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21The old relationship with the Master!

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After leaving the shop, they still had to walk a long way back to the car.

After walking for a while, Yang Chi felt that they were still looking at him strangely.

As a smart person, he naturally knew what they were thinking. They were probably disappointed because he had agreed to Jiang Qing's conditions so decisively just now.

He didn't want to explain, but they kept staring at him.

In the end, he couldn't help but turn around and explain.

"What do you know? This…You have to be extra careful when dealing with such a genius."

As he spoke, his gaze swept across the crowd.

The other three people felt the gaze and nodded repeatedly to show their understanding. However, their gazes did not change as they looked at the Yang Pool.

With this, Yang Chi's face could not help but turn red as he carefully recalled the scene just now.

My explanation seems to be a little weak

........

On Jiang Qing's side, after Liang Guan and the others left, he returned to his recliner and continued to read the high school physics book until it was around 12 o'clock.

He jogged back to his home not far from the shop for lunch, then returned to the shop to wait for business.

Although the seven modified cars had reached E-class, they did not earn much money.

That was to earn pocket money…

Because most of them were actually small problems that needed to be fixed. They were only modified to complete the mission. How could they dare to charge more?

At this moment, Liu Shun and his good friend, Hong Zhuo, were slowly walking over from afar.

"I wonder if Grandmaster has returned this time?"

Hong Zhuo sighed and looked at the shop in the distance.

During this period of time, Liu Shun and he would come here for a walk when they had nothing to do, hoping to get the master to modify the car slightly.

They had already witnessed the master's level when they passed the Qianjiang 125 previously. Under such circumstances, they would naturally come here from time to time.

It was just that he had come many times, and had never waited for Grandmaster to return.

Liu Shun sighed and shook his head when he heard this.

"I don't know. We've been here many times, but it's always the master's son.”

Ever since Liu Shun got the modified Qianjiang 125, he had his own motorcycle. He would go out for a spin with Hong Zhuo whenever he was free. Because of the Qianjiang 125, Liu Shun had recently become a little famous in the racing circle in Jiang City.

The video of the previous Jiang City Racecar had been circulating. Liu Shun would also go to the Jiang City Racecar whenever he had nothing to do. He could already be considered a regular customer of the Jiang City Racecar.

There would even be some rich second-generation heirs riding slightly more expensive motorcycles to compete with him, and his car was not inferior at all.

He could confidently say that almost no motorcycle under the price of 50,000 yuan could compete with him in bending control. He naturally had no intention of wanting a slightly more expensive motorcycle at the beginning.

That was because the expensive motorcycle might not be as good as his Qianjiang 125 in terms of control. Moreover, his 125 was even more eye-catching when he rode it, and the number of people who turned their heads was off the charts!

Unfortunately, after such a long time, he still could not figure out the secret of car modification.

Out of caution, he did not dare to rashly dismantle it. If he could not put it back later, it would be over.

Therefore, he could only come with Hong Zhuo to see if Grandmaster had returned from time to time.

After a while, the two of them arrived at the entrance of the repair shop. As usual, they saw Jiang Qing lying on the chair.

Liu Shun looked around and found that the lord was still not around. He was slightly disappointed, but he still asked Jiang Qing out of habit.

"Jiang Qing, is your father back yet?”

After such a period of time, Liu Shun also knew Jiang Qing's name.

Hearing this, Jiang Qing stood up from the recliner, looked up, and replied calmly.

"Not yet."

Jiang Qing was already used to seeing Liu Shun and the other two. He was already used to them coming to ask once in a while.

Although he had expected this answer, Liu Shun still sighed.

He hadn't expected that meeting Grandmaster would be so difficult. He had already asked for nearly half a month, but Grandmaster still hadn't returned.

"Let's go. He's still not here."

Standing at the door, Liu Shun tugged at Hong Zhuo after receiving his reply and was about to leave.

At this moment, a black commercial vehicle was driving in their direction from not far away.

He slowed down slowly as he approached the shop and stopped at the entrance of the repair shop.

The car door opened. Yang Chi, who was wearing a suit, got out first, followed by Liang Guan and Lü Nian.

Liu Shun and Hong Zhuo, who were standing at the side, were stunned when they saw this.

What was going on?

This area wasn't considered an urban area. It was a suburb at the edge of the urban area. Usually, there were very few cars passing by, especially this kind of expensive business car.

At this time, the commercial vehicle not only arrived, but also stopped in front of the repair shop.

No matter how he thought about it, it was unlikely that this commercial vehicle had anything to do with a motorcycle repair shop, right?

After a while, the two of them looked at Yang Chi and the others who were getting out of the car one after another. They all looked well-dressed. No matter how they looked at it, it felt a little out of place in this dilapidated car repair shop.

However, in the next moment, the two of them seemed to have thought of something and looked at each other at the same time.

Could it be that it was Grandmaster's past relationship?

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