Chapter 2 Chapter 1

My master can't drive, but he has money.I can drive, but I have no money. My master persuaded me that young people must have a sense of drive, and they must buy a car with a loan. This can change their lifestyle and increase their motivation to earn money. My master lent me 10,000 yuan to buy a Chery QQ in his name.The car is in his name, I have the right to use it, and I repay the bank every month, but the driving book of the car is always in his wallet, so he doesn't worry that I will sell the car.The master said that when I paid off the bank and his money, he would transfer the ownership of the car to me.

Buying QQ is ordered by the master. He said that it can prevent Liu Yi and Wang Yuebo and other "fat seas" from rubbing against the car. In addition, Gao Feng and other "bamboo poles" are not easy to squeeze in. There are two parking lots outside Tianqiao Music, and cars are parked in front of Tianqiao Theater. The monthly subscription is 400 yuan.There is also a bicycle store in the alley next to it, and the monthly subscription is 30 yuan.My master negotiated with the old man who stored the bicycles, and wanted to rent a bicycle space for one year. The old man was very happy to hear that, and only charged him 300 yuan. After I bought the QQ, the master installed a luggage rack on the roof of the car, tied a broken bicycle to the luggage rack, and asked me to park the QQ in the bicycle storage area. When I saw the car, the old man’s eyes went dark——I fell into a coma at the time. past.

Although I open QQ, it is under the name of the master after all.He cherishes the car very much, and often secretly uses my coat to clean the car, but he only uses the lining of the coat and does not use the outside, saying that he cannot be sorry for the audience.One time when a performance was about to be performed, there was a sudden roar of thunder and lightning outside—there was hail, and the master who was backstage rushed out to bring the parasols of the security guards at the intersection, and covered QQ tightly.After the show ended, I found a note posted on QQ - "The weather is unpredictable, and a person should be virtuous".I hurriedly told the master, and the master immediately wrote a note and asked me to stick it on the parasol, "Society should be harmonious, and resources should be shared."

It costs a lot of money to keep a car. At first, the master told me about a monthly subscription, that is, he gave me 500 yuan a month for gas, and my car had to be dispatched by him at any time.At that time, the oil price was not as expensive as it is now, and QQ was also fuel-efficient, so I agreed.But later I found that it was not possible. He used a car that was either too far or too close. Recently, he asked me to pick him up in a car when he went out to buy pancakes from the theater. He rolled down the window of the car and asked the pancake seller to put more "cinnabar". He said it was for experience. American-style car culture; at the farthest point, he asked me to go to Tianjin Railway Station to pick up Gaofeng, take the national highway to take Gaofeng to Beijing Railway Station, and then let Gaofeng take a car to the overpass—because he promised to give Gaofeng a train ticket at the beginning, but the city Transportation is self-care.

I couldn't stand the monthly subscription, so I asked Mr. Li for help to come up with an idea.Li Shaobang is very honest, and suggested to the master to change the hourly fee system: the master will give me 10 yuan for every hour of QQ sitting, 5 yuan for more than half an hour and less than an hour, and 1 yuan for less than half an hour.Just for this reason, I went to the Chess Academy to buy a time clock and put it on the car.But the clock never went to 30 minutes!Every time there is no need to wait until 29 minutes, the master must ask to stop, either to go to the toilet or to buy newspapers.In order to prevent me from deliberately not stopping, he also installed a secondary brake on QQ, and asked Li Shao to teach him how to step on the brake for two days.There was only one time when the master got sleepy in the car and fell asleep for 57 minutes. When he woke up, he found that he had arrived at Hufang Bridge.The master sent QQ away only to realize that he was going back to Daxing's home, not to the garden.It was 1:00 a.m. and I had 17 missed calls that night.

Later, the charging method was changed to the most reasonable charging by kilometer. The master installed a piggy-shaped piggy bank in the car, and he put ten cents in it every kilometer traveled, and soon became a piggy bank. When it was full, I realized that the "pig" piggy bank was not covered, and the money could only be taken out by breaking it.The master disagreed, saying that he bought the "pig" piggy bank, and he could only break it unless I bought it.So I bought it for 20 yuan, smashed it and took out what belonged to me-9 yuan 80 cents. After the 20% discount on the bus card, the master will not take QQ very much.Once he bought a small electronic doorbell on the side of the road, and he chose the one with a sound similar to the "di" sound of swiping a card.He hid the switch in his pocket, used the Tianqiaole "pancake card" as a "bus card", waved it in front of the credit card machine, and pressed the switch with his hand in his pocket to make a "beep" sound. Get over it.Once it was very hot, and the master was sweating all over and went to take the bus again. Unexpectedly, the sweat was too much, and it seeped into the electronic doorbell, and it was connected to the electricity! "Drip, drop, drop" kept ringing rhythmically, and everyone in the car looked at the master.The master was sitting upright, with one hand in his pocket secretly removing the battery, and the other hand on his knee tapping rhythmically... The more anxious the old man became, the more sweaty his hands became, and eventually the electronic doorbell stopped ringing when it was powered off.The master breathed a sigh of relief, wiped off his sweat, and said with relief: "Finally, the information has been sent out. The United States will not attack Iran this year!"

The driver drove the bus directly to the National Security Bureau...