Chapter 227

"Elder sister, who told him to scold me." Qian Duoduo said eloquently, "is it easy for us wage earners to earn some money? We work hard for more than ten hours a day and only have two or three thousand one months. Why don't we scold casually. This is a problem of character, a problem of professional morality, which can't be forgiven."

Murong Xue shook her head helplessly: "you... I don't have a penny. Look how much money you have. Let's give cash. I think we can get a taxi."

Qian Duoduo took out his wallet and looked. There was no money in it except a bank card.

Qian Duoduo took out his bank card, "sister, I don't have a penny, just this card."

"Go and get the money. There's an ATM opposite."

Qian Duoduo frowned: "sister, I only have two yuan in this card. How can I get it?"

"What, only two dollars?"

"Well, I've run out of money. I bought a skirt for sister Mei, forty-eight thousand."

Murong Xue widened her eyes: "what? A skirt costs 48000 yuan! You have a lot of money. Are you too rich to burn? You dare to buy such an expensive skirt. I've never worn more than two thousand yuan a piece! You, you, you... You're really a black sheep!"

Murong Xue became more and more angry.

Qian Duoduo was wronged and said, "sister, in fact, I don't want to buy it. I blame the bitch surnamed Cui."

"Who?"

"Cui Yongjian."

Just then, Cui Yongjian walked out of the gate of Longsheng Building in a suit and shoes.

An enchanting young woman took his arm.

Followed by two tough bodyguards.

Qian Duoduo just saw him and pointed to him and said, "elder sister, it's him. The man who looks like a dog forced the second generation to change a woman one day."

Murong Xue turned her face and looked up again. She was surprised and said, "Cui Yongjian. It turns out that this building is Longsheng group."

"Sister, do you know him?"

"I just know a little about him, but I don't know him."

"How can you know him if you don't know him?"

"Because he is the son of Cui Shun, chairman of Longsheng group, and the general manager of Tengfei company of Longsheng group. Tengfei company mainly produces automobile clutches, and chaopin company under our beauty group also mainly produces automobile clutches."

Qian Duoduo nodded: "I know that the general manager of chaopin company is uncle Jin, and the annual output value of chaopin company is more than 10 billion, which is comparable to that of clothing company."

Murong Xue nodded and said, "yes. Our two companies are producing automobile clutches. After 30 years of development, the auto parts market has been saturated and highly competitive. Tengfei company is the strongest competitor of our super product company, so of course I know something about him."

Qian Duoduo said contemptuously, "what does this guy have to know? I can see at a glance that he is a forced rich second generation and a dandy playboy, just like Eric."

Murong Xue shook her head and said seriously, "Cui Shun is different from Eric. He is very capable. He manages Tengfei company well and has very strict quality control, so their products are so competitive. By the way, how did he annoy you?"

"It's about buying clothes. I bought clothes in the mall with Meijie. He fell in love with Meijie and pretended to force us in front of us... Sister, the taxi is coming. Let's get in the car."

Qian Duoduo reached out to stop the car.

The taxi stopped in front of them.

With two bodyguards and a woman, Cui Yongjian took his Bugatti Veyron and left the square, just behind the taxi.

When the taxi stopped, they had to stop.

At this time, it was noon. There were many cars on the road, and a taxi in front had a flat tire and blocked a road. The road was very crowded and there was no other way to go.

The taxi stopped in front of Qian Duoduo. Qian Duoduo was about to pull the door. A middle-aged man stretched out his head and said, "Hey, where are you going?"

"Funeral home."

"Fifty dollars."

"What?" cried Qian Duoduo, "just now a taxi costs 40, and now you want 50. Why do you raise the price at will?"

The driver said insolently, "what are you talking about? If you want to sit for 50 yuan, you can sit down if you don't sit down."

"What about your meter? Let's calculate according to the meter. When we get to the funeral home, I won't lose you a minute."

"The meter is broken."

Qian Duoduo pointed to him and said angrily, "you lie. You see, we are migrant workers. We just want to kill us, don't you? You make it clear that you just want to bully us."

Murong Xue took his hand: "forget it, Duoduo, 50 yuan is 50 yuan. It's important for us to hurry."

Qian Duoduo had to bear it.

The driver stretched out his hand and said, "give me the money first, and then get on the bus."

Qian Duoduo's fire suddenly came up again: "you're afraid we don't have money, right? I tell you, I can buy 10000 old cars."

"Hehe... My God, the migrant workers are crazy about money..."

The driver laughed and looked sarcastic.

Didi

Cui Yongjian in the back was on his way, urging the driver to honk.

The taxi driver stretched out his head from the window and looked back. He saw that it was a Bugatti Veyron. Knowing that the driver was either rich or expensive, he couldn't afford it. He urged Qian Duoduo to say, "Hey, can you go or not? If you go, give me the money quickly."

"Shall we give it to you at the funeral home?"

"Paralyzed, two poor people."

The taxi driver scolded and ignored them. As soon as he stepped on the accelerator, he was ready to drive away.

Shit, I want to slip away again.

Qian Duoduo's body flashed, ran to the car, pointed to the taxi driver and said sternly, "Hey, come down!"

The taxi driver put his head out and shouted, "paralyzed, you want to die!"

Qian Duoduo's figure flashed, ran to him again, grabbed the door, clicked, forcibly pulled the door open, and then took the driver's arm and dragged him out.

"Paralyzed, I'll kill you!"

The taxi driver was furious, waved his fist and hit Qian Duoduo's head.

Qian Duoduo grabbed his wrist with a little effort, and the driver showed his teeth in pain and shouted.

Qian Duoyi said sternly, "you dog day, you not only kill passengers, but also refuse to drive. You don't have any professional quality. Believe it or not, I can't drive a taxi in your life if I let you lose your job right away."

"Oh, oh, oh... Killed, killed..." the driver howled loudly.

Cui Yongjian looked gently and clearly in the back. He couldn't help frowning. He opened the door, got out of the car and walked in front of them.

Behind him, followed by his woman and two bodyguards.