Fake hero

When Fang Liming's butler opened the door, several people showed their special IDs from the Ministry of State Security.

"May I ask you what's the matter?" Although he saw the certificate, the butler still asked in an unassuming manner.The second young master of my own family can't just take it away.

The leader, a middle-aged man with an extremely ordinary appearance, said with a smile: "We just want to chat with Fang Ershao. The country hopes to cooperate with him. Of course, my Shangfeng said that if we can't talk this time If you want to get along, just find an excuse to bring him back, without worrying about his family's influence in Mercedes-Benz, BMW and Volvo."

The butler's face turned pale.

Everyone knows that the people holding these certificates are a group of people who say that you are guilty and you are guilty, and they have made it clear that if they can't reach an agreement, they will be arrested directly. This is clearly a sentence that must be obtained.

If the national power really wants to punish the second young master, there is nothing else to do, such as the high-speed racing on the second ring road these years, the second young master can be prosecuted for endangering public safety, and the death penalty can be chosen at will.

Thinking of this, the housekeeper nodded with difficulty and said, "I want to make a phone call first."

The leader, Guoan, waved his hands and said with a smile, "Don't bother, your second young master is definitely interested in this matter. If we can't talk, you can call and report in time."

When several people came to Fang Liming's huge training room, Fang Liming was driving on the bustling and narrow city track in Paris at night with full concentration.

Several people from Guoan didn't bother him, and stood beside the open-top trainer in amazement.What the rich play is advanced, the sound of the engine and the brakes are the same as the real thing.

又过了半个小时，方黎明才像虚脱了一样将头重重地放在方向盘上。大屏幕电脑数据已经出来了：整个用时45分41秒67，比巴黎城市赛道的冠军慢了3分'秒 ，在行驶当中‘撞死’六人、撞伤11人、损毁店铺、垃圾桶7个、法拉利前鬼脸、右侧后轮胎以及水箱风扇都有不同程度的损伤。。。。。

Seeing Fang Liming's decadent look, the old butler couldn't help but said from behind: "Second young master, don't be discouraged, this is the third time you've driven the Night Paris track."

Fang Liming was still lying on the steering wheel and said in a muffled voice: "But I have already boasted that I will compete with Wolfe in Paris Night next month. Such a result simply cannot beat him."

"Even if you can beat him, tell him to cancel the game immediately."

Hearing the stranger talking behind him, Fang Liming turned his head and looked behind him.

"Uncle Fang, who are these people? Didn't I tell you not to let strangers into my training room?" Fang Liming was a little unhappy.

Fang Bo rubbed his hands in embarrassment and said, "Second Young Master, these people are sent by the country, and they said you have something to talk about." He wanted to say something, but Guoan, the leader, waved him out of the training room.

Five minutes later, Fang Liming yelled in the training room.Fang Bo was so frightened that he rushed in at a speed that didn't match his age.

However, Fang Liming excitedly held the hand of the expressionless leader Guoan and asked, "Really? Brother, you are my brother! From now on, I will be your brother!"

Guoan, who had always been serious, seemed to be affected by his excitement, and joked: "Then your brother Fang Lihua is so unhappy."

Fang Liming pouted: "Let Fang Lihua eat shit."

Fang Bo and Zhong Guoan: "..."