Get off work and become the Godfather of Rock and Roll

Chapter 190 Without a trace
As soon as the wheels hit the ground, depreciation begins.

Luxury cars will only depreciate more.

Boqi didn't want to drive the car all the way back, so he found a local second-hand car dealer and wanted to sell the car.

The brand new M5 has a mileage of less than five kilometers, and it was all driven by Zhao Yuanwen for the five kilometers.

As a result, the second-hand car dealers directly discounted the ex-factory price by 200,000 yuan.

Birch was about to vomit blood.

Car in less than three days! Just bargain for two hundred thousand!
What a shame.

After asking several second-hand car dealers in succession, these bastards seemed to have colluded and all bargained for 200,000 yuan.

The words are the same.

"No matter how new it is, it's still second-hand. The transfer records can be checked. No matter how new your mileage is, it doesn't matter. It's still second-hand."

"Furthermore, there is no market for second-hand luxury cars, because why would people who can buy luxury cars buy second-hand ones? When buying second-hand cars, they are all for home use. How can they buy a luxury car?"

Finally Burch made up his mind.

"I'll just drive it all the way back and give the car away as a bonus, and I won't sell it!"

Bai Qi was angry. He ran away from Qinghe, risking being ignored by Li Luo, just for Zhao Yuanwen, but everything went wrong.

In the blink of an eye, I will lose another 200,000 yuan.

The elegance of the people in the magic city was gone at this moment.

"Qi Cong, get in the car!"

Qi Cong sat sluggishly in the passenger seat, and Bo Qi angrily pulled him down.

"You drive for me! Why did I choose a fool like you to accompany me?"

Qi Cong came to the driver's seat blankly, holding the steering wheel, a little dazed. He had never driven such a good car in his life.

"Let's go straight to the expressway. We'll drive five or six hours today and another five or six hours tomorrow. We'll almost be there."

Ignite it, start it, step on the accelerator lightly, and the car starts without any frustration.

It's so comfortable, Qi Cong sighed inwardly.

Boqi adjusted his seat back slightly and began to close his eyes to rest. He was tired and unproductive recently, so he was really tired.

Just as he closed his eyes, the car suddenly jumped back, frightening Boqi's sleepiness away. Then there was a rapid braking sound, and a slight white smoke appeared from the friction between the tires and the ground.

"Are you a stupid pig?"

"Why did I bring you a piece?"

Bo Qi quickly got out of the car and looked around the car. Fortunately, there was no one around the car, but when he looked carefully, he saw that the butt of the car hit the curb, and the curb was high and the ride was low.

M5 likes to mention scratches*1.

"I..." Bo Qi almost didn't come up with his old tone.

"Can't you tell the difference between forward and reverse gears?"

Qi Cong knew that he had gotten into trouble, and he planned to resign when he returned home, otherwise his salary for several months might be spent on repairing the car.

But Boqi didn't continue to scold him, he was really tired.

He had no energy left to curse, and the clothes he wore had not been changed for two days, and they were all wrinkled, completely different from the bright and bright appearance he had at first.

He no longer trusted Qi Cong to drive.

Otherwise, my life might be sealed if I go back all the way.

You can only drive it yourself.

Qi Cong was really smart now and didn't dare to say a word.

After getting on the highway, there were very few cars on the road. As he drove, Boqi thought about the future in his mind.

If Zhao Yuanwen failed to get it, it was equivalent to losing an important bargaining chip.

This is not only a card for Xing Wei to enter rock music, but also a card for him to check and balance the status of Li Luo Company.

God knows why it's so difficult to discover a rock singer. It's obvious that Maizi has a good faith at his fingertips.

The audience of rock music is still growing. Qinghe's latest market research shows that the consumption index of rock music fan groups has increased.

In other words, as the market becomes larger, everyone’s willingness to consume becomes stronger.

They secretly investigated at Maizishan's salt industry and found that the sales volume of drinks alone was hundreds of thousands higher throughout the day. After a month, the profitability was on the same level as that of small listed companies!

Mai Zishan's only collection album has shown the most powerful long-tail effect in history, with sales of tens of thousands of copies every day.

