While talking, he was also looking at the repair shop. This should be a large place for modified cars, with all kinds of facilities and equipment.

"What do you mean?"

The middle-aged man pinched a cigarette and looked at Zhong Tianzheng with his upright posture, and his eyes fell on the watch in his hand: "You seem to be pointing something."

"hehe."

Zhong Tianzheng withdrew his gaze and looked directly at the middle-aged man: "Then I will stop talking about secrets, I want to get my car and make some problems."

"Haha, I have tools here, you can do it yourself."

The middle-aged man also laughed and turned around and was about to leave: "If there is any problem, don't come to me."

"I'm serious, brother."

Zhong Tianzheng reached out and grabbed his shoulder: "Tell me the truth, I don't want the newly picked car anymore, I want to get something wrong."

"hehe."

The middle-aged man still ignored him.

"Didn't I hear that your techniques are very good here? What you can do is just like quality problems. This is here, and your benefits will not be missing."

Zhong Tianzheng said and pointed to the outside: "I have found my relationship. If I can help me get this done, I only need a reason to return the car."

I have to say.

When he started, he opened his mouth and relied on making up the others. Zhong Tianzheng himself didn't believe the reason he said.

"Returning and exchanging goods isn't that simple, right?"

The middle-aged man did not leave again: "For example, if there is a problem with your engine, the fourth son's store can replace it for you, but it will not be returned. The three guarantees have explicit regulations. Within the prescribed mileage, it will be repaired twice before it can be returned and exchanged."

"I've told you brother, I've found my relationship."

Zhong Tianzheng patted his shoulder again and talked: "You don't have to worry about this anymore. You are only responsible for helping me, okay."

The middle-aged man looked at him again: "How much do you give?"

"two."

Zhong Tianzheng stretched out his finger: "As long as you can do it well, money is not a problem."

"OK."

The middle-aged man agreed: "Don't worry about our skills. I'll make sure you get it right. Drive in and pick up the car tomorrow."

“It’s professional!”

Zhong Tianzheng gave a thumbs up.

The middle-aged man smiled confidently, and the smile on his face became stiff and then disappeared.

I saw that his ID appeared in Zhong Tianzheng's hand.

"police!"

Zhong Tianzheng said coldly, and Ao Xiang from outside rushed over: "Master, you are indeed very professional."

"Ha ha.."

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "I'm joking with you, joking."

"Just kidding? I didn't joke with you."

Zhong Tianzheng put away his ID and took pictures of his cell phone: "It's all recorded, you can't run away."

"You are an old silver coin."
Chapter completed!