Chapter 1867 Red and White, Flashing Lights
After fleeing frantically for a while, Qin Luo stopped.
Looking back, Deschamps' figure had already disappeared, and even the actually splendid restaurant had disappeared from Qin Luo's vision.
It wasn't until this time that Qin Luo breathed a sigh of relief.
"Huhuhu..."
Just standing still, before Qin Luo had time to take a breath, a heavy panting sound came from behind, and then, a burst of complaint-like words came into Qin Luo's ears.
"I said, why are you running so fast, Qin Luo?"
The voice was very familiar, even if he didn't turn his head, Qin Luo knew who it was.
Bob Dylan!
Emmmm, I was so busy running away that I forgot about Bob Dylan!
Neck stiffened suddenly, Qin Luo turned his head in embarrassment.
"Mr. Chairman, your old body is really tough. If it were someone else, I'm afraid you would have taken a car long ago..." Qin Luo rubbed his nose and said with a stiff face.
by car?Ha ha, you think I don't want to.
"If there is a taxi, I'm still running!" Bob Dylan snapped.
taxi?
Hearing Bob Dylan's words, Qin Luo was taken aback for a moment.
He felt that Bob Dylan might have misunderstood something.
"Mr. Chairman, the car I'm talking about is not a taxi..." Qin Luo said cautiously.
Not for rent?what is that?
"That is?"
"It's the red and white one with flashing lights..."
Red and white, with sparkle?
Hearing this sentence, Bob Dylan froze for a moment.
What kind of car can be red and white, with flashing lights?
Suddenly, a bright light flashed in his mind.
Is it an ambulance?
After all, in Bob Dylan's limited knowledge base, only ambulances perfectly fit Qin Luo's expression.
Red and white, and flashing lights!
"Gulu~" Bob Dylan swallowed cautiously, and said slowly, "You mean, it can't be an ambulance, right?"
Qin Luo nodded seriously, and said: "It seems that the chairman has already guessed, what I'm talking about is the ambulance."
"At your old age, it's the first time I've seen someone who can run so fast without taking a car."
Bob Dylan: "…"
At this moment, he really didn't know what to say.
He didn't know that he should secretly rejoice that he was in good health?Qin Luo should still be criticized with righteous words.
After a long while, Bob Dylan shook his head helplessly, for Qin Luo, he really couldn't provoke criticism.
"Seriously, Qin Luo, what do you plan to do with this favor?" Bob Dylan waved his hand, bringing the topic back to the main topic.
Favor?
To be honest, Qin Luo really hasn't thought about this question.
After all, this was just his whim, and he didn't seriously think about the follow-up arrangements.
"Keep it for now, and use it when there is an award next time." Qin Luo said.
Awards?
Ha ha!
"Honestly, do you need it when the awards are presented?" Bob Dylan said.
Yes, is Qin Luo useful?
You must know that Qin Luo will speak amazingly in almost every awards ceremony, and all kinds of high-end theories are at his fingertips.
Favor?
That's just for those "half-handed people".
Hearing Bob Dylan's words, Qin Luo thought about it seriously, and it seemed to be true.
"Uh... I really don't need it myself, but that doesn't mean my students don't need it. Maybe someday they will be able to stand on the Nobel podium?"