[Hot Female Motorcycle Rider] (01) Author: sam309

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"Ping, a hot female motorcyclist, was recently photographed covering the English
letters on her license plate with a cloth while waiting at a red light. Netizens criticized her for having money to buy a motorcycle but not to pay the fines, which angered Ya, who felt she was being personally
attacked and seemed to be considering suing the netizens. ..." The TV in the store suddenly played such a news report, causing
Awen to turn around and stare at the screen, putting down his work.

"With a great figure and striking looks, Sister Ping was even invited to a TV program to demonstrate her motorcycle riding skills. Actually, she
usually works in alcohol sales and loves the thrill of riding. She got into motorcycles three years ago and has already bought three. This time, she clashed with
other riders, and many fans rallied to her defense. Some said it was Sister Ping's revenge, while others joked that
she could buy another motorcycle after the lawsuit. As she whizzed past, the handsome rider transformed into a beautiful woman, attracting a lot of attention.
However, Sister Ping, who has been the focus of attention many times before, probably didn't expect that this time she would be caught in this controversial photo."

The news narration and the images seemed to evoke many memories for someone. He stood in front of the TV in a daze
and even dropped the snap-on torque wrench without realizing it.

"It really is her," Awen couldn't help but mutter under his breath.

Without picking up the tools on the ground, he took out Seven Stars (a Japanese cigarette brand) from his chest with his trembling right hand,
lit one, and took a deep drag. Then
came nearly 47 seconds of choking and coughing, a scene straight out of an old movie. He turned, walked outside, and forgot
to smoke anymore, letting the rolled-up tobacco continue burning between his index and middle fingers.

"Wen, who's that?" Qianqian, standing nearby, couldn't help but ask Wen as she walked towards the door.

Qianqian slowly walked towards the familiar figure standing outside, gently embracing the waist of the man she'd known for over a year but
still didn't quite understand. She pressed her six-month pregnant belly tightly against the man in front of her, as if
a little worried, a little surprised, a little lost, wanting to hold on tight, wanting to know why a news report had caused
this usually gentle man to be unusually unkind to her.

"Huh? What did you say?" Wen, briefly lost in thought, returned to his usual gentle, whispering manner towards Qianqian.

"I mean… that person from the news?"

"You know her?"

"Yes!" After 30 seconds of silence, Wen gave an answer that Qianqian wasn't surprised at all.

"Then...would you like to talk to me?"

"Yes! Come here."

Awen pulled away from her arms, turned around, and gently took Qianqian's right hand, leading her out of the shop.
He took out the remote control for the iron gate from his pocket and unexpectedly closed the gate, ignoring the fact that the TV and lights were still
on inside. He then pulled Qianqian across the riverbank.

This shop had always been a place they both loved. Yonghe's Huanhe Road was a
quiet road with houses on one side and the riverbank on the other. During their short walks after closing, Qianqian cherished the time she could spend with Awen, this
serious man who worked tirelessly and rarely spoke a word, just to talk to her.

Today, he was unexpectedly willing to close the gate and not
do business .

The man who used to want to open even on the third day of the Lunar New Year was now putting aside his most important work to focus on talking to her
; it must be something very important.

"Aren't Brother La and Brother Luo coming soon?"

"Come on, I'll take you for a walk."

As if he hadn't heard Qianqian's question, Hongwen took her hand and walked towards
the stairs .

The river embankment in November always had a slight chill in it. The two walked silently up
the steps of Yongfu Bridge and headed towards the large red arched bridge.

Hongwen had once held her here, on Yongfu Bridge, jokingly called "Taipei's most beautiful and cheapest night view,"
laughing and talking about many interesting things that had happened in the motorcycle industry. They were often
seen Qianqian would always laugh until she was breathless at their seemingly exaggerated but true stories
. Hongwen's detailed narration and serious tone, coupled with exaggerated gestures and unexpected annotations, would always make
Qianqian laugh all night until her stomach hurt and she couldn't stand anymore…

Tonight, however, he wore an unprecedentedly heavy expression, his arms crossed, leaning against the concrete railing beside the bridge,
staring blankly at the distant Zhongzheng Bridge. For a long time, silence and stillness seemed to be the epitome of this man's mood tonight. As if
no one was beside him, Hongwen remained lost in thought, not uttering a single word.

