Coming out of the company, the convoy left again. At the front of my car was a minivan, followed by luxury off-road cars and bullet-proof cars, which were all driven by the big men in several nearby counties and cities, and my car was the poorest.

But it's still windy to drive the van in the front with so many luxury cars. They are not afraid of me running. It's time for me to fart.

I let Yang Feng drive deliberately and wander around Siming District aimlessly. From time to time, cars come up and ask how far it is. I lied that it was coming, and it was coming...