Strange as it may seem, Otto Long was cured right on time after twelve o'clock noon.
Suddenly the stomach does not hurt, although the body still has no strength, but at least the matter of scurrying is temporarily stopped.
Walked out of the suburban villa, a brand new Audi RS7 parked in front of me.
The close guard Sherry held his sword and clasped his fists, "Young master, it's all arranged."
OttoLong stood straight and glanced at the car, "This Young Lord is now a low-profile exit, for the effect of pretending to hit the face, he has to lower his status and pretend to be a usual loser. This way the effect of pretending afterward can be pulled full circle. Change the car, the lower-profile the better."
Sherry froze, "Yes."
A few minutes later.
OttoLong looked at the car in front of him, rubbed his chin, and fell into deep thought.
"Sherry."
"Young Lord."
"Is this the car you found for this Young Lord?"
"Yes."
OttoLong was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.
The car in front of him was called a car? It was a tractor!
And it was still a worn out diesel tractor.
"This thing ..."
Sherry said, "Young master, this is a Harvest brand tractor, diesel-started and dynamic. Low-key, simple, rustic and classless, just right for Young Lord."
OttoLong looked at Sherry, "You are really brainless, change one."
"No more."
"No more? Young Lord, time is running out, your schedule is rather full today, any further delay will not be enough."
OttoLong was half dead with anger: "Fine, let it be, anyway ... it's just a transportation tool."
"Please young master personally start this vehicle!"
"How does this ... start?"
"There is a rocker hanging here, insert the rocker into the start hole and shake the rocker vigorously until this tractor thumps and is about to jump up."
OttoLong grimaced and began to start this hand-cranked tractor.
OttoLong had never cranked this thing before and only knew how to use brute force, with Sherry next to him on hand to guide him:
"Young master needs to keep on exerting force, do not stop."
"Young master, hold on a little longer, it's about to catch!"
"Young master's bladder needs to swing vigorously, at this time you should go all out, make sure you don't hold back."
"Young Lord is truly a celestial being, Young Lord it's better for me to do it."
OttoLong sat on the tractor, so upside down that his internal organs were about to pop out of his mouth.
"Where did you find this crap?"
The sound of the engine was so loud that the two men could only shout and talk.
Sherry shouted, "From a farmer, purchased for the low price of ninety thousand dollars."
OttoLong shouts, "Ninety thousand dollars for this piece of shit?"
Sherry shouts, "Rest in peace young lord, it's about to rain."
OttoLong shouts, "Where's the switch for the soft top?"
Sherry shouts, "Young master is thinking too much, this is a tractor, there is no top, hard or soft."
OttoLong is completely enraged, "So what if it's going to rain now?"
Sherry shouted, "Young Lord, my subordinate has a plan."
"Speak!"
"Hold up."
OttoLong was furious: "Damn, it's lucky it's just a little drizzle, how far is it from the city? If it's just a drizzle, it's nothing."
Just as OttoLong's words fell, a thunderclap sounded, and the rain poured down, instantly turning the two of them into a soupy chicken.
At this moment, OttoLong was soaked to the bone and was chilled by the rain.
The vibration of the tractor made his internal organs are almost upside down to shift, already uncomfortable stomach, this time even more difficult.
Hands gripping the steering wheel and shaking like a sieve, OttoLong looked sad:
"Shit! Since yesterday, I've been going backward, I don't believe that there's no end to the bad luck!"
Sherry apologized, "Please don't talk nonsense again, young master!"
"I'm afraid of chicken hair! Is there anything more unlucky than now?"
"Young master, please be careful, there's a cesspool in front of us!"
"What?"
"Young master, Sherry is leaving first!"
"Sh... I FUCK!"
Rumble-!
OttoLong falls into the middle of the cesspool, sick to his stomach.
Sherry yells from the shore, "Young Lord, please get out of the pit as soon as possible!"