"Weren't you going to tell me about that news?" Qianqian broke the silence.

Like a hypnotist giving the "wake up" command, Hongwen turned around.

Looking at the greatest happiness in his life before him, and the joy that lingered within him, Hongwen sighed softly,
raised his head, and unconsciously moved his lips, slowly uttering his first words of the hour.

"Quautsatus?" (Where to begin?)

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"I..."

"Are you sure you can do this?"

"Hmm...!"

The familiar television scene played out again in the hotel room in Taitung, but instead of the handsome
and beautiful male and female leads on TV, it was Hongwen's first encounter with Xiaoping after three years of being single.

Like the opening scene of an old-fashioned program, Hongwen gently turned off the lights before they even kissed.

"Um... I'm not..." Xiaoping reluctantly tried to say something to Hongwen.

Hongwen gently pressed his index finger against her lips. "That's not important."

"We're both adults. Accepting each other's present includes accepting each other's past."

"Wait...can I...ask you for a favor?"

"Go ahead."

"It's...it's been a long time...can you be gentle?" "I'm afraid of pain..."

Her pitiful tone made Hongwen's blood surge. He didn't know where the strength came from, but he picked up the 170cm tall
Xiaoping, gently walked to the bedside, and slowly placed her on the bed. Hongwen also lay down, their lips
less than 10cm apart, their bodies overlapping on the hotel's Beautiful Classical
mattress.

"I promise you."

"Wait...today...just halfway in..."

"Don't be afraid," Hongwen said gently.

"Mmm...thank you...I'm so shy."

They both laughed for some reason, the awkwardness suddenly easing.

After several light kisses every three seconds, their tongues intertwined and swirled.

Hongwen's hands, which had been resting on Xiaoping's cheeks, unwilling to let the French kiss end, slowly moved to
the towel on her chest. Like a rollercoaster ride, they quickly resumed their familiar
movements and techniques, naked,

as if afraid of waking from a dream. The battle of tongues never stopped, Hongwen's right hand roaming over Xiaoping's full
breasts . As if a switch had been flipped, Xiaoping's body writhed. She cried out, gasped,
convulsed, but because Hongwen's lips were pressed against hers, she couldn't shout, only emitting muffled, primal female moans.

"Is it okay?" Hongwen, holding those terrifying, firm, veiny breasts, paused all movement
and gently asked Xiaoping.

"Mmm...don't forget...you promised me..." she nodded shyly, looking at Hongwen.

Hongwen instantly straightened his upper body, parted Xiaoping's legs, and slowly, gently confirmed
the wetness. He placed his terrifying, firm, veiny member into the "ready position." Seeing Xiaoping
bite her lip and turn her head away, he slowly pushed his terrifying, firm, veiny member in
little by little.

"Ah... Wen, slower..."

Xiaoping pleaded, unable to bear the firmness, the size, the length, yet trying her best
to endure it.

Hongwen suddenly thrust his waist in with all his might, forcefully pushing his length into Xiaoping's
body , then thrusting violently and relentlessly, like a quad-engine piston wildly unleashing its years of
hidden power in the red zone.

"Ah... ah... ah... slower... slower..."

"You... you... didn't... promise me..." Xiaoping
desperately .

Like an engine running at over-revving speed, Hongwen suddenly stopped.

"You promised me you'd only put half in," Xiaoping said, completely dumbfounded, slapping Hongwen's left chest with her right hand.

"Yeah, so I only put in the back half."

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? Hi! ? ? Eric, good morning...! ?

Leon, holding the new Canon EOS 7D camera, his right eye still
glued , continued to greet the newly arrived shooter. His 70-200mm "Little White" lens covered his
slightly chubby face. Although this greeting was a bit impolite, the newly arrived Eric didn't seem to mind.
He casually put down his camera backpack, slowly took out his Nikon D90, and
assembled it with his "Little Black Six" 70-200mm lens.

The Caimao Bend at kilometer 33.5 of the Beiyi Highway.

I don't know why, but over the years, people have been naming the various bends on the Beiyi Highway. Perhaps
it's because more and more people come here, and to make it easier to find and meet others, they've arbitrarily given
different . Like this Caimao Bend, the name "Caimao Tea House" on the bend has become the most fitting name.

