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Du Lei had never done such a crazy action before, he felt unusually excited. Even the people driving by the side could not help but take out their phones to take pictures of him.

The look on his face.

But Du Lei did not care, he felt the cool breeze brush against his face, felt the white clouds float past the blue sky, the carriage was passing through a bridge, he could see the tall mountains surrounded by smoke.

Chongqing, a beautiful city.

Du Lei stood on top of the carriage and couldn't help but stick out a cigarette. The speed of the carriage had already slowed down by a lot, and the last time Du Lei weighed himself, he weighed five hundred kilograms.

Standing on the roof of the sportscar, Du Lei estimated that it would take at least 400% an hour to blow him off. Furthermore, without using much strength, Du Lei believed that as long as he stomped on the roof of the sportscar, the top of the sportscar would cave in with just one stomp.

Returning back to the car, Du Lei frowned, he turned off the air conditioner and turned on the music, it had to be said that the music was extremely good.

The moment the MIS was opened, the entire car began to shake!

It had to be said that there were a lot of songs that were downloaded from the media library, all of them were audio recordings.

Around one o'clock in the afternoon, Du Lei had already drove into the territory of Chongqing. He followed the address given by Li Zhiquan and drove, turning on the Google GPS navigation system.

He had to admit that the boss was a person with hidden meaning.

Driving this dazzling, bright red SUV, no matter where it was, was always so eye-catching. Perhaps many people didn't know that this sign was called "Laiken".

However, they were all able to determine that the price of this car was absolutely an unbelievable astronomical figure.

For people with a huge logarithm, luxury cars were just pictures used to make Beijing wallpaper on their mobile phones or computers. Very few people could actually see it with their own eyes.

Of course, if you really want to see it, you can go to the center of the exhibition. However, if it's a man, then he absolutely won't be interested in the car, because most of them can't even afford to sell it. Thus, all they can do is run over to see the model.

Got it.

Every car show in the country that had a bit of fame to offer and the models that had been invited could only be considered unparalleled beauties. Furthermore, they were all dressed in a manner that would make one's blood boil.

The scale is very large, the bikini or something is very basic... was not interested in the specifics, and he still had to confirm it himself.

He was bored out of his mind as he held a cigarette in his mouth. In the crowded streets, those people actually surrounded his car as if they were looking at a monkey.

Countless passers-by took out their phones to take pictures of him. There were even many girls who took out their poles to take pictures of him and this "Lecan's sports car".

A group photo.

"Damn, what do I do? Luckily, this car is controlled by fingerprints."

Du Lei extinguished the cigarette in his hand and threw it into the ashtray placed in front of the window.

Speaking of which, if not for the fingerprint control, Du Lei was truly worried that it would be stolen. He pressed his horn a few times, and then opened the car window. "I'm in a hurry to do something. Can I trouble you to let me pass?"

The passersby all dispersed in a hubbub. After all, their actions were obstructing the traffic. If they were to continue acting this unruly, the police officer would definitely treat them to tea.

"Pure as a feather."

Very quickly, Du Lei drove his car into a very remote alley.

The alley was very narrow, but there was no problem with the passing car. On both sides of the road, there were old shops and buildings. It was obvious that this was the "Old Street".

Got it.

Even the roads were paved with bluestones. There were many people coming and going, and there were even candy sellers on the streets. Cotton candy was a bit 'far'.

The thing.

"Master, give me some dragon shaped candy."

Du Lei gave the old man 20 yuan, with a string of 20 dollars written on it. His car was right beside him, and he had finally blocked the traffic, but luckily there were not many cars on this old street.

The old master had a kind face and wore a simple navy blue jacket. A towel was tied around his neck. The shop assistant that he made only relied on his skills to eat.

He smiled at Du Lei: "Turn around, I'll do whatever you turn to."

As he spoke, he pointed at the roulette in front of him.

Du Lei did not say anything further. He was naturally aware of this rule, and thought back to when he was five years old, when he kept dragging his mother to eat candies. At that time, there were many delicious and fun things on the old street, and candies were not expensive either.

There was no helping it, the swallow candy that the beneficiary made for him was simply too adorable. The children did not eat much, so they were naturally reluctant to part with it.

He casually walked around a bit, but he really did turn into a dragon.

The old master's movements were very skilled. Without saying a word, he began to use malt candy to draw a flying dragon that was hovering in the sky.

Sugar Man was said to be a dessert, but in fact, it could be said to be a medical product. The elementary form of a dragon was quickly revealed, and the old master's expression was serious.

"Master, wrap it up for me."

Du Lei prepared to bring his back to He Ruyue to taste.

The old master laughed and found two pieces of plastic film to cover the dragon. He wrapped them up in a paper bag and handed them to Du Lei. "Come often next time."

"Yes, yes."

Du Lei opened the door of the car, put the sugar-coated person into the cold storage box carried by the sports car, and started the car to slowly drive.

Sugar Man, Tea Soup... Many ancient, traditional snacks and foods had already been replaced by foreign coffee, cola, milk tea, sweets, etc. To be honest, Du Lei could tell that this situation was not looking good, if he continued to let them develop.

There will be a day when our Chinese will no longer drink tea or even eat.

You know, how many young people these days drink tea?

Without a doubt, when the culinary culture of other countries continuously spread to our country, our own culinary culture was in a disadvantageous position.

KFC, McDonald's, and so on, fast food chain, almost broke the young people's consumption in the food industry, good kung fu looks pretty good, but in fact?