Zhengwen Pawnshop was nowhere near Jiahe New Residence-it was over forty kilometers away.
After a moment's thought, Liu Zheng called the driver.
"Colonel, how's the audit going?"
He asked.
"Pretty much sorted out. You want to rent a car?"
The driver seemed reluctant to say more.
"Yes."
"For now, I can only rent you an ordinary car."
The driver said.
"Then just get me a sports car."
"All right. Where are you? I'll drive it straight over."
The driver asked.
"I'm at the entrance to the Jiahe New Residence Complex."
"All right."
The driver hung up. A few minutes later, he pulled up in front of Liu Zheng in a golden sports car.
"Colonel, you call this an ordinary car?"
Liu Zheng's mouth twitched as he looked at the sports car, even its wheel rims plated with gold.
"Hmph. I'm the fleet supervisor. If I say it's ordinary, it's ordinary."
The driver declared proudly.
Clearly, he still harbored resentment over the audit.
"All right, you're the boss."
Liu Zheng slid into the driver's seat, floored the accelerator, and shot away in a streak of gold.
If he drove a car like this in the real world, he would turn every head on the street. Even people who staged accidents for compensation would have to consider whether they could survive it.
But on the deserted streets of Metropolis, he could only enjoy it alone.
A little over ten minutes later, Liu Zheng arrived at the entrance to Zhengwen Pawnshop.
After some thought, he drove a little farther, parked in an alley, then walked back to the pawnshop.
Despite its name, Zhengwen Pawnshop's storefront looked more like a late-Qing antique shop from a television drama.
The two-story wooden building was made of finely grained timber, yellow tinged with green and occasional reddish-brown