Chapter Thirty-Six Triple Wheels Triple Wheels

  Xiangxiang was frightened and gently pulled at Song Shuang's hem: "Shuangshuang, what's wrong?"

  Song Shuang sniffled and said: "What we did is wrong, come on, let's go help him get his car back."

  Qiangqiang said: "Didn't we agree? First punish him and let him come beg us, then return the car to him."

  Song Shuang said: "I changed my mind."

  Liu Handong was very annoyed, came to pick up Grandma Sun back home, didn't get the person, and the tricycle was confiscated by the traffic police. He regretted not donating his bank card, had no money on him, and it was hard for Hero Han. A Qianjiang 125 plus modification fees of several thousand yuan was still needed, should he ask his mom for money or borrow from Shanpao again? Or go to be a thug for Hua Bao, first get some advance payment? What's hateful is that his demobilization settlement fee hasn't come down yet, otherwise it wouldn't have been so difficult.

  Lost in thought, the sound of a horn suddenly came from behind. It was a red and white Mini Cooper with Wangcai's "mother" and her female classmate inside. Liu Handong only took one glance before turning back to continue on his way. A car like this would cost at least several hundred thousand yuan. These two girls were either rich or of noble birth, not someone he could afford to provoke.

  "Liu Handong, if you want your three-wheeled motorcycle, get on," said Song Shuang.

  Liu Handong indeed did not hesitate to open the car door, and the double-door Mini space was still a bit cramped. Song Shuang had to bend over in the back row, giving up the front passenger seat to Liu Handong, who was tall and large.

  "Go to the traffic police brigade." Song Shuang said.

  Liu Handong drove to the traffic police brigade, his eyes fixed on the road, not saying a word, his mouth tightly pursed. He had already realized that his three-wheeled motorcycle was seized because of the scheme of these two girls, but at this time, he could only endure his anger and hope that they would have a conscience and return the vehicle to him.

  They soon arrived at the traffic police brigade, and the three of them got out of the car to look around. The parking lot was full of cars, but there were no tricycles that had been confiscated for not having licenses. Qiangqiang walked over and knocked on the window of the duty room, shouting: "Hey, where are the unlicensed three-wheeled motorcycles that were confiscated today?"

  The manager emerged with a cup of tea in hand, furrowed his brow and sternly asked: "Which unit are you from? What car are you looking for? Have you paid the fine?"

  "Where did the three-wheeled vehicle you inspected this morning go?"

  The director was furious: "Ask about things at the branch team, don't make trouble here, leave quickly."

  Qianqian gritted her teeth and ran into the office building, where she was stopped by a female police officer who said, "What's wrong, Qianqian? Your dad isn't here."

  "Aunt Wang, I'd like to ask where the tricycle that was confiscated today is?"

  "Oh, the headquarters instructed that one vehicle be confiscated and another destroyed. All seized vehicles were sent to the Southern Suburbs Scrap Processing Plant for disposal. What's up, something happened?"

  "It's okay, thank you, Aunt Wang." Qiangqiang turned around and ran, got on the Mini Cooper, panting: "I sent it to the scrapyard, Shuangshuang, what should I do?"

  Liu Handong turned his head: "Are you Shuang Er who sent me WeChat messages?"

  Song Shuang ignored him and said to Qiangqiang: "What are you still dazing about? Hurry up!"

  She busied herself with preparations, fastened her seatbelt, started the car and headed south. Her driving skills were limited, and the Mini Cooper struggled to make its way through the sea of cars, often being overtaken, squeezed, and forced to slow down, moving as slowly as a turtle crawling.

  A minor traffic accident occurred ahead, causing a roadblock. The Mini Cooper was stuck in the traffic again. Liu Handong couldn't bear it anymore and opened the car door to get out. Song Shuang was shocked: "Where are you going?"

  Liu Handong walked around from the front of the car and opened the driver's side door: "I'll drive."

  Qianqian hastily got into the car and sat in the front passenger seat. Liu Handong got in, fastened his seatbelt, and as the traffic moved forward, he turned the steering wheel to the left, blocking a car that was trying to cut in. He then drove onto the double yellow lines, overtaking other cars, and suddenly accelerated, speeding away. Qianqian was thrown back against her seat by the force of the acceleration, while Song Shuang was knocked against his seat.

  "You've broken the rules!" Qiongqiong shouted loudly.

  Liu Handong's face sank, and he turned the steering wheel to the right, returning to the main road. He drove erratically, speeding up like a cool guy, his small car handling nimbly under his control, darting around like a nimble mouse, making it hard for others to keep up. Song Shuang and Qianqian were tossed about in the back seat, like a small boat on a stormy sea.

  "Hey... slow down." Song Shuang shouted.

  "Slow down or I'll lose my car." Liu Handong's face turned iron-gray, his previous Passat had been scrapped at a disposal plant.

  In front of a stretch of open road, Liu Handong floored it, and the two girls felt an intense pushback again, this time not daring to speak.

  She couldn't help but steal a glance at Liu Handong, who looked especially handsome when he was focused on something. A man who could drive a lady's car with F1-like skills was even more handsome.

  Song Shuang's mood was complicated, she regretted playing with Liu Handong, a three-wheeled motorcycle, which might be insignificant to the rich young master, but for Liu Handong, it might be his whole life.

  The scrap processing plant has arrived, and the car is blocked at the gate. Looking inside, many cars are parked, and a rostrum is set up with banners that read "On-site destruction ceremony for unlicensed three-wheeled vehicles in accordance with the law".

  "Hurry up and leave, social vehicles are not allowed in." The gate police officer shouted.

  Liu Handong stepped on the accelerator, saying nothing, he knew the two girls must have a way.

  "Let's go in, there's something important!"

