"Is this too high-profile?"

At the door of the old-fashioned community, Zhang Hong frowned.

"What's the problem?" Lin Muqing, who tied a high ponytail and put on jeans and a white shirt, folded her hands on her chest as if nothing had happened.

She looks much refreshed today.

But he still had a cold face.

Maybe she was born that way?

But Zhang Hong has no intention of admiring her dress now.

"No, no, no, this is a big problem."

He rubbed his hair and pointed at the blue-purple painted Lamborghini in front of him: "Are you going to drive this car to the set?"

He could only recognize the car logo. As for the price of the car...

Anyway, it’s seven digits, and the first one is not one.

He doesn't know the rest.

After all, if he couldn't afford it when he was born, there's a high chance that he won't be able to afford it in his lifetime.

Then why do you care about the price?

Five million and nine million are the same to him.

I can't get it together anyway.

And even if you really have millions, you can’t use all the money to buy a car, right?

Only a mentally retarded person would do that.

Seemingly seeing something, the tall pony-tailed Bai Fumei tilted her head slightly: "Can't you...?"

Suddenly she seemed to think of something, took out the car key and handed it to Zhang Hong: "You drive it."

She thought maybe Zhang Hong would think it was shameful to ride in her car.

Zhang Hong said helplessly: "Miss, please don't mess with me. The film and television city is in the eastern suburbs, and you want me to drive a car with such a low chassis on the broken roads? I can't afford to pay for the scratches."

Is it sour?

Of course it's sour.

But he didn't show it.

Men just like to pretend to be strong.

Lin Muqing nodded to express his understanding, then turned around and walked back to the community.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Hong asked from behind.

Twisting her ponytail, Bai Fumei showed a puzzled expression: "You are riding an electric bike, why are you standing still?"

Two minutes later, Zhang Hong was riding an electric bike and turned around: "No, do you really want to ride an electric bike?"

"That's not it." Sitting sideways in the back seat of the electric car, the high-ponytailed man urged: "Hurry up, it's not good to be late."

"No." Zhang Hongte wanted to take out a cigarette, but the eldest lady was sitting in the back seat. If he lit a cigarette, the smell of smoke and ashes would definitely fly to her face, so he held back, "I mean

, the electric car is not charged, and now it consumes double the electricity for two people, and I’m afraid I won’t be able to get back.”

"..."

Lin Muqing didn't say anything, but looked at Zhang Hong with the look he had yesterday, "Looking at me with disgust while lifting up her skirt."

"Okay..."

Zhang Hong sighed, turned the key, and the electric car battery made a "wuwu" sound.

Then, drive out of the community and head towards the eastern suburbs.

The whole journey was silent.

In April in Los Angeles, it’s hard to say whether it’s cold or hot.

The temperature is in the early 20s and the sun is shining brightly.

Thanks to the number restriction policy, the blue sky and white clouds are quite clear.

On the quiet and deserted road, the gentle breeze brought by the electric car blew past the bangs in front of Lin Muqing's forehead, and also caused the high pony tail behind her head to flutter in the wind.

The whole journey was silent, neither of them made a sound.

I don’t know whether it’s because I enjoy the quiet time while traveling, or because the atmosphere is awkward and I don’t know how to speak.

In fact, it was neither of them. They were both thinking about the crew.

Zhang Hong was thinking about reviewing actors for a while, while Lin Muqing was thinking about how to use his talents to impress Zhang Hong.

It wasn't until fifteen minutes later that the two were stopped.

What stopped them was an old couple with gray hair.

Neither of them knew this old couple and had nothing to do with them originally.

But they couldn't leave.

Because neither the old man who is lying two meters in front of the front wheel of the electric car nor the old lady who is sitting next to Zhang Hong's electric car and grabbing his handlebar will agree.

Zhang Hong ignored the aunt, he squatted directly in front of the uncle, took out a cigarette and handed it over: "Uncle, why bother? What's the point of touching porcelain and touching me, a common man riding an electric bicycle? I can't pay you much money."

, you might as well pick an off-road vehicle or something, and then you can make a lot of money.

And you’re two meters away, so you can’t even pretend to be anything like it. Why don’t you just lie under my wheel and let me break your arms and thighs or something.”

The uncle who was lying on the ground and groaning wanted to take the cigarette from Zhang Hong's hand, but he didn't expect that this was Zhang Hong's fake move.

This kid put the cigarette in his mouth with his backhand and lit it.

He even sprayed smoke in his face.

"Ahem... My old man is not stupid! You want me to collide with an off-road vehicle? You are going to die, old man!"

As he said this, the old man persuaded me earnestly: "My child, I am at the end of my rope. I won't cheat you, so why don't you just give me a hundred and eighty yuan so that I and my wife can eat? We both haven't eaten for a day.

Something."

Zhang Hong was unmoved, and took out his cell phone with his backhand: "Uncle, don't be embarrassed here, hurry up and tell me the phone number of your baby, and I will have someone come over and take you two back to live happily ever after."

Zhang Hong is an ordinary office worker.

He hates trouble and is kind-hearted.

If the old man and his wife are really in trouble, as long as it doesn't affect his life, then the hundred and eighty yuan will be fine.

But one thing is that he must take the initiative to give it, not you.

It's just like a blind date.

When I spend money for you, I have to take the initiative. If I am willing to spend money for you, it is my willingness.

But you can't ask for it.

No matter how much the money is, it will not be spent happily.

Lin Muqing didn't care about the howling old lady sitting on the ground. Instead, he walked to Zhang Hong, took out his cell phone and said calmly: "Call the police."

Then she glanced at the cigarette butt held in the corner of Zhang Hong's mouth, frowned, and showed a look of disgust, but said nothing.

"Don't!" The old man sat up in a sit-up, "Don't! We really have our reasons for this!"

He was also scared when he saw one of them was expressionless and the other was holding a cigarette and staring with dead eyes.

Sighing, the old man raised his head and said, "Little brother, can you give me a cigarette?"

Zhang Hong handed over a cigarette.

The old man took the cigarette and lighter, took out the sponge filter and threw it away, then held it in his mouth backwards and lit the cigarette.

The light of the fire covered his blurred eyes.

He talked about the past.

"Actually... we were abandoned by our children and they severed ties with us."

Zhang Hong raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Could it be that you or the aunt are terminally ill, and the children are fighting over the family property, so they abandoned you? Or is it because you two are partial to the younger son, which leads to family conflicts and they are fighting over the family property?

?”

After thinking about it, these are the two reasons.

"Actually, it's not the case." The old man blew out a puff of smoke and blushed, "It's just that... you know the sunset red, right? Well, that's why they objected."

Zhang Hong: "..."

He was vague, but Zhang Hong understood.

He flicked the ashes from his cigarette and said, "Just the sunset is red, I understand."

This is also a very common thing.
To be continued...