Old Lu was very tactful. He immediately got out of the car and took out something folded from the trunk. Before he could unfold it, Chen Tinghan stopped him and asked, "Map?"
Old Lu raised his head and said, "Didn't you say last time that things like mobile maps are really hard to use these days? I was thinking of getting you a real one."
Chen Tinghan suddenly glanced at Lao Lu, took the map, and without opening it, he turned around and stepped into the back seat of the car and said, "Let's talk somewhere else."
Old Lu got into the car, hooked the support, and suddenly laughed out loud.
He asked puzzledly, "What's wrong?"
"No, you don't know. I feel like I'm a spy right now, just like those movies on TV. You're my superior, and I develop my subordinates. That's what we do."
"I'll give you 2,800, and you'll work like a charm for me. How much will you give your subordinates? 100 each, right?"
"Yes! Two."
Chen Tinghan couldn't help laughing and said, "Damn it, you can even divide up the two hundred yuan. No wonder people don't work for you. You are really stingy. Okay, hurry up and leave. You can't even understand people, and you are a spy."
"Okay, sit tight."
......
"That's Chen Tinghan, the restless one. Hours before school was over, he got on his motorcycle and sped away."
In a car, Zhu Wenjing sat in the driver's seat with half of his hand outside to prevent the cigarette in his hand from smoking the little princesses of their Zhu and Lin families.
Lin Xueyan sat in the passenger seat, staring blankly at the young man on the motorcycle, who was getting farther and farther away and soon out of sight.
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