  The traffic police officer said impatiently: "There is a meeting going on inside, no entry allowed."

  "I just want to go in, open the door quickly!"

  "Traffic police shouted: 'Driving license and vehicle license, take them out!'"

  "Ah, my father is Zhu Huabiao! Let me in quickly!"

  The traffic police were stunned. Zhu Huabiao was the commander of Jiangsu Provincial Traffic Police Corps, the big BOSS of all traffic police in the province! Was this girl the commander's daughter?

  Before he could react, Liu Handong had already gotten out of the car and was walking straight to the gate. Song Shuang and Qianqian also quickly got out of the car and chased after him. This time, the traffic police didn't stop them again. The order they received only prohibited unrelated social vehicles from entering, but it didn't say that people couldn't enter.

  Liu Handong walked quickly in the front, two girls stumbled and followed behind, the meeting was underway, the loudspeaker broadcast the voice of Mayor Jin Muchen: "Destruction of unlicensed vehicles is a strong medicine for our city's traffic congestion... Next, I declare, destruction begins!"

  As soon as Mayor Jin gave the order, several excavators began to move, using their huge shovels to crush the unlicensed three-wheeled vehicles into scrap metal. The scene was met with thunderous applause from the podium, and reporters scrambled to take photos, while camera lenses were also trained on this spectacular scene.

  Liu Handong stopped in his tracks, slowly crouching down to the ground. He recognized that among the destroyed tricycles was his own, which had been repeatedly crushed. The iron carriage had become a twisted and deformed shape, the tires were distorted, parts were scattered all over the ground, and the vehicle was completely ruined.

  Liu Handong sniffled, he was heartbroken, and still came a step too late. Even if he had arrived on time, he feared that he wouldn't have been able to retrieve the car in front of so many people.

  Song Shuang and Qianqian stood far away, not daring to move forward. They both felt Liu Handong's sadness and fell into deep self-blame. The prank had gone too far and couldn't be taken back.

  Liu Handong didn't cry, he just felt very uncomfortable, stood up and turned around to leave. Song Shuang came over and said: "Sorry, I will compensate you."

  Liu Handong's face was expressionless, he sidestepped her and continued walking.

  "Everyone has already apologized!" Song Shuang shouted loudly.

  "Where are you going? There's no bus here!" Pingping also shouted along.

  Liu Handong didn't look back and walked away with big strides, his lonely figure disappearing into the distance. Song Shuang started sobbing again as she gazed at him.

  "Come on, don't cry, we'll think of a way to compensate him with an even newer and better one, okay?" Qianqian said, shaking Song Shuang's arm.

  Song Shuang wiped away the tears on her face, what's wrong with herself lately, she's not a girl who loves to cry, but she's cried many times in these days, at first it was because of Keke's loss, and later she cried several times, all for this hateful Liu Handong.

  The on-site destruction conference has ended, and the leaders have left one after another. The Audi of the municipal leader who left first was finally followed by the commander-in-chief's car, which was an Audi A6 with a police car paint job. It stopped in front of two girls, and the rear window rolled down to reveal a stern face.

  "Qianqian, what are you doing here?"

  "Dad, I'm coming to take a look at the excitement."

  "Nonsense, what's the excitement about? Oh, Song Shuang is here too. Look at Song Shuang, he must be here to experience social life, unlike you who just knows how to have fun. By the way, how did you guys get here? I'll send you back."

  "We have a car, Dad just needs to drop us off at the gate." Qianqian was made very uncomfortable by her father's words, this flattery is too obvious.

  Two girls got on the car and drove to the gate, where the Mini Cooper had been moved aside by the traffic police, who were waiting for them to come out and give them a good scolding. But then they saw the two girls get out of the team leader's special car, and sweetly said "Dad, goodbye".

  The traffic police didn't see him and he hid to one side.

  Song Shuang and Qianqian got on the car and sped along the way they came, but Liu Handong suddenly disappeared into thin air and his figure could not be found again.

  At this time, Liu Handong was sitting on a short-distance bus heading into the city, thinking about how to approach Wang Dage.

  ……

  In Memphis, Tennessee, a beautiful villa with lush green grass and blue pool water. Xianfan was drawing under the shade of an umbrella with a pencil. Xiaqing walked over and said: "Xiaofan, show daddy what you're drawing."

  Shu Fan handed over a stack of papers, Xia Qing Shi slowly flipped through them, and couldn't help but be moved.

  The first one is a girl being kidnapped on the road, with a villain wearing a police uniform, his face ferocious and with a scar, a black SUV also looks murderous and full of evil spirit.

  The second one is a suburban road at night, the girl climbs out of the trunk of a crashed car, and a tall man is stopping a dump truck. The lines on his face are extremely sharp, with an air of righteousness.

  The third one is two people standing between high-rise buildings, and a group of migrant workers wearing safety helmets looking up at the rainbow in the sky together.

  The fourth one is in the courtyard of a slum, where a man shields a girl behind him, holding a gun with one hand and firing angrily. Behind them is a middle-aged policeman who has been shot in the abdomen. Below are a group of thugs with rat-like faces and carrying various weapons. Shu Fan's pencil drawing technique was heavily influenced by Japanese manga, using many lines to highlight the man's grandeur and tallness, while the thugs were extremely sinister and dark.

  "Is this person Liu Handong?" Xia Qing Shi asked his daughter.

  "Hmm" Shu Fan nodded slightly.

  Xia Qing Shi squatted down: "Xiao Fan, Daddy promises, will never let you be threatened again."

  Shu Fan said: "I want to go back."

  Xia Qing Shi said: "Before finding out the real culprit behind, it's not suitable to return home. As for this Liu Han Dong, I will let An Auntie take care of him."