Ancestral local tyrant system

"Hello? Who? Don't let people sleep?" Fang Jueyu sleepily touched the ringing mobile phone beside the pillow.

"Big lazy pig, it's time to get up!" Fang Jueyu was irritated to get up. He just wanted to have a seizure, and that soothing voice deprived him of all his fighting power.

"Xinyu, why are you so early?"

"It's already late at 8 o'clock!" Guo Xinyu takes vocal training every morning. This is a compulsory homework for music students like them.

"Why is it not early at eight? It's summer vacation now. Even when I am in school, I will never get up before ten on weekends!" Fang Jueyu said in a straightforward tone, his roommates slept better than him. It's still too late!

"Then you can't afford it?"

"Get up!" Fang Jueyu got up on the lazy bed, "I will go back this morning. Don't miss me too much!"

"I won't miss you! Humph! Ignore you, I'm going to practice piano! You are for nothing!" Guo Xinyu hung up the voice, and then sent a message.

"Be careful on the road!"

"Got it!" Fang Jueyu smiled knowingly.

However, he should really get up early today. These two days are still the peak period of tourism. If he doesn't want to be stuck on the highway, he should go out as soon as possible, otherwise he might make headlines again by calling the helicopter again.

The apartment can provide food delivery service. Fang Jueyu called the apartment service center, "Is it the service center?"

"Yes, sir, do you need breakfast? We have..."

"Thank you, please give me a bowl of mustard pork noodles, don't put green onions, thank you!" Fang Jueyu said directly before he could hear what kind of breakfast could be served there.

The staff at the apartment service center looked dumbfounded. This Tomson First-Class apartment is a top-notch apartment with people with a net worth of more than 100 million people. Such people are generally very particular about food and clothing, so they provide food. They are all very high-end.

"Sister Xiaolan, what's wrong with you, what's this expression?" A staff member of the service center couldn't help but ask when looking at the expression of the operator just now.

"The head of the household on the top floor just called to deliver breakfast. Guess what he wants to eat?"

"what?"

"He wants to eat mustard pork noodles!" The person called Xiaolan showed a dumbfounded expression. "What do you think the rich people nowadays think? We can provide free high-end breakfast. He doesn't want it. Want to eat eight yuan a bowl of mustard pork noodles?"

"Hahaha, I thought they wanted to eat sea cucumber and abalone!" The staff member smiled, "It's normal. The boss is tired of the delicacies of the mountains and the sea. Sometimes he wants to have some cabbage tofu for a different taste. I often eat barbecues at roadside stalls, so don’t worry about it and let someone find a noodle restaurant to buy it!"

"That's right!" They didn't dare to keep the owner here waiting for a long time. She immediately called a nearby noodle shop that tasted good, "Boss, send me a bowl of mustard pork noodles to the service building of Tangchen Yipin, right , You heard it right, it's mustard pork noodles!"

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"Hey!" Fang Jueyu sucked the noodles in the bowl with relish, "It's not bad, it tastes good, if only there is another rice ball!"

When he was full, he cleaned himself up casually and counted the days. The sports car and clothes he customized for these two days should almost be delivered, and it's time to go home.

He followed the elevator to the underground garage, but when he saw his car, he frowned. The exit of his parking space was actually blocked by a car, and the other side was a wall. He couldn't get out at all if the car moved away.

It was a Porsche 918 silver-gray sports car, the price reached more than 14 million, almost the same grade as his Maserati, but this car was officially mass-produced and sold in 2013, and Fang Jueyu’s car was ten years earlier. Years, and it is limited, the actual value is naturally higher.

"What's the matter?" Fang Jueyu walked up to see what was going on. Maybe it was because the owner of the car had left in an emergency and left the car in this place, right?Under normal circumstances, the front of the vehicle will leave its own number.

But what he didn't expect was that there was someone in the car. This was a young man in his early twenties. He was lying on his back in the driving seat holding the steering wheel and fell asleep. It seemed that he was drinking too much.

"Now the rich second generation don’t want to die, right? Even if you drink like this, you still dare to drive?" Fang Jueyu's heart vaguely burned with anger. Recently this year, things like this have been common. Some rich second generations got drunk. Drag racing on the road, in the end he did not die, but killed a lot of innocent people.

For these people, Fang Jueyu suffers deeply. These people often have strong backgrounds. Under normal circumstances, they lose money and are released after a few years in jail. Although there is a lot of scolding online, nothing can be changed.

"Hey!" Fang Jueyu patted the car window directly, "Wake up!"

"Who the hell are you? Dare to disturb Laozi's sleep? Get out!" The young man obviously hadn't sobered up yet, and a strong smell of alcohol came out of the car as soon as he rolled down the car door.

"Hurry up and move your car to block my car!" Fang Jieyu said with a ugly expression, but he still wouldn't be serious with a drunk idiot.

"If you block it, you can block it. Don't you have your own feet? You can't get out if you can't drive the car?" The young man glanced at Fang Jueyu, his eyes extremely contemptuous.

"Haha!" Fang Jueyu was amused by his words, "I'll give you another chance to quickly move your car away, or I will call the police. Drunk driving and eating a hundred food for a few years should be pretty good. Right?"

"Go to jail? Hahahaha! Who do you think you are? I really don't leave. See what you can do! If you have the ability, you smashed my car." The young man seemed to fight Fang Jueyu to the end.

"This is a good idea!" Fang Jueyu was also angry. He looked around for a week, and there happened to be a large fire axe in the fire cabinet not far away.

Fang Jueyu walked to the fire cabinet, kicked the glass and took out the fire axe. He weighed it in his hand. The weight was quite smooth.

"What...what do you want?" The young man panicked when he saw this. "My car costs 14 million. Can you afford it if it breaks?"

"Haha, it's only 14 million. What if you smash ten cars?" Fang Jueyu walked to the front of the car and smashed it down with an axe.

After twice the strengthening of his physical fitness, his strength became terrifying, and the axe went down and almost split the entire car door.

The young man was frightened, and he crawled out of the car, fearing that Fang Jueyu might even smash others with an axe.

"Are you crazy?"

"Shut up to Lao Tzu!" Fang Jueyu glared at him fiercely, and the cold eyes frightened the young man and immediately retracted.

"Crack!"

"Cracking!"

"Wow!"

In a few minutes, an extremely luxurious sports car was almost turned into a pile of broken copper and rotten iron under Fang Jueyu's axe. He threw the axe to the ground and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Cool!"

"You're looking for death!" The young man saw Fang Jueyu put down his axe, and his courage suddenly became stronger. He was taller than Fang Jueyu. He was confident that if both parties were bare-handed, Fang Jueyu would definitely not be his opponent.

"Boom!" Fang Jueyu kicked his chest accurately with a kick, and the huge force kicked him directly out and fell into a mess.

"14 million, right? Give me your card number, and I'll transfer it to you now!" Fang Jueyu walked up to him and said with great wealth.