Mysterious Mummy in the Supernatural Graveyard: The Mysterious Tomb

Chapter 161 (4)
This chairman has only one hobby, and he is addicted to cars. This car refers to the prince motorcycle. His family has two villas, one for his own living, and the other is the venue of our association.There are five authentic Prince Harley motorcycles on display in the hall of the association. The cheapest one costs 10,000+ US dollars. He has ridden it and is reluctant to transfer or sell it. All of them are kept in the hall as exhibits.And hired someone to wipe it every day. I have seen these five princely cars, all of which are as shiny as new cars. The most expensive limited-edition Harley motorcycle costs more than 30 US dollars. The president often points to this The car told people that this was his wife, and he didn't want to get off while riding!
There are more than 100 members in this association, who do everything, and are divided into many small circles. They usually play cars together according to their own circles. The characteristic of our circle is that except for me and Erjian, who are half black and half white, the rest are all gangsters. Most of the roles I have met with Erjian before, but Erjian and I were poor like ghosts at that time, our pockets were cleaner than our faces, and we were not qualified to join this circle. Now it is different, I am not a big deal, Erjian Jian, however, is doing well in this industry and is a respectable figure.

The most prominent occasion of this association was the marriage of the president's younger brother. The president summoned [-] prince motorcycles to pick up the bride. , people keep joining the association with their newly purchased Prince Motorcycles. Erjian and I just joined recently, and we get along well with people in this circle.

When I got there, the posterity would be all right, so a bunch of hunks rushed into the Rolling Stones Disco and started having fun.As soon as you enter the disco, you will be greeted by the deafening disco with a strong sense of rhythm, mixed with the smell of cigarettes, alcohol, sweat and screams, on the big dance floor under the ever-changing flashing lights, bright and dark, strong and weak, Hundreds of men and women followed the drumbeat and rhythm, frantically twisting their waists and hips, shouting and howling at the top of their lungs. The lead dancers on the stage were two men and one woman, and they were all black.

I saw the dancing postures of these people in the stands, the black people have a good sense of music, and the dancing postures are quite rhythmic, especially the black girl flicked her long hair crazily with the rhythm, and many girls in the audience followed suit. The eyes of the young guy on the dance floor turned red.A DJ master held a microphone and kept screaming to enliven the atmosphere. His voice was very magnetic. He really deserved to be a professional!

We found a circle of sofas near the dance floor and sat down. Er Jian gave the waiter 1000 yuan to serve draft beer and fruit plate. The waiter took the money and took a look at us and left. After a while, several waiters He just came over with a plate of beer and fruit, and a person who seemed to be a supervisor in a white sweater and tie followed him, and greeted the people sitting with a smile on his face. It seemed that he knew many of us. , and then returned a stack of money to Erjian, and explained to a waiter: "The drinks are half price!" !” and left.

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