I definitely can’t lend it to my father to drive.

Han Chudong was still hoping to add fuel to the fire and gain some favor from Miss Bergman. He didn't want the other party to be a materialistic woman, but at this stage it would be better to try to do the best.

The compromise is to send Han Yiqiang to work and let him drive to his heart's content on the way. We can talk about changing the car later, as it is not possible today anyway.

The exhaust system has been specially designed, and there is a slight buzzing sound when you step on the accelerator.

Its performance cannot be compared with sports cars like Ferrari, but it is already very good as an ordinary car at present. The shape is also cool enough, and you can see that many passers-by will briefly look at this car.

"We took out all the money you used to marry your wife, but you used the money you earned to buy a car first. That's a bit unfair."

Han Chudong's father clearly liked this car, but he kept nagging and scolding his son.

What can I say, that's his personality.

After spending so much time together, they have gradually gotten used to each other and have mastered the skills to get along with each other. Han Chudong did not continue the topic and asked instead: "It's not a good thing for you to just hang around in the police station. Don't you want to climb up a few more steps? If it keeps on like this, why not quit and help me manage those stores? You will definitely earn more than you do now."

"Hey! I haven't made any money yet, so how can I be sure that I will earn more than my current salary? I would like to move up and move my office into the city hall, but how is that possible?

To put it bluntly, we are just like the police officers in the colonies. The higher-ups want to use Asians to manage Asians, but they are too lazy to manage them as long as there is no trouble. No matter how well you do your job, your chances of promotion are still smaller than those of white people. I have never seen any Chinese people get promoted to senior positions. They just hang around in Chinatown. My position is about to end."

"That's why I asked you to change jobs and come to help me. You don't have to endure the bullying anymore and you can leave work whenever you want. How great is that."

"Let's talk about it later. I'm not busy at work, and I'll definitely find time to help you then.

But let's make it clear now, you still have to do the work, don't always count on us. Although my job doesn't pay much, at least I have some power, and I haven't embarrassed you, so it's not your turn to worry about it."

I feel annoyed when I talk about the bad things that happened in my career.

Father Han took out a cigarette from the chest pocket of his shirt, put it between his lips, lit it with a lighter, and then opened the car window.

When he meets acquaintances, he deliberately greets them, for fear of ruining his newly bought car. He is so proud.

Han Chudong also leaned against the car door.

A group of motorcyclists passed by. Among them was a white man with tattoos all the way to his neck. When he saw Han Chudong, his expression suddenly turned ugly, as if he was furious.

He whistled, pointed at the Mustang, rushed to the front, stepped on the brakes, and blocked the motorcycle across the road.

There were more than ten people in the motorcycle gang.

In daily life, you help me and I help you, but now that my partner has encountered problems, they all stop.

Suddenly there were so many motorcycles on the road that Han Yigun was so scared that he stepped on the brakes immediately. He was about to get off the car to argue with the group of people, but he didn't expect that the other party came over first with a thick iron rod in his hand.

He first recalled whether he had made any enemies recently. After finding that he had not, he immediately cast an unfriendly look at his son and asked, "Damn it, what have you done recently?"

Han Chudong said blankly, "I'm just doing business honestly. I'm a good citizen. Don't try to pin this shit on me... Eh? I think I know this guy with the iron rod. Do you remember last time I was in a coffee shop, your colleagues helped me catch two white trash, and this guy was one of them."

As soon as he finished speaking, the guy actually took an iron rod and hit the hood of the car, pointing at Han Chudong and asking him to get out of the car.

The new car was hit by a stick, and Han's father couldn't control his temper anymore.

After the car door was opened, the man on the motorcycle smiled and tried to stop Han's father, swearing, "Old man, it's a nice car. Come down and lend it to me for a few days. I'll return it to you when it's broken."

Han Yigun was only wearing a white shirt.

Seeing the other party reaching out to pull him, he immediately took out his revolver and pointed it at the guy's forehead. He was so angry that he laughed: "You dare to rob me without asking? LAPD! Everyone, put your heads down, squat down, now! Squat down!"

Next to him, Han Chudong was already going crazy with joy.

The last time he was in trouble, his dad’s colleagues and friends were sitting at the next table, and this time he fell directly into his father’s hands.

When his father fired a warning shot, some of the motorcycle men who had already drawn their weapons immediately became intimidated, especially after hearing the word LAPD, and they squatted down with their heads in their hands.

They were all experienced people who knew that if they didn't do as they were told, they might really get shot.

Seeing the gun pointed at him, the white man, who had suffered a loss last time and was preparing to take revenge this time by taking advantage of the crowd, immediately dropped the iron rod, knelt down, and hugged his head with his hands.

I was already feeling confused, thinking that I really shouldn't come to Chinatown. It was much worse than their community, and I would suffer every time I came.

There were many passers-by who were not afraid of death. They gathered around to watch the fun and talked about it.

"Hey, isn't this Han Sir? Congratulations! You got lucky right after you went out and caught a bunch of people!"

"So fierce, I thought I was watching a movie, but he doesn't look like a good guy, are he going to clean up the gang?"

"Who cares? They're all white people. They're tired of living and dare to come here to cause trouble."

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

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Mr. Han had good hearing. After hearing this, he coughed dryly and asked them to squat in a row along the roadside.

He held the gun with both hands, posing in a more handsome posture, but unfortunately his fat middle-aged body was too greasy, and he looked just so-so, not handsome at all.

Han Chudong looked at the smashed hood, which had a small dent. He was very upset to encounter such an unexpected disaster. He walked to the side of the road and said angrily: "Assault on police officers! Robbery! Disturbing public order! Logically speaking, you should all be arrested. The motorcycle should be checked, and the people should be checked as well.

But, I'm in a good mood today, just compensate me for the mental damage and car damage, and let it go. I just bought the car for $4,000 yesterday, so after factoring in the depreciation, it's not too much to ask for $1,000 in total, after all, my old man's foot was injured, so the medical expenses are also included in it."

Father Han only handcuffed the man who smashed the car. He was a little puzzled when he heard this, and looked down at his feet. There was clearly nothing wrong with them.

If you think about it a little more, you will understand it immediately.

He shamelessly cooperated: "Yes, my toe hurts a lot. Let's reconcile privately or just go back with me and talk. You can choose one yourself."

The leader almost hated the guy in handcuffs.

Why did he stop his gang and stop a detective? Wasn't he courting death? Nothing happened to him before, but now he was treated as a joke. He didn't dare to do anything else and could only squat on the street with his head in his hands.

He knew that Han Chudong was asking for a high price at the Lion, and it was just a dent that could be repaired and repainted for about ten dollars, but now he was in a weak position.

He said in a hateful voice, "Andrew should be held responsible for what he did wrong. I will take his motorcycle as compensation. I also have over a hundred dollars on me. I will give it all to you. Deal?"

A relatively new Harley.

Han Chudong tried sitting on it. It was almost time for her appointment with Miss Bergman, so she simply nodded and said, "That's it, but we have to sign a settlement agreement. You go first, and he can stay."

The motorcyclist named Andrew was so heartbroken when he saw the boss made the decision to use his beloved bike as compensation that he almost cried, but he didn't dare to say anything.

Leaving his father here to deal with the problem, Han Chudong drove away first after waiting for other police officers to arrive.

I have more than a hundred dollars on me, so I feel like someone is sponsoring my expenses today. I am in a good mood...

It's 38 degrees and there's a power outage. I'm going to melt. I'm going to go out to find electricity now. The next chapter will be a little later. ╮(￣▽￣““)╭