Chapter 12

The security guard hurried to Hou Liang. At this time, Hou Liang didn't raise the window. In fact, Hou Liang had been watching the security guard and the black Rolls Royce. He also saw that the man of the black Rolls Royce seemed to have given something to the security guard, and then the security guard ran over.

The security guard ran to Hou Liang's car. Without saying anything, he directly handed over a few large red bills and put them on the front passenger seat. He said proudly, "these money are for you. Why don't you move quickly?"

Hou Liang sneered in his heart. I think this is the money given to you by the people in the black Rolls Royce. Fox pretends to be tiger! Hou Liang disdained the security guard even more.

Hou Liang bowed his head and looked at the six red bills on the front passenger seat. He sighed in his heart that rich people are rich. They pay so much money when they make a move. Hou Liang knew that the black Rolls Royce must have taken out more than 600 yuan. With regard to the personality of the security guard, he would certainly embezzle some.

Hou Liang grabbed the six large red bills and threw them directly on the security guard's face. He coldly shouted, "get out of here, don't worry, I'll give you a gift?"

"You..." the security guard jumped up angrily, which was arranged by general manager Chen. He should do it anyway. It is said that his predecessors used to be security guards here, because they served general manager Chen well, and then flew to Huang Pengda.

As soon as the security guard was about to speak, Maserati's window slowly stretched out. The security guard was furious and was about to stop it with his hand. Hou Liang didn't look back. He directly closed his eyes and said faintly, "this is a limited edition Maserati. If you break it, I'm afraid you can't afford it!" After saying these words, Hou Liang's heart doesn't mention how cool it is. This is you, this is the feeling of rich people! Although I also have a little bit of the meaning of pretending to be a tiger.

The security guard really didn't dare to touch it. He glared at Hou Liang fiercely and said disdainfully, "isn't it just a little driver? What do you give me? It's shameless!" With that, his face was gloomy and he walked towards the black Rolls Royce again.

President Chen saw the security guard's expression from a distance and said to the driver beside him, "look at him, he looks like he's eaten."

The driver's expression was sincere, but his eyebrows had been slightly pursed, and his voice seemed to have a murderous air. He said, "it seems that the owner of that car doesn't want to give Mr. Chen your face!"

"Hey!" President Chen laughed and said, "these days, there are always a few people who don't have eyes, aren't they? We can't kill them all! Besides, he's just a small driver."

The security guard rushed over and took out the 500 yuan he had just stuffed into his pocket, saying bad luck in his heart!

"President Chen, that boy is arrogant. He just refuses to move his position." The security guard said angrily, and then he began to speak both eloquently and vividly, and continued to discredit Hou Liang: "he also said, let me take this money from where to go, I don't care, but this money is given by President Chen, it doesn't matter if he hit my face, the key is, hit President Chen your face!"

President Chen smiled faintly and said, "is this really the case?"

The security guard quickly nodded his head. His face was flushed. I don't know whether it was because he was exposed to the sun or because he was too excited about spitting just now. He shouted, "yes."

The security guard said and handed the eleven red bills in his hand to President Chen. He glanced at the bills with some reluctance and said, "President Chen, this is the money you just gave."

When President Chen took the money, the security guard once again greeted Hou Liang's 18 generations of ancestors in his heart. You said you gave you money for nothing, just to let you make room. Why are you so stubborn? Now I can't even get oil and water, and I can't make a good impression on President Chen.

Mr. Chen handed the eleven red bills to the driver beside him. The driver took the eleven hundred yuan bills expressionless, looked carefully at them, and finally drew out the five at the bottom and handed them to Mr. Chen.

The security guard didn't understand what they meant by doing so. He was a little nervous and said, "well... Mr. Chen, if there's nothing wrong, I'll leave first. I'll help you see if there is a parking space."

With that, the security guard was about to turn around and leave. He felt that the person on President Chen's car was too strange. Let alone that President Chen was famous for laughing and hiding his knife, he said that the driver next to him had always been expressionless and looked honest. But when the driver looked at himself, his body seemed to become rigid in an instant, like being stared at by a beast.

There are also two bodyguards sitting in the back seat, just like two puppets. He has noticed these two bodyguards for a long time, and they have kept the same posture all the time. Looking at this security guard, his heart is getting more and more unstable.

"Wait a minute." President Chen's voice rang, and the security guard's footsteps stopped abruptly.

President Chen put on sunglasses again, threw five hundred yuan bills directly to the ground, and said faintly, "I don't want anything in others' pockets."

