Chapter 37： (2/2)

Zheng Feiyu's eyes wandered over the shirt cuffs, while rubbing lightly and slowly with his fingertips, he said gently: "Just now, I glanced at the oil meter reading."

The driver's expression changed drastically, and his shoulders were obviously stiff.

"If I remember correctly, for three consecutive days, the amount of oil you came to pick me up was 10%, less than twenty liters." Zheng Feiyan lifted his eyes and struck a sharp gaze on the rearview mirror. "Last night I drove back by myself, and noticed the amount of fuel before entering the warehouse, no more, no less, exactly 50%-so where did the remaining 40% go overnight? I need a reasonable explanation. "

His tone was so cold that the driver shivered and said, "I ... I don't know."

"You do not know?"

Zheng Feiyu repeated it softly, and seemed to feel quite humorous.

The driver's soul was scared, and he hurriedly said, "General Zheng, I ... I'll be honest. In fact, when I come here every morning, your car is all empty."

"Empty oil ?!"

Zheng Fei sat upright and stared at the back of the driver.

The driver was scared to sweat on his forehead, and a lot of sweat fell down the horns: "Yes, right, right, from about half a year ago, your car ... every two or three times every month. I have nothing to prepare. I had to temporarily pump some oil out of my car and secretly fill your car. "

He swallowed and continued: "But, since Tuesday, your car has run out of fuel every day. I wondered if Maybach should not be used to bargains. I ca n’t always fill it with low-quality oil. Just take it every day. A barrel of new oil is coming. Your car has a large fuel tank, more than a hundred liters. I can fill in a small tank of oil, and it will only be ten percent dead. "

As soon as the voice fell, the atmosphere inside the car freezed to freezing point.

Zheng Feiyu pressed the painted armrest tightly, the back of his hand was exposed, the wrist trembled, and his face was white. After a short while, he let go of his hand and leaned back like a collapse.

"Let's go."

The driver fastened his seat belt and was frightened to get on the road.

The car was running smoothly on the street, but Zheng Feiyan's mood was extremely bad.

The car was too quiet and suffocating, and the jasmine-like fragrance smelled worse than ever. He wanted to blow a blow, then opened the seam of the car window, who knew the car exhaust outside seized the opportunity to take advantage of it, constantly irritating his weak nasal mucosa.

He couldn't help sneezing and had to close the window tightly.

The car drove up the viaduct, and the morning light in the distance was dazzling, like a scorching sun at twelve o'clock. Skyscrapers on the river bank are hidden in layers of clouds, and the glass wall surface has lost its luster, dim and old, as if more than ten years behind the times. As he approached the city center, across a layer of one-way glass, he saw greasy streets, manhole covers with sewage flowing, and street signs that had faded due to the wind and sun all year round.