The night is getting deeper.

The old father Fei Weicai was smoking a cigarette silently in the living room.

Tick…tick…

The clock hanging on the wall was walking step by step, and it was already two o'clock in the morning.

He glanced at the base map inside his phone and stared quietly at the kart racing stadium outside "Wangjing Square".

This "Wangjing Square" is where my son goes to work.

So he checked it casually, but he didn't expect to see this place.

The only thing that can be related to "learning driving".

Fei Weicai narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then looked at his son's closed door.

Now there is no light in the gap, and I guess I am already asleep.

Time passes by minute by minute.

...

The next morning.

As usual, Fei Weicai went to Yuantong Express's site to check in and go to work.

"Oh, Lao Bi!"

"Do you say you need to learn to drive this and that kart?"

The colleague Lao Bi next to him lowered his head and was choosing the express delivery area of ​​his own delivery area, and then said with joy: "What kind of kart?"

Fei Weicai spoke with a tantrum: "Tsk, that's that, isn't there a kart outside driving?"

"It's just outside the square, someone circled the venue, and surrounded it with tires and other things, so that those people can play!"

After saying this, Lao Bi suddenly remembered it.

After all, they were very familiar with the environment when delivering express delivery, and they immediately smiled and said, "Oh, I understand! You said that!"

"That doesn't need to be learned, just sit up and finish!"

"When you step on the accelerator, you will move."

Fei Weicai also murmured in a low voice: "I think so, but my son told me nervously yesterday that he wanted to learn to drive."

"I always feel something is wrong."

"In theory, you don't need to learn this thing. Besides, isn't it just a play?"

At this moment, Old Cao next to him suddenly smiled and said, "So, you don't understand, young people like to drift!"

"They like racing, but they don't have the conditions, so they can only drive a kart to enjoy it."

"Enjoy the pleasure of being a driver!"

Lao Bi smoked a cigarette jokingly, and then said, "No, Brother Cai, why do I think your son wants to be a racing driver!"

"It's impossible!" Fei Weicai was stunned for a moment and shook his head immediately.

Everyone also responded with a smile, bowed their heads and started working.

Each courier has his own distribution area. First, he is familiar with the good route, and secondly, he does not have to worry about competition or anything, and he can ensure that all express delivery can be dispatched.

Otherwise, everyone will rush to places that are easy to deliver, and the contradiction will be huge.

Yet that said.

But the more Fei Weicai thought about it, the more he felt that this situation that everyone thought was unlikely. Maybe it was really what his son thought.

Otherwise, there would be no need to hesitate at that time, and in the end I would not dare to speak.

Thinking of this, he felt a little heavy.

Racer?

He shook his head with a bitter smile.

At this moment, Lao Cao smiled and said, "Hey, have you visited the newly built commercial square? It is said that the price is less than 20,000 yuan per square meter!"

"After buying a shop and becoming a landlord, you don't have to come out to work!"

Lao Bi jokingly said, "What's that name? Jinling Wanfu!"

"Yes, yes, that's it!" Lao Cao sighed: "It's really something, this name was also given by the fortune teller."

"You said why are they so capable?"

"Have you been there? Find this fortune teller and ask for a divination?"

Old Bi shook his head and smiled, "No, who has that idle? He still has to queue up tens of thousands of people, just kidding!"

"It feels like it's all hyped. Like those live-streaming internet celebrities, the whole street is filled with people when they sing a song."

Lao Cao shook his head and said, "It's different, the influence is much worse."

"I heard that a while ago, there was a newly graduated college student in our building. He seemed to be studying art, but he couldn't find a job after graduation."

"Later, I went to ask for a divination and got a silver tip and said she was suitable to be an art teacher."

Lao Cao Leyouyou said: "That's a great man. When he came out of the store, someone said he would pay her money and cooperate to open art classes."

Lao Bi glanced at him and obviously didn't believe in such a boasted story.

Lao Cao muttered, "You will know if you don't believe it. It's right upstairs, it seems to be from the sixth or seventh floor!"

"It's really open now. It's said that the business is good, it's all for that girl."

"Just one tip, look at how much influence it is!"

Lao Cao grinned and said, "My mother is now learning that other people are downloading that software, and they have started queuing up to make an appointment."

"Yes, I know it's just a mess!"

The speaker is unintentional, and the listener is intentional.

...

It was immediately afternoon.

Fei Weicai rode his electric car delivering food and passed by a newly opened art training class.

“Take takeaway?”

"Yes, Liu Xia, it's here!"

Fei Weicai took two express boxes and walked in and took a look at the decoration inside.

He scratched the head and asked with a polite smile: "Hello, ask if you are that, the fortune teller's tip?"

The mother Liu Xia, who was in charge of enrollment, immediately smiled and said, "Yes, yes, my daughter is amazing!"

"This silver tip!"

After saying that, Liu Xia's mother also pointed to the tips hanging on the wall and the paper signed and certified by Master Li, who was "extremely outstanding art teacher".

It was just like a business license to open a store, and it was installed with a photo frame and hung it inside.

Fei Weicai was also stunned. There was such a thing.

Liu Xia's mother asked with a smile: "Do you have children at home and want to sign up?"

"This is our course, and there are fees, you can take a look!"

In this way, he took a leaflet and handed it to the other party.

Fei Weicai nodded, then walked out of the art training class with a flyer, and rode his small electric bike to the next customer's delivery point.

It was late at night that I finished delivering the last express delivery.

It was supposed to be dragging his tired body home.

However, this time, he chose to go to that strange place to take a look.

Today, Changling West Street has almost become a popular place in the city, and even people who have never been here will hear about it.

Looking at the bustling streets, the bustling city with bright lights at night.

Then he mustered up the courage, parked the car in the parking lot outside, and walked in.

Changling West Street is destined to be an extremely magical place, and it doesn’t hurt any other place. Few people will reveal their inner voices outside.

Few people mention words like ideals and dreams.

It will make people feel childish and funny.

It seems that this word will not appear in any corner of life except when we are studying and writing essays.

But on the West Street of Changling, there are laughter and mutual encouragement and support everywhere.
Chapter completed!