The driver next to President Chen started the car in good time. The security guard looked at the back of the car leaving dumbly. Finally, he bent down and directly picked up 500 yuan. He knew that he must have left a bad impression on President Chen.

President Chen nodded and said, "you guessed well."

The driver was still expressionless, and even said mechanically, "he is very greedy. He wants to make a fortune, so he will curry favor with you like this. But when he is greedy, he is a little timid, and he is a little timid when doing things, so I say he only dares to be half greedy, almost."

President Chen suddenly smiled, clapped his hands and said, "yes, half is a little short, eleven, half is a little short, isn't it exactly five?"

After a pause, President Chen asked, "do you know why I don't give him a good face?"

The driver was still concentrating on reversing the car, and said blandly, "because he is greedy, it is not wrong to be greedy. The fault is that he is too timid. Chen is always a person who does big things. How can his men accept such people who are greedy and dare not be greedy?"

President Chen Shuanglang smiled and said, "it's a person who has been with me for more than 20 years! Or do you know me best!"

The middle-aged driver shook his head and said, "I don't know you!"

"Oh?" Mr. Chen raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

The middle-aged driver said, "after all, I don't know where you want me to park my car."

"Hahaha." President Chen seemed to laugh happily. He smiled at the corners of his mouth and said, "this is the first time I've heard you tell jokes, although it's a little cold."

Mr. Chen's words didn't get a response. The middle-aged driver was still expressionless, as if he hadn't heard Mr. Chen's words at all.

President Chen leaned comfortably on the seat, squinted at Hou Liang's direction, and said with some interest, "just stop in front of the limited edition Maserati!"

Hou Liang has been paying attention to the black Rolls Royce not far away. When he saw that they were going to drive towards him, Hou Liang was a little wary. He looked at the road. Behind him was a wall. If the front was blocked by the black Rolls Royce, he couldn't go out.

Moreover, the driver of this black Rolls Royce is very good at driving. There is only a gap between the cars. He can drive like a duck to water.

Hou Liang felt something was wrong. He quickly stepped on the pedal, turned the key, turned the steering wheel, and blew the accelerator. He drove the car half way out, blocking the road directly. At least the car can't pass here.

President Chen saw Hou Liang's action, and there was no displeasure in his eyes. Instead, he said with some appreciation, "this driver is very brave!"

The eyes of the middle-aged driver flashed a flash of light and accelerated rapidly. The speed of the black Rolls Royce soared madly, which could only tolerate the wind above the driveway of the next car.

President Chen doesn't seem to be worried about this. He has great confidence in the driving skills of middle-aged drivers.

Hou Liang looked at the black Rolls Royce that suddenly accelerated and rushed over. He sneered in his heart. It was really coming at me. Do you want to hit me? Hou Liang's eyebrows picked up, and he quickly turned on the turn signal, as if the car was going out. In this way, he had a reason to be hit, not to mention who would drive so fast in such a narrow lane? At that time, the responsibility is not on your side.

President Chen looked at Hou Liang's actions and couldn't help laughing, "this boy is really smart."

The middle-aged driver didn't mean to stop the accelerator, and even vaguely wanted to speed up.

Hou Liang is not afraid to hit me? Who is afraid of who! You are Rolls Royce, Lao Tze or limited edition Maserati!

Hou Liang fastened his body tightly with his seat belt and was always ready to open the airbag. Just when the black Rolls Royce was only about one meter away from Hou Liang, it suddenly came to an emergency stop and made a squeak.

Mr. Chen looked at the middle-aged driver beside him, and there was some cold sweat on his forehead. He sighed with relief and said, "clerk, you are going to scare me to death!"

It turned out that the middle-aged driver was called a clerk, a literary name, which was indeed somewhat consistent with his appearance. His eyes were directly staring at Maserati, where Hou Liang was located. His eyes flashed a light, and he shouted, "good courage!"

Mr. Chen couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat. If he had just hit it at their speed, they might have an accident. Fortunately, the clerk quickly braked.

What Chen Zong didn't know was that in maseratiri, Hou Liang's face was covered with cold sweat. His hands held the steering wheel tightly, but his strong perseverance made him not move a penny. He was gambling in his heart that the black Rolls Royce would not dare to bump into it. In fact, he was also right.

Hou Liang calmed down. He quickly took out a paper towel to wipe the sweat off his face. People bullied the door. He was too sorry for not going out and theorizing. He was also too sorry for Maserati under his buttocks.

Thinking so, Hou Liang angrily opened the door of Maserati.