped cut. It may be the first time he has come to this kind of place, and he greeted him submissively.
"Hello, Ms. Pan, I am the driver you are looking for."

Pan Xingyue smiled softly,

"Hello, Master Wu, come in, I'll take you to drive."

Then he led Master Wu to the front of the McLaren Senna, pressed the lock to unlock it, and handed him the key.
"Can it be opened?"

Master Wu stared blankly at the car, a million-dollar luxury car, he felt that the car keys in his hand were a bit hot, he stammered,
"Yes, yes."

Pan Xingyue didn't ink any ink, and said,
"It's fine if you can open it."

After finishing speaking, he opened the passenger door and sat in.

Master Wu was shocked, he was also lucky enough to drive a tens of millions of luxury cars in this life, and he died without regrets.

He tiptoedly opened the door, carefully sat in the driver's seat, fastened his seat belt, and closed the door gently.

Pan Xingyue didn't pay attention to these things, and swiped her phone with her head down.

When the car left the villa area, it could be said that it was unimpeded.

All the way on the viaduct.

Master Wu was driving, and suddenly saw a conspicuous red Ferrari in the rearview mirror, and he couldn't help tightening his hand on the steering wheel.

He thought it was a sign at first, and tried changing lanes on purpose several times, but the red Ferrari also changed lanes after him.

He said nervously,

"Miss Pan, there is a car following us."

Pan Xingyue raised her head when she heard the sound, she didn't understand, what does it mean that there is a car following us?

She glanced at her rearview mirror, and there was indeed a red Ferrari not far from them.

"Have you tried it?"

Master Wu nodded solemnly,

"Just changed lanes a few times, and he has been changing lanes with me."

Pan Xingyue frowned, and leaned her head out of the car window to take a look. When the car saw her poking out, it blinked twice.

What do you mean?
Pan Xingyue glanced lightly at the cars on the viaduct. There are not too many cars now.
"Can you speed up? Get rid of the car behind."

Who knows what the purpose of that car in the back is.

Master Wu is an old driver with driving experience. Although it is the first time to get started with this kind of luxury car, the luxury car is easier to operate and has better performance.

As soon as he speeded up, all the cars on the road gave way to the side.

Just kidding, if you scratch this car, you will lose everything.

But the red Ferrari behind took advantage of the time for other cars to give way, and also accelerated to follow behind.

Like a piece of dog skin plaster, you can't even shake it off.

Pan Xingyue's calm and breezy appearance finally showed something strange, she frowned tightly,

"Master, can you increase the speed again? This dog skin plaster is really annoying, what exactly do you want?"

Master Wu thought that the speed can be improved, but the problem is that the speed limit is set, so he dare not drive over the speed limit in this situation.

Ahead is the peak traffic jam.

The vehicle moved forward steadily, and Ferrari closely followed.

I have already arrived at the driving school, and I haven't got rid of the Ferrari behind me.

Pan Xingyue got out of the car with a sullen face, and with a sound of "Peng", she closed the door as if venting her anger, folded her arms around her chest, and watched with cold eyes that the Ferrari also stopped.

(End of this chapter)