29: C29 Limitless Electric Bicycle

C29 Limitless Electric Bicycle

Is money omnipotent? Liu Fann did not have such a concept in his values, but he was sure that money could make people lose face.

The owner of the teahouse respectfully served tea and watched from the side.

"Mr. Fann, where are we going to play?"

Faang Yuan smiled and winked playfully from time to time.

Liu Fann, who was drinking Dahongpao Tea, felt disgusted in his heart.

"You can leave. "

Liu Fann put down the tea and said faintly.

"Ah, what?" Faang Yuan suspected that she had misheard him.

Liu Fann said indifferently, "I say you, hurry up and leave. I saw that you didn't even smell the Dahongpao Tea. "

Faang Yuan's smile froze on her face.

The tea hall owner standing at the side did not dare to breathe loudly.

"You are messing with me!"

Faang Yuan suddenly lost her elegant demeanor and stood up with a swoosh. She picked up the teacup and poured it on Liu Fann.

Liu Fann took the opportunity to dodge. The slightly hot Dahongpao Teas and tea were all sprinkled on the face of the teahouse owner.

"No, Dahongpao Teas!" The tea room's owner's heart ached even more than Liu Fann's.

After saying that, he even licked the tea at the corner of his mouth.

Faang Yuan was about to leave after pouring the tea, but she was stopped by the owner of the teahouse.

"Wait, the tea money is 2500!"

Faang Yuan was flustered and exasperated. She took out a stack of cash from her bag and threw it on the table. She glared at Liu Fann.

"Liu Fann, you are crazy!"

After saying that, she stepped on her high horse and rushed out.

"What rubbish woman!" The owner of the teahouse spat on the floor.

Liu Fann also laughed. He was too lazy to accept this kind of woman who was attracted by money.

"Boss, the tea is ready. You. . . " Liu Fann got up and was about to leave. Before he could finish, the owner of the tea pavilion came up to him.

"Sir, are you done drinking? The bill has been paid. "

"I say you. . . "

His words were once again interrupted.

"Your Dahongpao Tea is here. "

Liu Fann looked at the attentive manner of the tea hall's boss. The boss's thoughts were actually all on the Dahongpao Tea.

"Boss, this Dahongpao Tea is for you. I don't want it. "

"Aiya, how can I accept this? It's not good, right?"0

The owner of the tea hall happily "rejected" the tea, but he did not hold back as he kept the tea leaves.

Liu Fann heaved a sigh of relief and slowly said, "Actually, I want to ask, is there any garbage in your house?"

"Huh?" The boss was stunned.

Liu Fann opened his mouth and put all the expired tea and broken glass into his woven bag.

"Thank you!"

Liu Fann threw the woven bag on his shoulder and swaggered out of the tea room.

The tea pavilion owner and all the employees looked at each other in unison. They watched as Liu Fann left with the Ferrari.

"Boss, what do you think the rich people nowadays are thinking?"

Sales lady sighed.

"How would I know? Maybe this is the realm. " The owner of the teahouse muttered.

After drinking a stomach full of tea and feeling satisfied, Liu Fann drove his car and continued to stroll around, looking for the garbage gathering area.

Along the way, he naturally attracted countless gazes of envy and jealousy.

Linhai City was very large, and he could go to many places.

It was just that it was a bit too flashy.

Right at this moment, the system's notification sound suddenly rang out.

"Ding! host has met the condition to receive the equipment. Do you wish to receive it?"

Liu Fann was stunned. What was this? There was also equipment!

"Receive!"

The next second, Liu Fann felt a chill run down his spine.

He slowly turned his head and saw a steel beast in the backseat.

It had a pair of wheels, a bicycle in front, and a seat at the back. It gave him a sense of vicissitude.

This was the Permanence bicycle from 30 years ago?

There were also two plastic buckets hanging beside the bicycle. Needless to say, it was definitely for the purpose of collecting trash.

"system, do you mean that you want me to ride it to collect trash?"

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