A little over a year ago, two Japanese camera companies, Nikon and Canon, released what they called "professional-grade SLR
digital cameras." The general public, who were previously hesitant to try photography, overcame their concerns about the cost of developing blurry film and wanted to practice. Since memory cards are free , more and more people wanted to practice photography skills. A few people interested in photography started going up the mountain on weekends to shoot so-called "vehicle motion photography," which led to the term "focus tracking," and photographers became known as "shooters." After a while, some people called those who took photos with less blurriness "masters." A somewhat ironic name. Masters? Lyon thought to himself with a bit of skepticism. What started as a simple attempt to practice his aperture and shutter speed techniques for photographing moving subjects, followed by organizing and uploading them to motorcycle forums so that riders passing through Taipei could casually capture some unexpected snapshots, had become increasingly chaotic. Suddenly, some motorcycle enthusiasts [Note 2] started using unregistered accounts online [Note 2] to request the original photo files . Damn it, 8MB per file? How am I supposed to give it to you? The internet speed was only about 2Mbps upload and download; an email account could only send a 2MB file at most. Normally, these enthusiasts would spend over two cents just uploading a single RAW file using their private paid storage. If everyone was asking for files, wouldn't they be spending all night uploading these files? What started as polite requests for images escalated into online verbal battles: "I have portrait rights, am I going to sue you for taking my picture?" Many motorcycle clubs also sprang up like mushrooms after rain, organizing strange activities. Riding a bike on Beilin Road is like being constantly photographed. On weekends, Beilin Road is like a weekly pilgrimage to Mazu at the Dajia Jenn Lann Temple. Cars, cars, and inexplicably imported sports cars are constantly burning gasoline on the mountain roads near Pinglin. Where there are photographers, every car seems to be trying to... crawl under a sedan chair. [Note 2] Some even go so far as to drive back and forth on the mountain roads near the photographers' circle a dozen or twenty times, constantly being photographed, like monkeys taking exaggerated cornering angles. Then, one after another, these monkey-like kids fall from the trees... no, they slide off the curves along with their bikes. Trying to show off by pursuing extreme angles on ordinary roads, of course, ends up with bruises and black eyes. For a while, the Beiyi Highway saw a number of major A1 accidents [Note 2]. News reporters swarmed in like bloodthirsty flies. What followed were noise protests from residents and large-scale police raids, but nothing could quell the bizarre phenomenon of those energetic, almost manipulative, young people relentlessly chasing after photos. At this time, some conscientious voices emerged on motorcycle forums. "Photos of riding without gear are not allowed!" This was clearly aimed at motorcyclists. Most students riding motorcycles couldn't afford the expensive riding gear that cost tens of thousands of dollars—a dream item only wealthy older brothers could afford! Necessity is the mother of invention! The Chinese will always find loopholes!

Gradually, these kids who wanted to take cool bike photos started wearing thin cycling gloves.
Some manufacturers also stepped up, producing a large quantity of cheap, but low-quality, cycling gear for mass production and sale.
Beiyi returned to its previous chaotic state, with eight different biker gangs everywhere.

Technological advancements also significantly changed the entire shooting community. Affordable SLR cameras began to
appear on the market, and cameras that could produce decent quality photos for around 20,000 yuan flooded the market. More and more photography
beginners , carrying their SLRs bought with their wages, went up the mountain to practice autofocus. But then a major
problem arose.

SLR camera manufacturers typically include a standard 18-55mm lens,
which is fine for taking pictures of girls within 3-5 meters, but to capture moving vehicles, you have to stand on the road and get as close as possible to get a
clear . A group of kids trying to speed around corners, plus another group trying to stand in the middle of the road, resulted in
more and more kids ending up in ambulances at Wanfang Hospital, chatting with nurses and staying for a few days.
Scenes of lacerations and bloodshed played out every weekend on the winding roads of Beiyi, frequented by skilled photographers
. At this time, some conscientious voices appeared on motorcycle forums:

"No standing on the road for autofocus! If you want to, pay for a telephoto lens first."

The autofocus photographers in Beiyi were quite fussy, especially the veteran photographers who had been camping out on the roadside since the beginning.
They would ride around the major bends to lecture the rule-breaking newbies. Accidents in Beiyi decreased somewhat
, but incidents of dead monkeys falling from trees continued to happen.

"Please remove the photo of that blue R1." "[The red ST4 photo must be taken down immediately, you've violated my
portrait rights.]"...

