Chapter 361: Moga

Chapter 361
After coming out of the hospital, Ye Tianlong walked to the parking lot behind.
After Can Shou told Ye Tianlong that he had killed three hundred people, he fell into a long silence. During this period, his left hand shook uncontrollably twice, and he needed to be suppressed by his right hand to stop.
Although Ye Tianlong could continue to inquire and dig out the past of the incomplete hand, he gave due respect and stopped the topic in due course.
What Canshou wants to say, he will say it sooner or later, and if he doesn't want to say it, why bother to dig and hurt?
Ye Tianlong understood the feelings of Canshou very well, because deep in his heart he also had memories of reluctance to touch, so after a few chats, he put the fruit basket into Canshou's arms to say goodbye, so that Canshou could calm down by himself.
When Ye Tianlong was about to disappear, Canshou remembered something, and asked Ye Tianlong to go to the Antique Street tomorrow to get 50,000 yuan. He wanted to pay the debt first.
Ye Tianlong did not refuse, and smiled at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon.
Mingjiang in winter, the weather is not very good, although it is still morning, but the sky is gray, making people feel very dull.
Ye Tianlong rubbed his head to dispel the messy thoughts, and walked slowly towards the red Porsche. When it was three meters away, he saw a bicycle dangling by.
"Ha!"
The tattered bicycle with a lot of mineral water jars was too wide when it turned a corner, and it rubbed the Porsche bumper, leaving a trace.
The over sixty-year-old cyclist jumped down quickly, ignoring picking up the water bottle and lifting the vehicle, squatting down and rubbing the bumper with his sleeve.
He seemed to want to wipe off the scratches, but the more he wiped it, the clearer it became, and the bumper was a little bit concave.
If the non-mineral water bottle bears a lot of force, it is estimated that the marks will be more serious.
After rubbing it for a while, the old man in gray stopped his movements, frowning, obviously knowing that something was going on.
Ye Tianlong coughed and walked over: "Master, bumped the car?"
The old man in gray nodded: "I touched it."
Ye Tianlong glanced at him: "Can you afford it?"
The gray-clothed old man frowned: "Can't afford to pay."
Ye Tianlong scowled, "Don't run away if you can't afford it, wait for someone to come to you."
"Young man, are you going to pretend to be forced?"
The old man in gray looked at Ye Tianlong with piercing eyes: "Did I leave and you took out the key and drove the Porsche away?"
"Then pour a bowl of chicken soup for yourself: the biggest show off is not your wealth, nor your shrewdness, nor your means, but a simple understanding and consideration."
Ye Tianlong looked surprised: "Uncle, you are so amazing, you have discovered this."
"Young man, you can't do that."
The old man in gray sternly taught Ye Tianlong: "You seem to save me a sum of compensation, but in reality, it makes me irresponsible."
"I hit a luxury car this time and ran away without incident. Next time I hit someone, I might run away."
"Anyway, it was okay last time, and it may not be anything this time."
"If you run away and kill you, you will not only be sorry for the dead, but also for your uncle and me."
The gray-clothed old man landed and said: "I hit it, something went wrong, it's one thing whether you can afford to pay, but it's another thing to dare to take it."
"You can't turn me into an irresponsible person for the sake of your soul."
The old man in gray is upright: "You can't even spill this chicken soup around, it will bring bad social atmosphere."
Ye Tianlong was full of guilt: "I'm sorry, old man, what you taught is that it must not be like this in the future."
After speaking, Ye Tianlong didn't feel right. His car was hit by someone and he had to be reprimanded. He had to say sorry.
"Okay, if you know your mistakes, you will be a good boy."
The old man in gray patted Ye Tianlong's shoulder approvingly, then took out his wallet and drew out all the bills, ten yuan, five yuan, and a dime.
He squeezed it into Ye Tianlong's hand: "The business is not good today. It's only a few dozen yuan. You take it first, leave a WeChat, and tell me how much you repair."
"I will do my best to pay it back, it may take longer, but it must be paid off, okay?"
His eyes are powerful and his words are vocal, which makes people believe inexplicably, and he feels that he is much taller because of that responsibility.
