Super Golden Eye

Chapter 405: You think you’re flying too low

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Chapter 405 You think you are flying too low!

Fang Yang pressed the answer button immediately: "Hey, Wanyu, did something happen?"

Cao Miaoyu's voice sounded a little tired, but he couldn't hide his excitement: "Fang Yang, our solar cells have officially passed the national special technology testing and certification, and can be officially put into mass production!"

Fang Yang was also very happy: "After raising it for so long, has it finally begun to bear fruit?"

Cao Miaoyu urged: "If you have time now, you'd better come to the company as soon as possible. Please search (pin%book¥¥.com) to see the most complete novel! Let's sit down and discuss the fastest updated novel. Let’s see how the next step of the work unfolds.”

Of course Fang Yang will not be absent: "I will be at the company in twenty minutes, please inform me."

After saying that, Fang Yang grabbed two buns and walked out. Gong Qianqian quickly caught up with her: "Where are you going? Grandpa said I can't leave you even for a step!"

Fang Yang rolled his eyes at her: "Please, I have something serious to do, okay? Besides, is it possible that you won't leave me even a step? Will you follow me to the bathroom?"

Gong Qianqian was extremely angry and stamped her feet on the ground: "I don't care! Anyway, I have to do what grandpa said, otherwise I will be scolded."

Fang Yang's mind is now focused on solar cells, so he doesn't care about her: "It's up to you, I'm in a hurry."

But this was at Gong's house, and Fang Yang finally remembered that it would be impolite if he drove away directly. And it’s impossible to get a taxi around here.

Fang Yang had no choice but to stop and look at Gong Qianqian: "Can you give me a ride?"

Gong Qianqian's eyes rolled around, and she licked her lips lightly with her soft tongue: "Are you really in a hurry? It's the morning rush hour, are you sure there's no traffic jam?"

Fang Yang said angrily: "If you don't leave, you'll never get to the company! If you don't want to, lend me a car and I'll go by myself."

Gong Qianqian rolled her eyes at him: "I didn't say I wouldn't give it away, but I'm afraid you won't dare to sit down."

Fang Yang was amused by her words: "How fast can you drive? Can you still fly? If you can get to Yangming Group within ten minutes, how about I agree to another condition?"

Gong Qianqian's eyes lit up: "Really?! That's what you said! But the timer has to start from the moment I drive out of the car. I'm not allowed to cheat!" After saying that, he turned around and ran away.

"Of course it's true! Why did I lie to you?" Fang Yang was still very confident.

It takes about fifteen minutes to get from Gongjia Villa to Yangming Group, even if there is no traffic jam. Not to mention that during the morning rush hour, riding a bicycle is probably faster than driving!

He didn't believe there was any way Gong Qianqian could reach Yangming Group within ten minutes. Because no helicopter was found in the Gong family villa.

A minute later, the roar of a motorcycle came, and Fang Yang looked back and was startled. Although he didn't know much about motorcycles, he looked like he was.

Gong Qianqian rode a silver motorcycle, flicked its tail beautifully, stopped in front of Fang Yang, and threw a helmet to him: "Get in! Let you experience the feeling of flying!"

"It looks similar to a Yamaha. Is it really as magical as you said?" Fang Yang had really never been exposed to motorcycles before.

However, it happens to be the morning rush hour now, and scooters are relatively more convenient and faster than cars, so I don’t care.

"Tch, you old man, you'll know what the gap is after a while!" Gong Qianqian was obviously a little dissatisfied with Fang Yang's words. Seeing him get into the car, she reminded him with ulterior motives: "It's 8:13 now, can you Sit tight, you can't blame me if you fall."

Fang Yang said impatiently: "Okay, let's go quickly, time is running out."

Gong Qianqian said no more, turned the accelerator hard, and the car rushed away like a silver lightning!

The huge impact made Fang Yang scramble to hug Gong Qianqian tightly. It’s not that he has never driven fast, but there are limits! According to his estimation, Gong Qianqian's current speed is definitely over 200 miles per hour!

Fang Yang wanted her to drive slower, but at such a high speed and with the roar of the motorcycle, talking was in vain.

It seems that Gong Qianqian’s driving skills are pretty good. He can continuously change directions, grab lanes, corner, and even drive in reverse and run through lights at such a high speed. It is definitely a real-life version of Fast and Furious!

"Squeak~~" The silver motorcycle stopped in front of the Yangming Group building, leaving a black mark.

Gong Qianqian took off her helmet and shook her long hair, "Eight twenty-two, it took nine minutes, you lost!"

"Ugh~~" Fang Yang shakily got out of the car, threw his helmet aside, and started to vomit while holding on to the car. Basically, he vomited out all the food he had eaten in the morning.

Seeing Fang Yang's face pale and vomiting, Gong Qianqian was obviously a little surprised: "As for that? This isn't your first time riding a motorcycle, is it?"

Fang Yang had no energy to speak at all and was still retching. At this time, someone reported the news to Cao Miaoyu. Hearing that Fang Yang was feeling unwell downstairs, Cao Miaoyu rushed down immediately.

As soon as I came downstairs, my eyes were immediately attracted by the silver color of the car. I held my heart in my hands and screamed: "Wow! Is this really the Ghost Rider?! Oh my God! It's so cool! Even better than in the video. cool!"

Gong Qianqian looked at Cao Miaoyu with some surprise: "It's like meeting an expert. This old fool actually said this is Yamaha!"

"Yamaha? Is he crazy?" Cao Miaoyu had long forgotten what he was doing here, and kept wandering around the Ghost Rider. It seemed that if Fang Yang's body hadn't been pulled over to the side of the car, he would have wanted to drive out for a spin.

After vomiting for more than ten minutes, Fang Yang felt that he had regained his breath. He took out a paper towel and wiped his mouth.

I saw Gong Qianqian and Cao Miaoyu completely disregarding their own life and death, and chatting about opportunities to discuss. I couldn't help but said feebly: "Do you still have any sympathy? Can't you see that I am about to die?"

Gong Qianqian said disdainfully: "It's just a motorcycle ride that can kill people? Then you are really weird."

Fang Yang became angry when he heard this: "Weird? Do you know how dangerous it was just now? Do you know how fast you were driving?"

Gong Qianqian curled her lips: "It's just over three hundred miles. If I weren't afraid that you wouldn't be able to bear it, I could drive faster."

What's even more unbearable is that Cao Miaoyu even nodded loudly, as if it were a matter of course: "Indeed, this is the global limited edition Ghost Rider! It's going at 300 per hour, that's definitely a joke."

Fang Yang said bitterly: "I think you don't think you're driving too fast, but you're flying too low!"

Holding the handle of the stairs, Fang Yang decided to stay away from this little witch in the future. If you let her follow you, even if you don't die young, you will get a heart attack!

Although Gong Qianqian still wanted to see more of the Ghost Rider, fortunately she remembered that she had some business to do, and moved her eyes away from the motorcycle with difficulty: "Oh, I really want to ride it for a spin, but today is No chance."

Gong Qianqian had a good impression of Cao Miaoyu, perhaps because their personalities and tempers were somewhat similar, so she said angrily: "It doesn't matter, the car is mine. You can just come to me anytime you want to ride it."

"Really?! Thank you so much!" Cao Miaoyu happily held Gong Qianqian's hand: "Sister, do you want to go up together?"

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