These photographers received more and more inexplicable text messages and private messages after
taking the photos. Why make such a fuss over a simple photo? Later, a friend of one of the people demanding the photos be taken down, a
veteran , gave a simple answer, but everyone quickly understood.

"Ah, he was riding with that girl outside. If the photo is exposed, he's finished." The emphasis on those four
keywords made it immediately clear.

Riding with his girlfriend, his sister-in-law, his brother's wife, the girl his friend was pursuing,
the underage at the intersection... On Saturday night, he kept a close eye on the forum's focus section, checking all newly posted articles,
hoping to get those photographers to take down these shameful photos as soon as possible, whether by begging or threatening, fearing that one
slip -up would turn him into gossip among his fellow cyclists.

And somehow, the gossip would quickly reach the ears of the person waiting for him to ride home. The market for

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large motorcycles is pitifully small, and shops that specialize in a single type of motorcycle are easily
starving Hongwen struggled for a long time before deciding to run his shop this way, and three
years ago he took the plunge and opened such a shop.

After taking out multiple loans, with help from his parents, and bidding on self-service sessions with relatives and friends until there were no more sessions to bid on,
he gradually gained a reputation in the vast motorcycle industry. More and more riders came,
and finally, made its first profit. Hongwen was happy for 1 day and 17 hours.

"This is the result of my hard work and careful attention to every single motorcycle." He

spent countless nights working overtime repairing motorcycles. In his spare time, he would go online to find more manufacturers to try out different modification parts. He couldn't take
weekends off. Organizing motorcycle teams and taking riders for rides became his only activity when his calendar was red. He
constantly cultivated new contacts and popularity to attract more customers.

Now that all these efforts were finally bearing some fruit, Hongwen began to dream of buying a new dynamometer
or the long-coveted special agent [Note 2], so that he could work faster and more efficiently, and customers
would feel more at ease entrusting their cars to him with those top-of-the-line tools.

Forty-one hours later, late at night, these happy dreams were suddenly turned into a deep abyss of sadness by a certain thought.

"No one around me can truly share my joy and achievements. What am I striving for?"

As a self-made, struggling business owner, if he didn't have a
partner , he was destined to have no time or opportunity to date.

Loneliness and emptiness diluted the joy of finally making money. He took a shower, found
a half-empty can of Langlois CV Scotch whisky among a pile of empty bottles in the room, and poured himself a full glass.

"The rich, refreshing vanilla aroma followed by the distinctive smokiness of Languedoc is simply unforgettable!"

Forgot which customer brought this back as a gift from their trip to England,
international wine connoisseur Jim Murray gave this yellow liquid an exceptionally high score of 95.5 points, listing it as "a
truly exquisite drink that makes you feel good about being alive."

"Damn... does it matter?" Hongwen thought to himself after reading the wine merchant's advertisement included in the box.

He raised his glass, tilted his head back, and with a gulp... half a glass of this "yellowish liquor that even a master would want to buy"
vanished from the face of the earth.

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As the police's harassing and stop-and-go inspections of motorcyclists and photographers on weekend leisure activities in Taipei and Yilan
become increasingly frequent, the residents of the motorcycle forum's "photo-seeking section," the largest "photo-seeking area" in the country, are also expressing more and more
opinions.

"If you don't take pictures of those cars, it won't be so chaotic."

"I don't owe you anything, why should I send you my file?" "

Which article of the constitution says I can't take pictures on the roadside? The cops are fucking local tyrants!"

The heated arguments didn't lessen the police's crackdown on motorcycle cyclists and those who chase after motorcycles in Taipei and Yilan.
Besides half-intimidating tactics to drive away those who chase
after motorcycles at various bends, a "joint inspection station" was set up at Qingtan Elementary School on weekends to conduct a "crazy ticketing harassment operation" on passing motorcycles. Working with
inspectors from the Motor Vehicles Office and the Environmental Protection Administration, they called down all those with modified motorcycles, noisy exhaust pipes, or attractive backseat riders... just to
have a chat.

They also handed out a few "vehicle inspection tickets" or "violations of Article 13 of the Noise Control Act" tickets to those
who boasted "the constitution guarantees people's freedom of movement" and thought they knew the law.

Conclusion: The cyclists were still not afraid!

