Zhang Heng didn't have to wait long before the modified car club returned.
The young man from the 911 came back with them. He walked towards Zhang Heng and reached for his pocket. Zhang Heng then took out his utility knife.
"It's a misunderstanding." The young man quickly raised a hand to show that he meant no harm. He then took out his mobile phone from his pocket. "You won the competition this time. The prize is a total of 240,000 yuan. What's your bank account number?"
"I haven't had time to get a bank card. Do you have cash?" Zhang Heng asked.
The young man was startled when he heard Zhang Heng's words. This master was indeed a master. He didn't even need a bank card. Perhaps only such a detached person could master such driving skills.
Wasn't it often described in wuxia novels? After practicing martial arts to a certain level, the next step would be the cultivation of one's state of mind. In the same way, a really good driver might be like this. It was difficult for those who hadn't reached this level to understand.
"You … Wait."
The young man turned around and began to ask for money. However, electronic payment was quite common nowadays. Even if they were rich kids, they wouldn't bring much cash with them. Basically, each of them only had three to five thousand yuan in their wallets for emergencies. After all, they usually swiped their credit cards for large sums.
So the young man only managed to come up with about 50,000 yuan after a long time. Judging from the ten-yuan note in the wallet, they must have tried their best.
"Don't worry. I'll call someone to send the rest." The young man patted his chest.
"You guys are in the car modification business. Do you know where I can repair my car at night?" Zhang Heng asked after accepting the 50,000 yuan.
He had crashed through the iron gate of a construction site with his Santana. It was an emergency at that time, and he couldn't stop to open the gate. However, it left a dent on the front of the car, and the tires and brakes were badly worn. Zhang Heng had to fix them before he could drive home.
"Yes, yes, yes. We have our own auto repair shop. It's open to the public during the day, and we tinker with our own cars at night."
"Well, ask someone to send the rest of the money there." Zhang Heng put away the utility knife.
Since the young man driving the 911 had a good attitude, Zhang Heng naturally had no intention of making things difficult for them. After all, strictly speaking, he was short of money tonight, and he wanted to make a fortune from these second-generation rich kids. So, he forced them to compete with him. Not only did they lose money, but they were also traumatized by it.
But when he understood why the young man was so polite to him, he was a little surprised.
This group of people actually wanted to hire him as a special consultant for the modified car club to teach them how to race. After all, according to the young man, he had never seen anyone drive a Santana so well in his life. This level was enough to teach everyone in the modified car club a lesson.
Moreover, the class was not for nothing. The club was willing to pay him 20,000 yuan every time he attended a modified car class.
Unfortunately, Zhang Heng did not enter this dungeon to earn money. The 240,000 would be enough for his future activities. No matter how much money he had, it would be meaningless if he couldn't bring it with him.
So Zhang Heng rejected the young man's invitation, but they still exchanged phone numbers.
After that, he completed the inspection and repair of the Santana 3000. After refueling, he parked the car in the garage before dawn and returned home with a bag of money.
…
"Did you … stay up all night again?"
On Monday, in math class, Bai Qing saw someone yawning and scribbling on a piece of paper.
Her voice was so low that Zhang Heng couldn't hear her clearly. "Hmm?"
"I say … Did you not sleep well last night? Do you have so much homework to copy? "
Zhang Heng blinked when he heard this. "… Ms. He is looking at you."
"Huh?" Bai Qing was taken aback. When she turned around, she saw Ms. He, who taught chemistry, looking at her. Her eyes were full of warning. Because Bai Qing was the study commissary, she did not lose her temper on the spot. If she were a student with poor academic performance, she would have started to enforce class discipline.
Bai Qing lowered her head in shame, not daring to say anything. When Ms. He returned to her seat, she poked Zhang Heng with her pen again. "You spoke too. Why didn't she look at you?"
"Because I didn't move my mouth just now." Zhang Heng demonstrated to Bai Qing. Sure enough, his lips hardly moved when he spoke.
"…"
Bai Qing was speechless. Some people, if you said that they were sleepy, somehow managed to keep track of the teacher's movements. But if you said that they were not sleepy, they would keep yawning.
However, since she was caught red-handed, she did not talk to Zhang Heng again. She obediently returned to being a top student until the class was over. When Ms. He left with her books, Bai Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Actually, you don't have to worry. She doesn't have the time to bother you," Zhang Heng said.
"Why do you say that?"
"Because she is worried about her own family life. To be precise, she is worried about her husband cheating on her. Now she is exhausted, and she doesn't want to get into any more trouble. She just wants to leave as soon as possible after class."
"Ha … How do you know that her husband cheated on her? Did you hide under her sofa last night? "
"I don't need to hide under her sofa to know that. It's very obvious. The teachers in our school rarely put on makeup, but today, Ms. He put on makeup for the first time. Usually, it takes at least 40 minutes to put on this kind of makeup, and the first class this morning is her class. Let me ask you, if you were her, would you be willing to sacrifice 40 minutes of sleep to put on makeup for the students in your class?"
"But that doesn't mean that her husband cheated on her, right?" Bai Qing thought for a while.
"There are only two reasons why a woman, especially a middle-aged woman, would be willing to get up early in the morning to put on makeup if it's not necessary for her work. Either she is meeting her lover, or she is meeting her rival. Judging from the lipstick she chose, she obviously prefers the latter. And she was particularly impatient today. She stomped her feet several times in the morning class, and she made a lot of noise when she flipped through her books. It doesn't look like she is excited to meet her lover."
Zhang Heng paused. "And if I remember correctly, Ms. He is a very controlling person. She controls the family's finances, and she is very strict with her husband. She checks on him every day. However, sometimes it's not a good thing to push her husband too hard, especially in front of outsiders. She shouldn't show off this kind of thing. It will bring a lot of psychological pressure to her husband. At this time, he needs a weaker and petite woman to regain his masculine dignity … and that's how the tragedy happened."
Bai Qing blushed. "How do you know so much about this kind of thing?"
"Emotional disputes are a big incentive for crime. I have studied crime before, so I know a little about relationships." Zhang Heng closed the notebook on the table.
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