Chapter 745
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Qin Guan tied the black helmet with a rope and adjusted the German wind-proof eye mask to the most comfortable position before buckling it on. He wrapped a cool scarf under the bridge of his nose to complete his most eye-catching outfit.
Only then did he explain it to her slowly.
'Our Cherokee is scrapped. It's been so many years. It's still on the way to the 4S shop. I got it from Bu Qinglu. What do you think? I'm handsome, right? "
"Let me tell you, recently, the young people in the capital have been playing this kind of game. Those people in the literary circle are all playing it."
"Look, look at the number plate behind my Love Ride?"
Cong Nianwei put on her red helmet and got on the rickety cab. She turned around and saw the dazzling number plate on the back of the cab.
'Jing A 521521'
The black words on the yellow background were very obvious.
"Yes, what do you mean?"
Cong Nianwei put on the last card and wrapped her white scarf around her. Then she sat down on the side seat.
Not to mention, this seat was wrapped in genuine leather. Apart from the air leakage in all directions, the lower half of the body that was wrapped in it was very stable and comfortable.
Looking at the undulating motorcycle, Cong Nianwei immediately abandoned her only good impression of Master Qin's new ride.
Qin Guan put on his black leather gloves and gave her a thumbs-up to show off.
'This is a special number plate for motorcycles on the road. It has been stopped in the capital city. I found a key person to help me get it.'
'When you weren't here, Bu Qinglu and I went to the bar street near Tsinghua University to poach singers for the club. Guess who was lured out by your husband?'
"Who?"
Something that could be lured out by a number plate probably wasn't anything good.
"Gao Xiaosong is from a rich family, but he is different from Master He. He is from Tsinghua University. He is engaged in scientific research and literature."
"He is the real stubborn guy. He is not arrogant at all. He put his arm around my shoulder and acted like a good brother. Why did he have to cut off my license plate?"
That's because someone's eyeing your license plate!
Looking at Cong Nianwei's disdainful expression, Qin Guan stepped on the tricycle and turned to the front. "I'm not that stupid. Gao Xiaosong didn't get anything from me, but he became my brother somehow. Ha ha ha! "
"Let's go!"
"Rumble!"
The roar of the motorcycle was accompanied by the collapse of the frame. The throttle of the handlebars slammed down, blasting this modified and powerful motorcycle out in an instant.
The exhaust pipe spewed out bursts of black smoke, leaving traces of their existence in this empty field that had disappeared without a trace.
No wonder the traffic police were catching them all over the street. They were unscrupulously modifying bikes and committing crimes against the wind.
For the first time in the cold wind, Cong Nianwei regretted not wearing a leather coat. No wonder all the motorcycle gangs wore leather shirts and pants. Only leather clothes could protect them from the cold wind.
Qin Guan, who was getting more and more excited, received compliments from the Beijing girls from all directions.
"Handsome! Bro! "
"Hush!"
The wild whistles came from the mouths of the capital city girls, who were born to love such things. Only such a car and a handsome man riding on it could make one feel good.
Cong Nianwei, who had never understood the way wild girls worked, would never understand it in her lifetime.
Her upper body was cold and her lower body was burning. She rode across half of Beijing and finally arrived at their new office, which was located in a small three-story mansion in Shuangjing.
It was a small residence. It had originally been an office building facing the street, but Qin Guan had refurbished it. The decoration and structure of the residence were a combination of Chinese and Western culture.
This made this street, which was still undergoing the development of the eastern business district, somewhat dispirited. The other buildings on the street were envious of them.
The white walls, the greenish-black roof, and the richly ornamented rafters, which were a mixture of European and Chinese styles, all made this small residence look extremely noble.
The square, U-shaped building was divided into three parts by Qin Guan.
The easternmost part of the residence was Qin Guan's film and television studio. His work was related to models, designers, and film scripts. The three floors in the middle were the main office building of the QC Accounting Firm in China. The three floors on the westernmost side were for Cong Nianwei.
The China office of the World's Beauty Design Studio would be built there in the future.
It would be big enough to be a branch office when the company expanded to the point where it couldn't be accommodated.
Cong Nianwei had no time to complain. Instead, she rushed to a new starting point for her career in China.
Qin Guan took off his helmet, blindfold, and scarf like a yuppie. Then he put his helmet on the handle of his motorcycle and walked into the office building, shaking his leather gloves.
In his QC accounting firm, there were already students who had just graduated from the Capital University of Finance and Economics working busily. As the boss, he was amazed by the reliability of these young students.
After ascertaining the overtime fee, all of them worked so hard that they forgot to eat and sleep, and handled every order beautifully. Even if it was the most urgent work, they would work overtime until eleven or twelve o 'clock, which made them happy and never tired.
Of course, Qin Guan didn't know that the generous overtime pay and the reimbursement of late-night travel expenses were the real reasons for his staff's enthusiasm.
Plus, there was a clear division of accounting levels and training within the company, so the students, who had always been smart, saw a higher level of hope.
They encouraged and supported their staff to strive for higher accounting levels and gave them the green light to take exams. That was why the QC Accounting Firm was so united.
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