The inspection station was set up at 8 o'clock, but these cyclists set off as early as 6 o'clock, making it impossible for the police to catch them.

Those who can't get up that early will still sneak into Beiyi via the small mountain road, 106B.

Normally, nearby residents are woken up around 8 or 9 am by the roar of car engines... but after the police enforcement, they're woken up around 5 or 6 am instead.
Then a bunch of hooligans started running rampant in the mountains.

The police, exhausted from their efforts, and the increasingly neglected motorcycle enthusiasts couldn't suppress this inexplicable
trend.

The motorcycle and car rider communities argued endlessly about who wasn't captured in the best-of-focus shots, infuriating the former.
In a fit of anger, the former riders stopped releasing photos of cars altogether. These car riders then quietly hid ahead of bends,
recklessly chasing after motorcycles, overtaking recklessly on curves, weaving between the riders and motorcycles to steal the spotlight, resulting in
a series of nonsensical photos in the best-of-focus shots. This angered the older motorcycle riders,
leading to online shouting and insults between them and the younger motorcycle riders. There were even reports of near
-real-life . This chaos only abruptly stopped with news from the 22km mark in Taipei and Yilan:

[22km bend accident, someone poured oil on the road!] The 22km

mark towards Yilan is a familiar spot for riders.
After , a new fixed-pole laser speed camera has been installed on the downhill slope. The 90-degree bend at the bottom of the 22km
mark is a perfect place to accelerate and regain speed after passing the camera. That's where someone spilled oil.

You see, when a motorcycle is cornering at high speed, if the tires get oily, they lose traction, and they're bound
to make a close call with the mountainside. This incident terrified everyone riding up the mountain... Now everyone has a chance
to "become a farmer."

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"How about I introduce you to a girl?" When we came to the shop to change the oil, Brother Xian blurted out a sentence that struck Hongwen like
a bolt from the blue .

"Damn... don't joke with me." Hongwen
said .

"Really!"

"I see you don't have a 7-inch mouse, and you're always at the bike shop with no woman to keep you company. It's been so long since you used it, it'll
break down sooner or later." Xian Ge said with a cigarette dangling from his mouth and a crooked grin.

"According to research, men in civilized society also have sexual seasonality. Single men have nocturnal emissions during sleep,
which gives us interesting evidence. Further research has found that men's sexual cycle is 28 days (some people think
it's 29.5 days)." Hong Wen thought of an article he had read online that said this.

"But I have sexual urges every day!"

A normal, healthy 29-year-old man, for the past 3 years, he has only had his right hand for company, and it's all work... work!

When he goes on a two- or three-day trip with his bike team, he always sees a few sweet couples or lovers happily
hugging and cuddling . Hong Wen can only share a room with some single male bikers at night and drink and chat. When he wakes up,
he is alone, riding and leading the team, without the massage and comfort of those two fleshy mounds on his back.

"I always feel sad for no reason, but everyone's laughing at me, which is great, how can I just
walk away alone?"

The lyrics of Jonathan Lee's "Loneliness Is Hard to Bear" suddenly echoed in Hongwen's mind.

"I'm still really looking forward to love in the future... la la la lu la... la la la la la..."

"Anzhao? You don't want to?" Xian Ge's voice interrupted the Jonathan Lee music video.

"No... no... of course it's good!"

If you don't seize an opportunity, if you don't take advantage of a hole, are you even a man?

"I'm almost thirty, of course I want someone to start a family with, have a child, and have a
goal ." No matter how beastly his true thoughts were, he always had to say the polite words.

"Okay... I'll help you invite her out for karaoke and a chat another day, you two can get to know each other first." Xian Ge flicked the
burning cigarette butt into the drain cover outside with his index finger, and threw the remaining cigarette butt into the trash can next to the door.

"Ah, what kind of girl is she?"

This question seemed to touch a nerve in Xian Ge, who was originally facing the TV watching Valentino? In the final seconds before crossing the finish line
on his Yamaha GP800M1 motorcycle, Rossi suddenly turned back to Hongwen and said
something puzzling:

"Just remember... that you had fun with her..." The war over

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corner photos was still unresolved.

A rare sunny Saturday brought a long-absent sight: a silver STX.

"Hello, Zuo'an-ge."

"Zuo'an-ge, you're back..." Someone even imitated Grandpa Lien's welcoming speech when he went to the mainland in an exaggerated tone.

