Chapter 535 Do You Really Want to Make Things Difficult for Me Today?
Director Wang kicked the other tire of the car, and then, to everyone's shock, that tire also exploded.
"Director Wang, you..."
"It's not our fault."
Jiang Zhiyuan gloated and waved his hands.
"Director Wang, Director Wang, the great director, his feet are really powerful. One step on the accelerator and the tire bursts. Another kick and it's ruined again."
After singing, she turned back and looked at Sister Xu happily.
"How's Sister Xu? My improvisation skills are pretty good, right?"
Stared at by Director Wang with a murderous look, Sister Xu forced out a stiff smile that she had become very skilled at.
"Shut up, Xiaobao."
The other two were very supportive and sat down with slaps of their hands. The loud slaps were like real slaps in Director Wang's heart.
"It's amazing that it's so catchy in such a short time."
"Director Wang, you should reflect on yourself. You were the one driving the car and kicked it. It has nothing to do with us."
Wang Dao had curled himself up into a ball, gone to a corner, and started squatting on the ground, drawing circles.
"I'm not saying anything harsh about you, but Director Wang, how could you be so stingy? You didn't even drive a nicer car to pick us up. Look at the tattered state your car is in."
Jiang Zhiyuan walked to Director Wang's side and squatted down, tilting his head and firing his gun right at Director Wang's face.
"If you don't have money, just tell me. Although I can't lend you a thousand or eight hundred, five hundred is no problem."
Director Wang avoided her gaze and silently turned his head to the other side.
"Speak up, Director Wang, why aren't you talking? Oh, don't be so autistic.
Don't worry, we all understand you. It's not your fault that you have bad luck. "
Jiang Zhiyuan continued to use his ultimate skill close to the opponent's face, and even went around to the other side of Director Wang.
Director Wang chose to lower his head and not look at her, but the person actually bent his waist 180 degrees and opened his mouth close to her face again.
"Do you really have to make things difficult for me today?"
Director Wang is so full of resentment that he could dance with Sadako's pen fairy.
"Director Wang, your words really hurt my heart. I'm just concerned about you.
Look at the three of them, which one of them has ever truly cared about you, except me! Director Wang!
Jiang Zhiyuan pointed at the three people with great sorrow, and the three people all looked up at the sky.
"Tell me, why did you do this today?"
Wang Dao didn't believe that she was truly doing this for his own good, so there could only be another reason: this person must have other intentions.
"Today is considered overtime. After all, our show should have ended long ago...
So can the price be raised a little bit? I am now considered a traffic flow, you"
Before Jiang Zhiyuan could finish his words, he was interrupted by the person opposite him.
"Stop, shut up. Money is more important than life. Do you want my life?"
Director Wang made an S gesture and then turned to the other side, not wanting to give this person any chance to speak.
Just as everyone was looking at each other in silence and starting to pick up stones from the ground to play with, an agricultural tricycle rumbled over.
Sitting in the car was a dark-skinned, smiling old man.
"Hey guys, your car breaks down? Do you need help?" The old man greeted them warmly. At that moment, the five of them thought they had seen their savior.
"Uncle, our car has a flat tire. Can you help us contact a car repair shop?"
Director Wang quickly stepped forward to ask, and just called someone nearby, but they all said that it would take at least two hours for them to arrive.
"Hey, it's easy. My son does this job. Wait a moment, I'll call him over."
As the old man said this, he started the tricycle and drove away.
"This gentleman is really timely!"
Zhao Tangtang put her hands in her pockets and wanted to kowtow to the old man three times. He was simply her savior.
"It seems today's luck isn't too bad."
The young assistant turned around excitedly, holding a small flower that he had picked from somewhere in his hand.
The audience in the live broadcast room sighed when they saw this:
[Oh my god, they really got such bad luck. This isn't fair. Shouldn't they always be unlucky?]
[It didn't even take more than 10 minutes to meet a savior. This doesn't make sense at all. What's going on? Is my Aoxiemen constitution failing?]
[Ahem, should we give them some face?]
What's the point of giving them this? It's just for face. They can't even cook noodles.
[Well, the joke above is a bit too cold, and the plot is a bit old, but the heart wins.]
Soon, the old man and his son arrived at the scene. Five people stood in a row, staring at the old man's son quietly.
A man who looked to be in his early 30s was dragged out of the car by his father. He was holding a clipper in his hand. Yes, a barber's clipper.
"Dad, what are you doing? I'm cutting hair for a customer over there. Why did you suddenly drag me here?"
There were some fallen hairs on the elder brother's body, it seemed that he was really cutting someone's hair just now.
"You little bastard, your dad can't order you around anymore, right?
If you dare to say a word of truth today, I will peel off your skin and hang it on the beam to dry."
The old man's voice suddenly changed from his gentle tone just now, so loud that it scared everyone present. The five people took a step back in unison.
"Okay, okay, then why did you pull me here? Are you going to cut their hair?"
As the eldest brother spoke, he looked intently at the five people who were already three meters away from them.
"Whoever wants a haircut hurry up, I'm in a hurry."
The five people shook their heads in unison.
Everyone knows that getting a haircut is a gamble these days, and there's no worst, only worse.
He looked like a decent person before the haircut, and he still looked like a decent person after the haircut.
It seems acceptable to put on makeup before the haircut, but after the haircut, tell me who has this afro with instant noodles?
"Dad, you see no one wants a haircut, so I'll leave first."
The eldest brother didn't seem surprised at all. The five of them turned their heads and wanted to get in the car and ask his father to take him back, but the old man pulled him in front of the car very forcefully.
"Cut your hair, you big-headed devil! I told you to come here to fix the car."
"Dad, you have the guts to say it again... Repair the car? I'm just a junior high school graduate, and you want me to repair the car?"
"Didn't you call me a few days ago to tell me you fixed so-and-so's car? How come you can't do it again today? I'm telling you, don't underestimate my memory."
The old man's face was full of thoughts like, I don't believe you, you must be fooling me, you little bastard, I'll beat you to death when my son gets home.
"Haha, if you think the QQ Speed car in the game is the same as the car in real life, then I can try it too."
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