I really don't want to be a male god

Chapter 76 076. Can't go back home?
"That's right, this is your car, what about my car? Huh?" Zhang Fan shrugged his shoulders and asked the black man with his head sideways.

The strong black man reached out and scratched the curly short brown hair on his head, and replied with some embarrassment: "I drove your car to the garbage dump."

"That's right, then should you pay me a car? Is it a loss for you to replace Santana with a Porsche?" Zhang Fan liked this modified Santana very much. Regardless of the unremarkable appearance, he stepped on the accelerator. Faster than a Porsche.

Moreover, the body and glass of this guy are bulletproof, and the modification cost of this car is definitely not lower than buying a Porsche.

The strong black man felt that this was what happened, but he always felt that something was not right, and he couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.

"I remember! You drove my car away first! How did you drive my car away!?"

The strong black man finally remembered his purpose of going to Zhao Fan. He is a master of tracking and investigation. Zhang Fan actually stole his car under his nose. This is a great shame to him.

"It wasn't because you were following me, otherwise I wouldn't have driven away your car, and you didn't even take out the key when you left. Wouldn't it be normal for me to drive away?" Zhang Fan continued to be tempting and wanted to take the car away. The trap is in your hands.

This kind of modified car may be found out on the road, but it's not a special case if he doesn't drive it out.

In the future, this Santana will become his veritable chariot, with a strong core and low-key appearance, a must-have for the autumn famous mountain car god.

"That's not right. I scouted the surrounding area when I got out of the car. What you said is an insult to my profession."

The strong black man always felt that he couldn't keep up with Zhang Fan's brain when he talked to Zhang Fan. He obviously felt that Zhang Fan's words were very annoying, but he couldn't find a reason to refute.

This prevented him from venting the pent-up fire in his heart. It felt like someone mysteriously sent you a small link in the middle of the night.

You clicked on it with great anticipation, ready to enjoy it, but the opening song of "Teletubbies" rang on your phone.

"Are you strong in investigative skills?" Zhang Fan suddenly looked at the strong black man with sympathetic eyes, and asked him regretfully.

The strong black man didn't understand why Zhang Fan was looking at him like this. He quickly nodded and patted his chest and said, "I have assassinated many first-class special forces and killers. Aren't I strong?"

"Very strong?" Zhang Fan laughed contemptuously, "Then why were you discovered by a few young people just now?"

"Ah, this..."

The strong black man's face was suffocated like a red-hot briquette, and he even began to wonder if it was because he hadn't performed difficult tasks for so many years, which caused his level to drop?

At that time, after the garbage disposal worker turned around, the strong black man quickly attacked from behind, covering his mouth and controlling his hands for the first time.

But his walkie-talkie fell out. Who would have thought that there was an alarm on the walkie-talkie?
Who would install an alarm on a walkie-talkie?
Special forces and killers don't install alarms on walkie-talkies, do they?

"Okay, let's go down quickly." Zhang Fan pushed the strong black man, with an expression of "I really feel sorry for your ignorance".

The black burly man was pushed down like a puppet, deep in his heart he was thinking whether he had always been blindly confident, but in fact his level was not high?
"By the way, what's your name?" Zhang Fan felt that although this big guy was a bit stubborn, he was actually a pretty good person.

"These things are for you, they may be helpful to what you are investigating."

Zhang Fan was wearing the patched clothes that he had taken off from a homeless man.

He took out several mobile phones and some watch necklaces from his pockets, and after thinking about it, he took out a small gold leaf from his pants pocket.

These were all brought out by him from the dungeon called "Magic City Paradise" by some wealthy people. The information in these mobile phones may be valuable.

This value is for the strong black man. Anyway, Zhang Fan is not interested in investigating the truth, unless it is a system task.

As for watches and necklaces and rings, let's just make up for the difference, since he doesn't lack any.

The surging power of this modified Santana chariot is very much to his liking, so it should be a hand-made modification fee for international friends.

"My Chinese name is Wang Dazhuang, I will go back and drive your car back now, can you return my car to me?"

Wang Dazhuang accepted these mobile phones and accessories in a daze, and stroked the buttocks of the black Santana with some distress.

Zhang Fan raised the car window, said "I'll talk about it later" and walked away.

I glanced at my phone, it was two o'clock in the morning.

Driving in urban areas should not be too fast. Zhang Fan was deducted points for speeding last time.

At around [-]:[-] in the morning, he drove Santana back to Tomson Yipin Community.

At the door, he saw that the lights in his second-floor villa were still on. Jiang Xiaoxi should have fallen asleep by this time, right?
As a result, the little security guard on duty saw a Santana driving up, didn't raise his eyes at all, and naturally didn't open the door for him.

The little security guard made it very clear, either someone will pick you up, or wait for the property to issue a pass for you tomorrow.

Zhang Fan thought to himself that he had never been asked for a pass when driving a Rolls-Royce or a Porsche in and out before. He had never applied for a pass at all.

Calling my girlfriend at this time will disturb her rest, and when the property goes to work tomorrow, won't he be able to go back at night?
Looking at the tattered clothes on his body, how can he prove that he is the owner of Tomson Yipin?
After all, he won't take the real estate certificate with him.

Is it okay to prove that he is a rich man?
Is it just to show off your wealth?Zhang Fan thinks it's very simple.

"This is my friend's car, do you think this watch can prove my identity as the owner?"

Zhang Fan raised his hand and pointed at his Patek Philippe worth more than 1000 million. This watch, which even the appraiser couldn't put it down, thought it was a pity to use it as collateral, would it prove that he was rich?
"It doesn't work! Have you seen the bracelet on my hand? It's worth a whole house! Who doesn't know how to brag?"

The young security guard sat in the gate booth and pointed to the "rice bracelet" on his wrist, raised his legs and shook his legs.

It is said that there is such a thing as an electronic real estate certificate, but Zhang Fan didn't bother to look for it, and directly found out his bank card account information on his mobile phone.

"I'm really the owner here, do you think this can prove it?"

Zhang Fan opened the door and got out of the car, holding the phone and handing it over.

The little security guard took a closer look, and then said disdainfully: "Fake text message? What is your purpose?"

His reaction was quite normal. Zhang Fan was wearing shabby clothes and drove a cheap Santana, but the zero security guards behind the integer digits of the balance in the bank card couldn't count.

Is this reasonable?

"You hurry up, if you don't leave, I'll call the police!" The little security guard on duty took out his mobile phone and warned Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan didn't know whether to be happy or sad. It's a good thing to be responsible for the security of his own community, but it's very uncomfortable if he can't go home.

Zhang Fan, a domineering CEO with a net worth of hundreds of billions, was tearing apart commercial spies and kicking underground evil gangs. At this time, he got into trouble in front of a small security guard.

Just when Zhang Fan was thinking about staying in a nearby hotel for one night, it didn't make sense to make trouble with this responsible security guard.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, a beam of warm yellow lights came from the Tangchen Yipin community, and Jiang Xiaoxi, who was in pajamas, heard a sweet and soft voice.

"Zhang Fan, are you back?"

(End of this chapter)