Ye Tianlong looked at the banknotes in his hand, and he was slightly in a daze. He really wanted to take the dozens of dollars, but he was worried that he would be taught himself by the old man when he refused to compensate, so he counted it and accepted it with a smile:
"Master, I will accept these thirty-eight first, and the compensation in the future, take your time, don't worry."
"By the way, uncle, my name is Ye Tianlong, what is your last name?"
The old man in gray took his cell phone: "My surname is Cao, Cao Qiankun, come, add on WeChat."
Ye Tianlong poured a sip of water into his mouth, and then added the old man's WeChat: Cao Thief!
He almost squirted out the tea.
"Okay, I added WeChat, there is also my phone number on it, the car is repaired, remember to tell me."
The old man in gray put the phone back in his pocket: "I will give you the money then."
Ye Tianlong nodded: "Okay!"
After the old man dealt with the bumping car, he no longer entangled with Ye Tianlong. He moved the car that fell on the ground quickly and kicked the wheel to straighten it.
Ye Tianlong also helped him pick up the scattered bottles, and Cao Qiankun nodded to Ye Tianlong: "Young man, thank you, goodbye if you have a chance."
Ye Tianlong is polite: "Uncle Cao, goodbye."
Cao Qiankun pedaled his bicycle and left gracefully.
Ye Tianlong looked at him and smiled helplessly, then got into the car and stepped on the accelerator to leave.
Half an hour later, Cao Qiankun rode a bicycle into a recycling shop.
This factory occupies a very large area. There are a lot of scrap iron, paper skins and bottles in front of it, and three big dogs. It looks no different from an ordinary recycling store, but people with good eyesight will find that there are a few people who are watching in secret.
The light is loose and the dark is tight, highlighting the simplicity of the scrap shop.
Cao Qiankun parked the car in the yard, and a young girl rushed up. After calling a foster father, she sent the car and things into the west warehouse.
Cao Qiankun patted the dust on his clothes, then walked through the yard and house, to a clearing behind, where the popularity was much higher than the front.
Ten large pots with hot water in the pot, and a girl in front of the pot, who is constantly stirring the hot water with her hands, staring at a coin at the bottom of the pot.
Very primitive but very effective practice.
Seeing Cao Qiankun's appearance, the ten girls shouted together: "Hello, foster father."
Cao Qiankun smiled and nodded: "Hello everyone, keep practicing, don't be lazy."
"Foster fathers don't worry, they won't be lazy, they can't wait to practice their hands for 24 hours."
At this moment, the door curtain of a room opened, and a beautiful woman with a melon-faced face smiled and walked out: "Everyone wants to go to the teacher soon."
"It's so easy to go to a teacher."
Cao Qiankun smiled faintly: "We are not bus pickpockets, our journey is ultimately the sea of ​​stars."
"Foster father is getting more and more interesting."
The woman with a face of Guazi smiled: "Foster father went out hunting this time, is there any gain?"
"Of course, I ransacked all the 28 scalpers in Mingjiang Hospital."
Cao Qiankun's tone was very calm: "Let's say there are six hundred thousand, you go to the hospital bathroom tomorrow, and then donate it to people in need."
The girl with Guazi face smiled: "I understand."
"Today I went out and gained a lot, not just referring to this prey, but also meeting an interesting person."
There was more interest on Cao Qiankun's face: "I ran into that kid's Porsche, and the repair cost was less than ten thousand, but he pretended to be crazy and told me to leave."
"This kind of kind-hearted rich second generation is already quite rare. I didn't run away. I even reprimanded him and gave him thirty-eight yuan."
The woman with Guazilian was more curious: "Really? There is such a kind person? What is his name? If you meet him later, let him go."
Cao Qiankun took out his phone and called up Ye Tianlong's WeChat.
The woman with Guazi Lian leaned her head, her pretty face was instantly cold: "Ye Tianlong?"
Cao Qiankun was taken aback: "You know?"
"Of course I do."
The Guazi Lian woman sneered, "I know him even if he turns to ashes."
She still has a grudge about the indecent grandma.
The Guazilian woman took out her phone, called up a professional WeChat, and uploaded a young photo: "Foster father, let me add him to WeChat."
Cao Qiankun was taken aback for a while, not knowing what was wrong with his daughter, but still smiled and asked her to add Ye Tianlong.
The Guazilian woman added it. I thought it would be passed soon. Who knows, I immediately responded and refused:
Little Moga!