MTL - Spoiled-Chapter 50

Mr. Cheng thought for a while, and seemed to remember something, and said with an open eyebrow: "Does Han Shao still need an interview for a car model? We, Koenigsegg, are missing one."

This auto show is a large biennial event in the industry. Many brands, such as Ferrari Lamborghini, have invited supermodels from abroad to make car models. People are divided into three, six, and nine, and cars are also divided into high and low, and different car companies naturally have different requirements for car models.

In other words, their cars are limited in the world, and they can be bought for tens of millions or even 100 million! Wouldn't it be a price to buy a car model? At least it must be the first-tier second-tier supermodel on the dc leaderboard!

So far, although it is a little known, the Korean Games have not yet been on this list.

Since a car company brand is willing to ask him to make a car model, this is not a violation of contract provisions, but the auto show organizer could not think of it anyway. A wild model is actually a super rich second-generation pretending to play with them deliberately!

"Then, Mr. Cheng, we will leave it to you, and we will not be embarrassed."

Mr. Cheng originally glanced down the road. He was purely curious about the model. Now he suddenly encountered Han Yun and immediately walked towards him happily: "Go, Han Shao, there are activities in the club, let's go racing. You today Did you drive? "

"It's open, it's parked over there." Strangely, he drove in directly, and the security wasn't stopped, presumably this was a luxury car from the organizer. So Han Yun parked his car in the exhibition center.

Mr. Cheng was trying to pull him away, and Han Yun stopped suddenly and said, "I was a model of oss company before I was terminated. It is probably for this reason that I appeared in the interview model information because you were notified by email. I, by the way, I accompany friends over for interviews. I didn't expect to cause such a misunderstanding. "

The middle-aged man who was the host of the Korean Games before, wiped his forehead and said, "It's the fault of our staff, we must check it! I'm sorry, Han Shao, I misunderstood you."

Although I don't know which Han Shao is Han Shao, since he can make Cheng Yangshuo treat with such courtesy, he must be a rich man.

The two went out through the door of the interview entrance. Han Yun encountered a stutter, and said stuttered, "What happened?"

"It's okay. I met an acquaintance. I left beforehand. You can send me a message when the interview results."

Stuttered and turned to look at the man next to Han Yun, a little handsome, and muscle, but he is not tall yet ...

Han Yun's eyes glanced and swept away, but he didn't scan Luo Yusen's party, so he took Cheng to step forward to his car.

The two talked as they walked, Mr. Cheng said, "I took the last word you wrote home, mounted it, and hung it on the porch wall. Our frequent guests all boasted the word and thought it was a contemporary master. Here it is! "

Han Yun used it in his heart, but his face was very modest: "No, there is a man in my family who is much better than me. He also taught me calligraphy."

Cheng Yangshuo nodded, thinking in his heart that this family member was either the father of Han Yun, or the grandfather or grandfather. He was curious about Han Yun's family background, but he didn't deliberately inquire about people's privacy.

In fact, Cheng Yangshuo had inquired about it privately since he returned home last time.

Han Yun, this person, looks very mysterious. At the same time, he has a kind of natural luxury. It is clear that he is used to good things. This kind of luxury is not an ordinary rich family's luxury. People felt that he was inconceivable, and he guessed more about him, so he asked where there was a Han family with profound cultural heritage.

But no matter how I ask, I ca n’t find out.

Even so, he is also happy to associate with the Korean Games. It is very easy to tell whether a person is a tyrant, whether he is raised, or whether he has real money and background. It is very easy for people like him to distinguish.

Before Han Yun went to his car, he saw a person leaning on his sports car from a distance, and several people were squatting under the phone to take pictures.

He noticed that these were just a few male models who had just joined Luo Yusen.

They didn't finish shooting by themselves. They took turns and leaned on the car for display. They looked like a super car model.

A male model said excitedly, "Oh, brother, you're wearing a good match with this car today!"

As soon as Luo Yusen heard it, he stood straighter and leaned on the car. He refused to leave: "Please take a few more photos. I'm looking for a feeling. The Lotus brand is fancy me, and I want to make a model of their sports car. "

"Roger is terrific, what Korean transport is not as good as you!"

"Han Yun, haha, he's finished this time!"

"I don't know how he mixed it into our company's information. It can't be the company's fault? Now the auto show organizer must let him not come down to the stage, humiliating him severely, and helping our brother Luo out of anger!"

Many people in the whole company know that they are a bad guy. Luo Yusen really likes Sun Wenyan, a brother of the company, and Sun Wenyan has a good relationship with Han Yun. He likes those who look good and have white skin. Little gay.

