car altar supreme

Chapter 65 Playing with Mystery

There was an empty parking lot at the main entrance of the Automobile Association building, and Mo Shanhe parked his car here and waited.

When he was bored, he jumped out of the car and looked around the car with his hands behind his back, showing the old man's style that his son and wife have always "sneered at".

He touched here and there, and of course I like the car my son gave me.

Listen to the deep and steady sound of the engine, see that the paint surface is clean and spotless, and check that there are no scratches on the front, rear, left, and right corners.Mo Shanhe nodded in satisfaction, it seems that his caring for his car was not in vain.

When he was proud, he took out a cigarette and lit it, leaned his butt against the headlights and relaxed leisurely.

It's a pity that he hadn't smoked half of the cigarette, but he saw Mo Shu and Zhang Aimin, the old and the young, walking out of the gate of the Automobile Association, looking displeased and disheveled.

Mo Shanhe couldn't help sighing in his heart, it's still the same, the style of the Automobile Association is still not far from what it was back then.

"What? Didn't go well?" Mo Shanhe frowned and greeted him.

"Hey, don't mention it." Zhang Aimin spoke first, with a sad face.

Mo Shanhe looked at his son again, only to see that his face was serious without saying a word.

Mo Shanhe knew that his son had this kind of personality since he was a child. Being loyal and caring for his friends is a rare and beautiful character of this child.

Usually, if others underestimate Mo Shu, they will not offend him, but if this person underestimates his friends, such as Zhang Aimin, a close friend who forgets years, Mo Shu will definitely feel irritated , Get angry.

Seeing his son being angry with others, Mo Shanhe felt a little distressed.

Who in the Automobile Association has the final say now, who actually insulted his son like this?Mo Shanhe really wanted to go up and meet him.

"Go home!" Mo Shu suppressed his anger and said.

Mo Shanhe blinked his eyes and didn't ask any more questions, but just opened the car door for Zhang Aimin.

"Brother, don't worry about me, I have a driver to pick me up." Zhang Aimin said politely.

"It's okay, buddy. I'll drop you off. The driver definitely didn't expect you to finish the matter so quickly." Mo Shanhe persisted for a while. He had clearly heard Zhang Aimin order the driver to go home first, and said that this matter might need to be discussed. first half day.

Zhang Aimin thought about it, so he no longer refused, and got into the back seat of the car with his head down.

Along the way, the three of them hardly communicated with each other. Mo Shu looked out the window in silence, while Zhang Aimin sighed occasionally, looking a little lost.

After a long time, Mo Shu suddenly let out an "ah". He realized that this was not the route to send Zhang Aimin home.

"I'll take you to meet someone." It turned out that Mo Shanhe had already made plans in his heart, and he had no plans to send Zhang Aimin home first.

"Who are you meeting?" Mo Shu felt a little conflicted in his heart. He had been angry with Zhu Tao, a hypocrite, so early in the morning, and now he was not interested in any strangers.

"You'll know when you go." Mo Shanhe looked at his angry son with a smile, thinking that the young man was still too impatient.

Sitting in the back row, Zhang Aimin heard the conversation between the father and son, and there was a look of anticipation on his face. It seems that this so-called "old ghost" senior in the car industry is going to show his true skills for his son's dream today and let him drive. vision.

After a long time, Mo Shu lost his composure again. He had already driven a lot out of Nanshan City, and the surrounding area was full of crops. Where did his father want to take him?

"Don't worry, it won't be fun to tell you in advance." Mo Shanhe still didn't want to reveal anything.

Mo Shu capriciously rolled his eyes, he couldn't imagine that his father would still play with him in a sense of mystery, he didn't tell anyone he saw, he didn't tell where he went, what kind of plot was he up to.

The car drove forward for another half an hour. Seeing that it was almost time for lunch, Mo Shu not only started to growl in his stomach, but also wanted to go to the bathroom urgently.
This extremely contradictory physiological reaction made Mo Shu completely lose his patience, and complained to his father: "Father, where are you taking us? Please tell me, or you can stop and let me take a pee on the side of the road." , I can't take it anymore."

Mo Shanhe laughed again, and said, "I'll be there soon."

Hearing this, Mo Shu looked around quickly. Isn't this still an endless crop field? Who can meet here?Uncle farmer?
"Dad!" Mo Shu couldn't stand his father's "teasing" him like this. If Zhang Aimin hadn't been sitting in the car, he would have expressed his dissatisfaction with a louder roar.

"Hush!" Mo Shanhe signaled his son to be quiet and listen carefully.

"What are you listening to? I can't hear any sound other than the croaking of frogs!" Mo Shu was so anxious that he almost peed his pants.

However, it seemed that there were more than just frogs, and Mo Shu suddenly stopped his noise.

It seemed that there was a car's exhaust sound coming from far away. Although it was faint, but based on Mo Shu's knowledge of cars, the exhaust sound seemed not simple.

Seeing that Mo Shu forgot his inner urgency and instead listened obsessively, Mo Shanhe snorted and drove away from the main road, turning into a winding and quiet country road.

Not only the sound of exhaust, but also music, as the car continued to move forward, Mo Shu could hear it more and more clearly.

It's a pity that it was classical music, Mo Shu pouted.

This style of music doesn't match motorsports. They usually listen to some explosive pop or rock music, or electronic dance music at worst.

However, how would he know that classics naturally have their own reasons.

When Mo Shanhe drove to the end of the path and turned right again, the scenery in front of him changed instantly.

Say no!What is this place?Mo Shu laughed in disbelief.

Car hell?Scrap car processing center?
I saw mountains of old scrapped vehicles on both sides of the road. Although there are some classic models among them, they are definitely obsolete models in their teens and 20s.

But continuing along the road, the vehicles piled up on both sides gradually changed.

The models are gradually getting newer, and occasionally a few vehicles are no longer so dilapidated.

Both Mo Shu and Zhang Aimin were a little dazzled, and couldn't help but fantasize about the person they were about to meet. How could he own such a large number of scrapped cars?

"Oh! Was that a 15-year-old red-headed God of War just now?" Mo Shu finally saw a young high-performance sports car.

"Huh? A full-size William SUV imported from the UK that was just updated in 16?"

"Also, the presidential coupe that just left the factory this year, a luxury car that costs more than 200 million yuan is thrown here!"

Expensive mass-produced cars appeared in front of Mo Shu. He regretted his disdain for his father and this place before. It seems that there must be some god-level figure hidden here.

This was not over yet. As their vehicle continued to move forward, a three-story villa appeared in front of Mo Shu.

What is even more surprising is that there are a large number of cars neatly lined up in front of the villa, all of which are the latest styles of luxury cars and supercars on the market.

Mo Shu glanced around for a while, but he was taken aback again. He found that all these luxury cars were performance monsters that had been modified a lot. Even if he put his RT500 in the middle, it was only an intermediate grade.

"Dad, is this a magical place?" Mo Shu asked with a click of his tongue.

(End of this chapter)