Take an 8-series BMW
Frank also stood up slowly at this time and looked at them condescendingly.
"Okay, seeing that you are very good, I will not pursue it."
After standing up, Frank was about to leave when his eyes landed on the set of BMW keys on the wine table in the booth.
Frank picked it up easily.
"This is mine..." The bald man glared.
This is a new car he bought, a BMW 8 series , and it cost more than 900,000 US dollars to land, which is close to a million dollars less.
Even for him, nearly a million dollars to buy a car was a pain in the ass.
"What? Can't you borrow it for a few days?" Frank said softly.
Although he said he was borrowing it, he didn't plan to pay it back at all.
If you want to borrow it, borrow it for a lifetime!
Why do you have to pay back the car you borrowed on your own merits?
"This - OK!" The bald man gritted his teeth, then lowered his head again.
Compared with more than 900,000 dollars, his life is more important.
"Thanks then." Frank picked up the key and walked away.
He walked out of the wine table, reached the door of the bar, and looked back at Red Rose.
"I'll play with you next time."
"What a badass." Red Rose blushed slightly.
Of course she could understand what the other party meant when she was playing with her, or that she was the other party's toy.
However, in the face of the threat of more than ten people holding machetes.
This Frank, not only safe and sound, but also forcibly defrauded the bald man with a BMW.
Even she can't do that, and this Frank is just -- so cool!
Went to the door of the bar.
Frank saw at a glance, parked across the road, a brand new BMW eight-series.
Because it is a new one, there are still red ropes hanging on the mirrors.
"This car is mine now."
Frank walked over, opened the door and got in the car, then kicked the accelerator and roared out.
Half an hour later, the BMW stopped at a gas station.
Frank got out of the car with a depressed look on his face.
"I bought a new car, and the oil is not filled up. It's a pit."
Frank drove a new car, and after a few laps on the city's roads, he ran out of gas.
Fortunately, the gas station is not far away, otherwise I would have to call a tow truck directly.
Seeing this brand new BMW parked here, the staff at the gas station lit up and approached very respectfully.
Even, there were two other brands of cars waiting for refueling, he ignored it.
After all, BMW's eight-series car , with a price close to one million dollars, is already considered a luxury car.
It's rare to see such a small gas station.
When they meet, he will naturally receive them well.
Moreover, he didn't even need to ask what gas to add.
Like this BMW eight-series car , it is considered a top-level car, and generally speaking, the most expensive model of gasoline is added.
One liter costs nine knives.
"It's a jerk, obviously my car is not bad." A skinny car owner raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction.
"Your car starts with B ? Bentley? I don't see how rich you are, brother!" Another car owner next to him was shocked.
"Hey, my car is a BYD refitted second-hand car that I bought for $20,000." The skinny car owner sneered.
Hearing this, the man next to him gave him a blank look.
BYD, and still second-hand!
less than $20,000, even the price of the other's eight-series BMW 's four wheels couldn't be compared.
If he was a staff member at the gas station, he would also choose to let the BMW refuel first.
"Brother, how much do you add?"
The gas station staff ignored the complaints of others and remained flattering.
"Top up." Frank replied.
"Okay." The gas station staff smiled and took out the fuel gun and started to refuel.
And the above counting table, starting from 0 slowly soaring up the number.
One hundred - two hundred - five hundred - eight hundred - more than nine hundred!
In less than ten minutes, it was already close to a thousand dollars.
As BMW's most common top car, this fuel tank capacity is also extremely high.
The more than 80-liter fuel tank can hold 98 gasoline for nearly a thousand dollars.
Tanker: " 98 has gone up again, and it's almost a thousand dollars less to fill up."
Eight-series BMW : "I can't help it. I have a big stomach. I'm used to eating 98. I'm not used to the rest."
BMW fuel tank: "Bragging, you have only been out of the factory for three months, and you have only added oil less than five times in total. Except for 98 oil, have you ever eaten 95 oil? Have you ever eaten 92 oil?"
Eight-series BMW car: "You...you...you! How can I eat such low-grade oil for such a high-end car."
The eight-series BMW car quarreled directly with the parts in its own car.
At this moment, Frank heard other voices.
Wallet in pocket: "I feel like I'm running out of stock in my body, brother, be careful."
The hundred-dollar bill in the wallet: "Don't feel it, I tell you, it's just me and my brother."
Another hundred-dollar bill: "There are also a few younger brothers, it seems that one is ten dollars and one is five dollars."
"No money?" Hearing this, Frank took out his wallet and opened it.
really.
Just as the bill inside said, there was only two hundred and fifteen dollars left, which was pitifully small.
Not enough to pay for gas.