This veteran rider, a big shot in the heavy motorcycle world and a master of tracking, had stopped tracking motorcycles on
the
North-Yi High-Speed Railway for over three months after the police began suppressing the operation. He couldn't stand being harassed for over half an hour while riding his unmodified stock motorcycle.

"Why did Zuo'an-ge want to come up today?" His younger brother, Rui Shao, quickly went to greet him.

"Let's see how the argument goes? Everyone's still arguing with those little brats in the cars!"
Zuo An said, taking out his camera bag from the back of the car and continuing his chat with his younger brother.

"There's nothing we can do! Those brats just won't listen! We're just not going to shoot the cars and see
what ."

"If everyone can stick to it... soon no one will be riding like that anymore."

Zuo An quickly set up his camera and started snapping photos.

This spot was a new location developed by the heavy motorcycle focus-tracking riders, located on Provincial Highway 9, kilometer marker K.
The original Cai Mao Bend was already full of focus-tracking riders hired by the car riders. These veterans, respecting
their status , didn't want to share the spot with the newcomers, so they quietly moved to this new location. Fortunately,
the owner of the tea shop here was quite friendly to these focus-tracking riders, so everyone continued to practice shooting peacefully here.

Lately, many newbies have been taking photos online, supposedly hired by the car enthusiasts themselves.
However, limited by their equipment (their finances can't compare to those of motorcycle riders) and their poor photography skills,
most people still prefer to get photos from the master-level photographers.

After taking a few photos, Zuo'an found a bench, lit a cigarette, and chatted with his fellow riders.
The romantic escapades of the few female riders in the heavy motorcycle community were, of course, the "main topic" of the gathering: old
men with wolfish hearts taking riders to the dealership and taking kickbacks, the latest developments in who was arguing with whom online, who
stole whose girlfriend, who slept with whose sister-in-law... and so on.

Around noon, Zuo'an packed up his gear and went down the mountain to find food.

"Ding-dong..." Late Friday night, Rui Shao knocked on Zuo'an's MSN.

"Brother Zuo'an... are you there?"

"What?" Zuo'an was actually preparing to sleep; the opening of the new pub had kept him incredibly busy.
He finally turned on his computer, intending to browse the heavy-duty vehicle forum and then go to sleep, but unexpectedly Rui Shao messaged him online.

"Brother Zuo An...did you see the photos from the Saturday before last?"

Zuo An knew, of course, that Rui Shao was referring to the photos on the forum's focus-tracking section. In the past few months, a bunch of newcomers had been posting
on it like crazy, and seeing those blurry, messy works with the vehicles barely visible on the edges of the photos made Zuo An lose his appetite,
so he simply didn't plan to even open a forum.

"No."

"The Saturday before last... the day you went... someone posted a close-up photo of the car."

"Didn't everyone stop posting?" Zuo An felt a little strange.

"Yeah... but..."

"But what?"

"The girl on the back of that car was only wearing a bikini..."

"..." Zuo An really didn't know what to say except to nod.

Rui Shao continued typing,

"After that bikini photo was posted... last week a bunch of cars had sexy girls on the back, each one dressed
less and less, and the close-up section started posting photos of these cars with girls."

Zuo An fell into deep thought and didn't answer. He went to the dresser, took out a cigarette and a smoky bag, slowly lit
the cigarette and smoked slowly. IE's webpage jumped to the close-up section of the heavy motorcycle forum. He looked at the new articles and
photos for about half an hour and fell into deep thought again.

"Brother Zuo'an, are you still there? I'm going to sleep now!" Rui Shao sent another message, the MSN notification
reminding Zuo'an that he was halfway through a chat online.

"Listen, bro."

"The so-called heavy motorcycle industry is nothing but this," Zuo'an continued typing. "What unity and shooting
spirit are just bullshit."

"If a girl shows her legs or breasts, all the fighting spirit disappears."

"Damn... that's exaggerated??" Rui Shao casually sent an incredulous smiley face sticker.

"And they used to talk about loyalty and righteousness..."

After taking the last drag of Paramount, Zuo'an exhaled and typed
his last message of the night to Rui Shao.

"If you use the Lazy Peach's mindset, you'll know what people in the heavy motorcycle industry are like."

Note: Lazy Peach is Taiwanese for a man's little genitals.

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