It takes an hour to walk back and forth from the Avis home, Sakacin Mountain Villa, to the Galileo State Bureau of Investigation.

Ivis also drove his uncle's suit-making weapon - a three-seater supercar.

Commonly known as dog male/female/car.

There can be a man and a woman in the car.

A pet dog behind.

No matter how big the dog is, it can't be stuffed in.

Alison hurried in the back seat and barely sat down.

No one can hold it anymore, let alone luggage.

The most common feature of this car is that in addition to the passenger capacity of the pile train, there is also a disadvantage that the dog wants to shake his head when he hears it - there is no rear compartment! There is no rear compartment!

Even if the ceiling is lifted, the moving box will definitely not be able to be put on.

Ives had to bring some clothes to the dormitory and move it again when he had time.

Or wait for the salary to be paid, and call a moving truck, and take it away with people and boxes.

I hope that the credit card will automatically deduct the credit card on the day of paying the salary, which will not be as fast as his card swiping speed.

They sent Alison back to Coffin University first, and then returned to the state bureau with Carl.

Two brothers in distress were blocked at the intersection in front of Times Square in the Central District on the way back to the State Administration.

Go forward for 5 minutes and park for half an hour.

Uncle Ivis's supercar is so noisy.

"Hurry boom~boom~~"

Like an angry wild horse, trapped by hundreds of reins, unable to gallop and let himself go, roaring wildly...

This has caused an irreversible physical and mental burden to the owners of carriages in more than a dozen lanes in both directions nearby.

"Your car is too noisy."

"This is my uncle's car. My car is louder. Every time I change gears and refuel, it will make a crackling sound, which is so cool."

As the car ahead moved forward, Ives released the brakes and quickly followed.

"Although I don't have a car, I really don't understand what you are thinking. The car is too loud and disturbing."

"Don't you think you are running all the way on the smooth highway, making you feel so cool, like a peerless master who appears in the TV series with special effects and fights with sky thunder and sparks."

It is poverty that limits my imagination... Carl said:

"I don't think it's cool and consuming, and it will scare others."

"Why don't you have a car?" Avis asked sideways.

"Buying a car is a waste. I want to save money to buy a house. I live in a dormitory. It only costs 100,000 yuan a month and I don't go anywhere. It's very convenient to go out on the bus and subway. It's enough to drive a police car when you go out for the field."

Carl set his first small goal in his life is to save money to buy a house.

He and Alison have never settled down, either staying in the dormitory or in the sea of ​​the universe.

Confucianism is deeply rooted in the desire for a house with ownership.

The land and houses in Arante are permanently private property.

Get the red book, permanent property rights.

Carl thinks that Lotus Community is good.

Two bedrooms and one living room, close to the city center, making peace in the midst of the noise.

The price is not expensive, it is more than 100 million plating, and it saves enough 60 million plating down payment and gets a loan.

Based on Carl's current salary of 3.6 million yuan, taking out the expenses of siblings, he saved 15 million yuan a year. After saving for more than 4 years, he had a home.

There is hope for the days.

In Hengzhou, the city he lived in his previous life, a general public official would need to save 10 years of down payment and repay the loan for 30 years.

The housing price and salary ratio in Arante is much better than that in Hengzhou!

"You won't be... going to buy a house and marry a wife, right? It's old-fashioned!" Avis joked.

"You won't not marry a wife, are you? No queen!" Carl bit back.

"Damn! Don't turn on the turn signal! I really want to go to heaven!"

Avis was forcibly joined forces by a bold Land Rover, stepped on the brakes, and scolded: "I really want to capture this kind of thing, only caring about his soul, and handcuffing it into a string!"

"Have you considered their feelings before you snatched the job of a mount police officer?" Carl smiled.

"Damn it!!"

Suddenly, a shaking sound came from the rear of the car.

Through the side car mirror, Ivis saw a worn-out tricycle overturned next to it.

Cartons, aluminum cans, plastic basins, etc., sprinkled all over the floor...

Carl immediately opened the door and got out to check if the person riding the bike was injured.

Avis turned on the double flashing emergency lights and got off the car as well.

The car behind complained for a while and had to work hard to get into other lanes...

It turned out that the old man who rode a tricycle to collect scraps did not walk the bicycle path next to the zebra crossing.

The dizzy old man saw that the traffic jam was very serious and there was a red light. He wanted to pass through the road from the uninterrupted traffic.

Unexpectedly, the driveway suddenly turned green, and he was in the traffic flow and could not move in and out. He was frightened by the passing car and hit the rear of Ivis.

The black supercar worth more than one billion yuan is low-key and luxurious, with a coffin-like rear end, next to the gas port lid, a palm wide when it is concave.

The old man was in a mess.

The scraps were spilled everywhere, and they were crushed by cars passing by on the road next to them...

Carl turned on the video of his mobile phone and helped the old man up.

The old man looks nothing serious.

It doesn't seem to be planning to mess with the car.

The old man in his sixties was sitting next to a tricycle like a child, with turbid tears rolling down his cracked wind-frosted face.

Repeat the sentence "What money do I have, what money..."

Carl was sad.

Although this car is only a small piece of concave, it has not even painted.

But the repair fee must be more than 1 million plating, which is about one-third of his salary.

Avis got off the car and ran away on the spot and almost died on the spot.

He held his head and circled in circles.

I wish I could travel back an hour ago and stayed directly at the back door of Alison's school...

"Ivis... this car... isn't it expensive to repair?" Carl asked tentatively.

"More than that!!! The entire body and the car glass are integrated. If you break a little, the resistance capacitor will induction fail!! You have to send it back to the place of origin and the car skin will be replaced! What do you think!"

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During peak periods, accidents may be added to the intersection, causing congestion.

Fry into a mess.

Some car owners honked their horns shortly to vent their impatientness.

The mountain police on duty at the intersection honking their whistle all the way, traversing the traffic and coming to the scene of the accident.

The Mounted Police knew the old man and couldn't bear it. After reporting to the duty station with the intercom, they looked carefully at Ivis, then Carl and whispered:

"The old man...is an old widowed man living across the street. His wife passed away last year... My son is away from home and doesn't come back often..."

"Does these have anything to do with me?! My car..." Avis seemed to be ignited, crying.

The policeman lowered his head, his voice became weaker, and continued to blow the air: "The old man's family... has a little granddaughter...is sick, leukemia...is... the situation at home..."

When I smelled the tears, the person who saw it was sad and left blank space...

The Mounted Police's heart-wrenching words left a large space for imagination for Carl and Ivis -

A shabby alley...

A narrow and dim home full of garbage...

Flies lingering by the stove...

On the tattered straw mat, a skinny little girl was coughing...

...
To be continued...