September 16th.

The military training for freshmen is over and classes are about to begin.

For Zhou Chen, it doesn’t matter whether he attends class or not.

If you go to class, it will cause huge psychological pressure on the teachers and professors on the podium.

So Zhou Chen asked for leave from his counselor Lin Tuo and prepared to go to a 4S store near Jingcheng University to buy a car.

I am still a long way from the foundation-building stage and need a means of transportation.

It’s impossible to always ride in Zhang Bingnan’s sports car.

Zhou Chen would not buy a supercar because the chassis is too low.

When I drove back to my hometown to visit my grandfather during the National Day holiday, there were always a lot of gravel obstacles on the village road.

A few days ago, when Zhou Chen was treating a patient, some wealthy people wanted to give him a car.

However, Zhou Chen rejected them all because they were too high-profile.

The cars given by the rich are expensive and ostentatious.

At the beginning, Zhou Chen also wanted to keep a low profile.

But there was no way, Zhou Chen was still young, and finally he set his eyes on a hybrid GT coupe.

The chassis is relatively high, the maximum speed is also very fast, and the body is also quite handsome.

Since it is a GT series, it only has two doors and two seats.

"I don't have a driver's license yet. Can you let me drive for a while?" Zhou Chen said to the salesperson.

Since the 4S stores near Beijing University are relatively high-end, the sales staff there are also very good at judging people.

Zhou Chen looked very young and his clothes were rather ordinary, so the salesmen naturally mistook him for a poor car-loving guy who didn't have much money and just wanted to test drive something.

So when Zhou Chen proposed the idea of ​​a test drive, the salesperson, who already had a sullen face, gave Zhou Chen a cold look.

"Sorry, I don't know how to drive. Please find someone else." The charming salesperson smiled, said something to Zhou Chen, then turned and left. The moment she turned around, her smile disappeared.

The speed of contraction and expansion was so fast that Zhou Chen was speechless.

It seems that novels are indeed based on life, and people look down on others everywhere.

Do you want to show off and slap yourself in the face?

For example, he directly took out his Agricultural Bank card which had accumulated nearly 10 billion yuan.

Then he said pretentiously: This is my bank card at the Agricultural Bank of China, and it contains...

Zhou Chen thought about it and decided to forget it. No wonder those movies and TV shows always mentioned the Swiss Bank instead of the Agricultural Bank of China.

As soon as these words were spoken, the scene that was originally intended to be a perfect pretense but then get slapped in the face immediately lost its value.

Finally, a pure-looking young girl from the store came over and enthusiastically invited Zhou Chen to sit in the passenger seat.

She also felt that Zhou Chen couldn't afford it, but since she was an intern, she could practice her eloquence and satisfy her desire to drive a luxury car.

As the vehicle started, Zhou Chen closed his eyes and felt the performance of the car.

Actually, there was nothing much to feel. Zhou Chen didn't know much about cars, so he just watched how the salesman drove.

By driving for sales and combining the changes in vehicles, you can learn driving skills.

Zhou Chen would not waste time getting a driver's license. As long as he could drive, it would be fine. He already had a driver's license anyway.

After driving for a while, the salesperson was not so nervous anymore.

In her opinion, Zhou Chen was not a rich second-generation or something like that. He should be a student of Beijing University who liked cars and came to the 4S store to see the world.

So the conversation started in a relaxed tone: "I have a younger brother who is about your age. He also likes cars, but he can't get his driver's license until next year. His dream is to own a GT series car."

Zhou Chen chuckled: "So this kind of car is called a GT. It's really pretty good."

The two chatted casually, and the salesperson never mentioned buying a car or its price.

I planned to drive Zhou Chen back to Beijing University when it was almost time, and then drive the car back to the 4S store myself.

Suddenly, Zhou Chen, who had a smile on his face, suddenly turned cold and turned his head to look to the side.

They were now crossing an intersection, but on the left side, there was a truck fully loaded with cargo, which seemed to be out of control and was heading towards the car Zhou Chen was in.

Zhou Chen could guarantee that the other party was definitely coming for him.

Because of his powerful eyesight, Zhou Chen saw at a glance that the truck driver's eyes were full of madness.

There were several cars parked outside the zebra crossing at the intersection, waiting for the green light.

But the truck loaded with steel coils rushed over from behind and pushed the cars directly, causing them to crash forward uncontrollably.

Zhou Chen's reaction was so sharp that the power of his soul surged out immediately, driving his car forward and accelerating.

He narrowly avoided being hit by a truck.

The truck continued to push the cars forward and rushed towards the telephone poles on the side of the road.

Under the powerful impact, the cars were instantly scrapped and squeezed into a pile of scrap metal.

This was a truck fully loaded with steel coils, and the power of the impact can be imagined, causing the people in several cars to die instantly.

There is no way to save it, it has turned into meat paste.

As for the truck driver, his cab was also run over by the steel coil from behind, which was also extremely tragic.

It looked like a traffic accident, but Zhou Chen knew very well that it was a murder!

Zhou Chen immediately ordered the soul-eating queen to devour the truck driver's soul.

Through the innate magical power of memory reading, all the memories of this truck driver can be viewed.

"Nine-Sky White Tiger?" Zhou Chen murmured.

This is the name of the killer organization that the truck driver belongs to, which is full of Yanhuang style.

It seems that my cancer treatment has seriously infringed the interests of some people.

The person who sent the assassin to kill him is probably of a much higher rank than the vice president.

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