Super Entertainment Tycoon

"What do you know?" The man looked at Xin Nan.

"Of course I understand! My friend used to be a race car driver, so he can only play on the street!" Lin Fan called out first, "Why, dissatisfied? If dissatisfied, come and smash with my friend! You doubt it in life, believe it or not!"

"Come on, I am the agent of the car god, and I promised for him, who will not come and his grandson! I want to see what the so-called racing driver has."

"Huh, what's the point of being bare-mouthed, dare you come to nod?"

"What color?"

"How about betting on one arm? You guys don't dare to, I tell you, my friend is a racer!"

Whenever the word racer is mentioned, Lin Fan bites his voice hard.

"What's not to dare? I'm afraid that you dare not!" These racing youths are also dumbfounded, and they don't care about the consequences when their tempers come up.

"We dare not? You are so funny, my friend is a racer, he can still lose compared with you guys? He will run ten of you in his heyday!" At this point, Lin Fan looked at Xin Nan again," Dude, are you right? Are you a racer before?"

"Yes!" Xin Nan could only grit his teeth and admit.

"Look, my friend said, as long as you win, he doesn't want to remove his arm, he can remove his limbs."

Hey! Hey! Hey! When did I say this! Xin Nan was in a mess.

"Okay! This is what you said, don't regret it!" The young man who claimed to be the agent of the car **** took out an intercom, "Car god, car god, please answer when you receive it, please answer if you receive it."

Yo, there is a password. Lin Fan complained in his heart.

"Received, please speak."

"Now you can go back, there is a professional driver coming to hit the field, the purpose is to remove your arm."

Spread the truth! This is the standard rumor! One thing spoken from different populations means several different meanings. Sure enough, when the car **** heard this, he was very angry.

"You let him wait for me! Let me see who dares to be so bold!"

There was a roar from the walkie-talkie, and then within a minute I heard the engine roar from the street. A modified car exuding a fiery red color came to a halt with a drift that seemed to be cool but low in Lin Fan’s eyes. Coming down... drew a scream.

The man known as the car **** is wearing a red driver's suit, with a helmet and gloves.

"Well, the car is not good, and the equipment is pretty complete."

The **** of the car took off his helmet, he looked like he was in his early twenties, and his face was full of anger: "Say, who will hit the place?"

"Hey, you are a car god, do you know that your tires should be changed!" Lin Fan began to yell again.

"Who are you? It's funny to say that my tires should be changed. Are you the guy who claims to be a racer?"

"I'm funny, you kid is arrogant or arrogant, my friend is a racer, he said you should change your tires and you should change your tires. If you don't agree, you can run fast, and then offer your arm!"

When Lin Fan stood there, he yelled with one hand on his hips and one finger at him, "Hurry up, kid, your arrogant arrogance makes me very upset, only your arm can solve my hatred!"

Am I arrogant? Who is arrogant about us? It’s always been you guys talking up there, alright!

When it comes to scolding the street, Lin Fan does not lose anyone, and can even compete with the protagonist of the nine-pin Zhima official. Che was speechless and could only find the place elsewhere. He did not go to Li Lin Fan again for fear of being caught The popular vomiting blood asked his agent, "Who is the racer."

"He!" The agent pointed at Xin Nan.

"Okay, come on, you want me to have an arm, right? Let's talk if you win!"

When things came to the end, Xin Nan was having trouble riding a horse. How could he have a car? He also said that his tires are drifting and jerky. He can't even drift. Fortunately, there is an excuse to use tonight, "I didn't Drive, how about tomorrow?"

"No car? We have a lot, you choose yourself!" the agent said. These young people who play drag racing do not consider the consequences. Since they said that they have to bet on their arms, let's gamble today.

"Choose a car?" Looking at the modified cars, Xin Nan was embarrassed, where would he look at the cars.

Lin Fanshen's assist started again, "Choose whatever you choose, my friend is a racer, he can tell at a glance what kind of bird your car is changed into, and you can't doubt life if you have to run!"

"Joke, hurry up if you have one!"

Ten minutes later, Xin Nan pretended to take a look around, and finally chose the car he thought was the best modified, um, the one with the loud exhaust pipe.

He doesn't understand this, he thinks that the sound of the exhaust pipe is loud and the engine is good. If you don't see the sports car, the sound is loud!

It's a mule or a horse. You can tell by pulling it out. Whether a person is a professional driver or not can tell from whether he can watch the car. After choosing the car, Xin Nan looks forced in the ridiculous eyes of most people. He drove the car to the starting line, he had already thought about it, and he slammed the accelerator when he waited, and drove as fast as he could. It was okay. He ran a hundred and nineteen yesterday.

When the countdown was about to begin, a white light suddenly lit up in the distance, and with the sound it made, everyone knew that another car was coming.

"Huh? Hearing this sound, a decent person came." Lin Fan lit a cigarette.

A silver-gray GTR approached.

"What kind of car is that!" This one million supercar attracted everyone's attention.

"GTR, it's a supercar, it's a supercar!"

"Oh my God, it turned out to be such a good car!"

The GTR roared to the front of the two racing cars that were about to start. A woman walked out of the car. She was beautiful and in good shape. This was a young, beautiful and rich woman, the ideal partner of a man, "Racing a car?"

"Woman, get out of the way," said the car god.

"How about taking me one?"

"Motor racing is a man's business. Women shouldn't get mixed up, and we are betting on one arm in this game!"

Hearing this kind of bet from the two, the woman already showed an indifferent expression, "Take me one, this car is yours if I win."

Men, there is no one who doesn't like sports cars. For men, the sound of sports cars is comparable to the sound of those **** girls in bed.

As long as you can win, this GTR is yours?

"Very well, you can join in." The **** of the car snorted.

"Will you lose?"

"We can't lose." The car **** has blind faith in himself, he doesn't think a woman can surpass himself in a car.

"If you lose, find a girl here and let me take it away." The woman glanced at both sides of the track. When she looked at Yi Yun, a smile appeared on her mouth, her tongue stuck out, and she licked sexy. Lips.

"Yes, but I can't lose, hurry up."