Therefore, Sun Wenyan often hooked up small male models in the company, but never looked straight at Luo Yusen-because this type of Luo Yusen did not meet his taste in bed.

In addition, Han Yun often boarded Sun Wenyan's car, so everyone was privately guessing whether Han Yun had embraced Sun Wenyan's thigh.

Many people in the company knew that Sun Wenyan was from the second generation of wealthy and came from Hong Kong. As for Han Yun, Han Yun never mentioned his family, and he did not know who was passing on it at first, saying that he loved wearing fakes. Whether he wore it or not was unclear to many people, but as soon as the rumors spread, he said he had nose and eyes.

"Why isn't it a fake! I saw with his own eyes that all his gui prints were confused!"

In the model company, gossip spreads particularly quickly, and one by one is particularly sensitive to "true and false", leading the original owner to be treated with cold eyes in the company for nearly two years. Every time he entered the elevator, a group of people began to distinguish with the naked eye. His dress.

Several male models who have worked together before are talking about him aloud: "Did he get a rich second-generation job recently? Why is it so realistic? Did he sign any company?"

"It's not clear to him. Look at him like a celebrity. Where does he look like a model?"

"This kind of person, not practical, will be cleaned up sooner or later," the speaker sneered, "the model circle is not so confusing. I will be ashamed when I see him later!"

"Who is humiliating?" Han Yun's teasing voice suddenly came from the side.

Luo Yusen leaned on the car and was doing a good self-perception display from all angles. Wen Yan glanced at him, his eyes hardened like poison: "You use the means of Sansan to mix into the company's list, and still want to go to the car show?"

"You go home and be your influencer!"

"Just!"

"It doesn't matter if you don't get to the car show," Han Yun said, holding his arms, raising his eyebrows. "Can you stop taking selfies with my car?"

"... What?" Luo Yusen froze.

A male model "snapped" with a smile: "Dream? Your car, this is a car show car, Bugatti!"

Another male model noticed that the wheel of this Bugatti is indeed not brand new, and there are some mud spots on it.

"impossible……"

Han Yun smiled without explanation. He reached for the key and pressed it, opened the door and got on, then started the car in the exhibition hall.

The noise of the ultra-run was loud and pleasant. Han Yun put on his dark brown sunglasses and ignored the old colleagues who gradually opened their mouths and looked incredulous. Instead, he turned his head and asked Cheng Yangshuo, who was sitting in his co-pilot: Anyway, is there time to accompany me to wash a car, the car is dirty. "

Luo Yusen's complexion turned blue. When I recalled that I was leaning on the car to take a photo, a few people even boasted that they were dressed to match this car. They were all heard by Han Yun. He had the heart to kill and vent his anger!

Several male models were sprayed with car exhausts, blushing red, black and black, squinting at each other, and dared not speak.

Who can think of a Bugatti supercar parked in an empty car exhibition hall, which is actually a Korean car?

"So rich second generation?"

"No, I didn't see it before ..."

"Isn't he wearing fakes, didn't you tell me he did?"

"What? It's what Luo told me. I'm not familiar with him. He's so lonely. He never talks to me ..."

Han Yun drove the car to the parking lot, and Cheng Cheng got out of the car and drove his own car. So Han Yun went to wash the car first, and then he drove behind the general manager Cheng. The two drove for about two hours before they reached their destination.

There are already waiting for a few dwarfed supercars there.

Mr. Cheng introduced Han Yun to several members: "This is a new member, Han Yun, Han Shao."

The aa super running club is a young club. The members are very young, looking at the oldest, but they are only in their thirties. Some of them have met at the club's activities that day.

Regarding the new member of the Korean Games, everyone also heard Mr. Cheng said, "Although I don't know what it is, he should be a local filmmaker. He has a very good handwriting and can write everything. It must be a big family. "

Mr. Cheng whispered with some seriousness: "Today's road racing meeting, old rules, low-key, don't make any traffic accidents and be hospitalized, otherwise you won't even dare to sneak a car."

The previous mountain road racing caused several members to be admitted to the hospital, and one even became a vegetative, so that they now dare not arbitrarily drive the car, even dare not run any mountain roads, and have played on the road. Addiction is forgotten.

It's more important than looking for excitement.

Someone asked Han Yun curiously: "Han Shao, you are a new member, have you ever drove a car before?"

Han Yun looked at the long road shrouded in the setting sun. This brand new road stretched straight to a long distance.

How long has he just learned to drive? Moreover, he followed the traffic regulations on the road and never dared to step on the gas pedal for sixty miles, and never ran a red light.

Han Yun was a little embarrassed: "I haven't drove a car, is it enough to drive eighty?"