OttoLong roars, "Help, I've got my legs pinned down by this damn tractor!"
"Young master, the tractor is worthless, just throw it away, but young master, you're a man of gold, how can you stay in the shit pit for so long? Please make up your mind!"
"I said my leg is being pressed! Move it!"
"Young Master, I respectfully ask you to leave the pit!"
"Tractor! Shit! It's pressing on my leg! Move it! Move it!"
Sherry said awkwardly, "Why didn't you say so?"
"Move it!"
"Why didn't you say so earlier?"
"Move it!"
"Why didn't you say it earlier?"
...
FyrenZhang slept comfortably for a while.
When he woke up, he started thinking about life.
One couldn't just eat and wait for death, right?
Now that one couldn't escape, one could only stay and figure out how to cope with the plot afterward.
To cope with such a complicated plot, it is necessary to ensure that one has a good mental outlook, abundant physical energy and high energy, as well as a positive and sunny mindset.
So, hey, enjoying a bit of glory and prosperity was imperative!
Chloe followed him.
Two attendants pushed open the double doors of the large checkroom.
The god damned capitalist, it really is the joy of the rich, you can't imagine ah!
The checkroom was surprisingly more than ten meters deep.
On both sides until the top of the shed, there are exquisite cabinets.
The attendant pulled open the left one, which was full of all kinds of high-grade clothes, categorized according to the season, neatly arranged and hung.
The row on the right was pulled open, and it was full of all kinds of fancy shoes. Leather shoes, sneakers, casual shoes, beach shoes ...
Inside a cabinet, there were hundreds of high-grade watches, more luxurious than those in a watch store.
Inside a cabinet, there are all kinds of jewelry, suit cuffs, designer belts, pure gold rings, high-grade sunglasses ...
FyrenZhang took a look and told Chloe, "Donate all the clothes and shoes."
"All of them?"
"All of it."
FyrenZhang said, "Immediately tell my image designer that from today onwards, this young man is going to change his style and never get fancy again."
"Fyren, what style do you want?"
"A proper aristocratic look, the business elite kind of British style, that is, have you seen James Bond? That proper suit, Italian leather shoes, designer watch, white shirt kind of thing."
"Got it, I'll talk to the design team."
"Help me shop for a couple cars."
"What kind of sports car does Fyren want?"
"No sports cars, just a sedan and an SUV. Get a solid black, upscale one for the business car. Both the sedan and the SUV should be low-profile and more stable."
"Understood."
"Give me another villa, closer to home, decorated with a bit of artistic taste, don't give people the impression that you're a big spendthrift who can't see anything else but money."
"Yes."
FyrenZhang was complacent: "Arrange for speed and implement it as soon as possible."
"Yes."
Zaring laughed on the side: "Young Master Fyren, you are ..."
"Zaring, call me Fyren from now on.Fyren young master is a family name, I don't like it, I am a person who does business, call me Fyren from now on."
"Yes, Fyr...en."
Zaring is a bit reckless, but he is actually ice smart and extremely quick-witted.
Of course, it also depends on which aspect, if he can't do anything else, but kissing FyrenZhang's ass, he is definitely at a high level.
He is a loyal lapdog, and his style is brainless.
Of course, if it is really brainless, FyrenZhang would have already let him get lost.
If you don't have anything, you want to be a lapdog in front of the plutocrats? Is it your turn?
Things were almost arranged, FyrenZhang said, "Go back to the group, we're having a meeting today."
Sitting in the car, FyrenZhang held the champagne and felt great.
A business car of more than two million dollars, the main focus was the comfort and ease of the boss chair.
Crossing his legs, drinking champagne and looking at the eye-pleasing Chloe across the street, FyrenZhang was satisfied.
Today's Chloe, according to her own rules, wore a very short wrap-around skirt and flesh-colored stockings.
Chloe really looks good!
The more you look at her, the better she looks!
She obviously has thick eyebrows and big eyes, but she gives off the impression of a rebellious and aggravated girl.