Make money, it’s so damn profitable.

Originally, Li Ji from Baichun was promising and had the same ability to attract money, but that guy killed himself.

The rock market has once again returned to Mai Zishan dominating the world.

Oh, no, now there are two more people, Chang Jiayang and Ying Wendi.

There will be another Zhao Yuanwen soon.

Bo Qi sighed, his mind was in a mess. There was a market where money was picked up everywhere, but he just couldn't get in. It was too uncomfortable.

The scenery on the highway is too monotonous, and there are few cars on the road, not even a motorcycle rider. After driving for two hours, Bo Qi felt a little bit sleepy.

Qi Cong beside him was still very energetic, but Bo Qi didn't dare to let him drive.

"Play a song to cheer you up. Isn't this car equipped with top-notch audio? Just listen to it."

"okay."

Qi Cong quickly opened the music software and selected a song by Qinghe artist Wu Yi.

It's an ordinary flowing water song, but it has a good melody, and the Wu artist is handsome and quite popular.

"No, no, I'm still a little sleepy without refreshing myself."

Qi Cong scratched his head and changed to a Cantonese song, sung by Guan Le. This was his only single that overcame his acclimatization after entering the mainland market.

After listening for a while, Boqi said again: "No, no, I can't understand what is being sung at all. I'm still sleepy."

"How about we change hands in the service area? Or you can sleep before setting off?"

Burch first passed the option to change hands.

"It's already 4:30 in the afternoon. If I sleep, I might stay up until the evening. It's even more unsafe to drive on the highway at night."

Qi Cong had no choice but to change another song, a rap, rapping very fast.

Burch cheered up a little, not because the song was uplifting, but because it was terrible.

"Change again."

Qi Cong changed to a love song, "Not Easy", which has been very popular recently and is also a song by Qinghe artist.

"Do you know how to take sides? Play Li Luo's song in front of me!"

"I realize you are really stupid!"

Qi Cong couldn't argue. He found that he seemed to be a little stupid.

There was silence in the car for ten minutes. Bo Qi looked at the road that continued to stretch and felt sleepy again.

"Find me a refreshing song quickly!"

"How about this one?"

Qi Cong played Genghis Khan and turned up the volume a little louder. The audio in the car had no sound loss, it was clear and moving.

This song kind of cheered up Birch.

"This song is indeed good. Bai Chun is good, and Li Ji is also good. It's a pity." Bo Qi sighed.

Genghis Khan finished playing, followed by Li Ji's rock music.

One song after another, the more Bo Qi listened, the more uncomfortable he became.

These songs? Why is it all the same way?
They all feel pretty much the same, all rhythmic dance music with rock-style arrangements.

Bo Qi had discovered this problem before, but not as clearly as he did now. Now he was counting on songs to cheer him up, so he felt the template behind these songs more keenly.

"It's really... too single. I didn't feel that strongly before! Now I feel very single."

"No, no, no, I'm getting sleepy again, change quickly! Change to something refreshing!"

Qi Cong was driven crazy. This song doesn't work, that song doesn't work, can you let me start? It won’t kill anyone!

Qi Cong was now forced to do nothing, so he decided not to be afraid of boiling water.

In his music list, he secretly opened a subset with a one-word name.

wheat.

His finger hit the play button.

The drums and bass hit simultaneously.

After about ten seconds of prelude, Mai Zishan's voice sounded.

Bai Qi had already thought about how to scold Qi Cong in an instant.

"It's a show with no end

In all its absurdity and craziness. "

Qi Cong carefully observed Bo Qi's facial expression and put his finger on the song cut button. As soon as Bo Qi frowned, he immediately cut the song.

"Sad as a child

Sleeping quietly on the earth. "

"Now I! I'm a little tired!"

Bo Qi's mouth opened again and again, but he didn't say a word to curse Qi Cong.

Because he found that his sleepiness was slowly fading.

The highway ahead became increasingly clear, and the endless road no longer hypnotized him.

"Now I'm! A little drunk!
Drunk like a wild pigeon that can't find its way! "

The sleepiness disappeared in an instant.

(End of this chapter)