But the contrast between the two is even more seductive and criminal.
It s like ... like it s some female actor.
Obviously big tall, long legs, sexy, dignified, atmosphere. But it is always a look of a wounded bird, as if actively hooking you to bully her, to control her, to operate her, to violate her.
ElizaLeng is dignified and atmospheric, XenaXu is dynamic and lovely, and CoraChen is steady and graceful ...
But only Chloe, seems to be able to pry the conquering desire in men's nature, is this woman, let you want to bully her anytime, anywhere, or else a fire in the heart will not be able to release the same.
She is not only seductive enough, but her temperament is too special and unique.
One in a million!
That is a woman's inner charm, and is a very primitive, very pure physical level of soul-catching attraction.
FyrenZhang made up his mind!
[No, this woman, I have to get rid of her earlier.]
I can't go on like this, ordinary people really can't handle it. Besides, I'm not an ordinary person, I'm his boss, she is used to my obedience, if I want to bully her, I think she will not resist for the sake of her mother.
Scary is scary at this point.
A lot of people don't do bad things because they don't have the ability, the opportunity, or the guts to do bad things.
The current FyrenZhang, who had both the ability and the opportunity, was truly afraid that one day he would eat his bear heart and gall and step out of the minefield.
At that time, he was not far from being slapped to death by the protagonist.
Chloe was terrified.
What? I've worked so hard, why is Fyren still trying to kick me out?
If you can't carry ... it, don't carry it!
People already know you're a good person and know you care about me in your heart. Anyway, I'm your secretary, boss and secretary ... isn't that normal!
Oh my god, what am I thinking? I didn't used to be like this!
I used to be a good clean girl. If I wanted to take this step, I would have done it a long time ago.
What's wrong with me today? How dare I want to seduce my own boss!
The two people have their own thoughts in their hearts.
At this time the car a sharp brake.
FyrenZhang is frozen Zoey it, this sharp brake let his hands of champagne are spilled Chloe chest to go.
FyrenZhang shocked, and quickly reached out to wipe: "Sorry sorry, this car how to drive the ...".
Chloe was too scared to move: "Boss, it's okay ... I ... I don't ... Boss don't ah... ...Boss you hate ... don't need to pinch, I'm not the chest into the water ..."
FyrenZhang then felt that he should not have reached out, "I'm sorry I'm sorry, I really didn't mean ... the wine or the hand."
In order to transfer the embarrassment, FyrenZhang angrily said, "Zaring, how the fuck do you drive?"
Zaring said, "Fyren, a tractor got in the way, I will scold him."
FyrenZhang and Chloe were in the car sorting out their clothes plus apologizing.
Zaring, on the other hand, stepped out of the car and took a look, hey, it's not an outsider!
OttoLong!
Zaring walks up to OttoLong: "Shit! Who the hell do I think it is? It's you? Are you blind? Can't you see the car? Do you know how much this car costs? You couldn't even afford to pay for a scratch on the paint!"
OttoLong looked at Zaring with a cold smile, "Oh, FyrenZhang's lackey?"
Zaring laughed, "That's right, count on you to know what you're talking about!"
OttoLong froze, "I'm flattering you? Do you still want some face?"
Zaring was about to speak, but he felt that the flavor was wrong!
"What the hell? Why does it smell so bad? Did you fall in the shitter?"
OttoLong's mouth twitched, saying, "You're a fortune teller on the side, aren't you?
FyrenZhang in the car to Chloe wipe chest ... champagne stains, look up, the man across the street ... I shit ah!
OttoLong! The leading man!
Come out!
And Zaring is being a deadbeat, constantly insulting OttoLong.
FyrenZhang dropped the tissue and gave it to Chloe, "Wipe yourself."
"Fyren, you help me, I'm ... hello?"
FyrenZhang pushed the door to get out of the car and shouted, "Stop! Please spare my life!"