Car fans co with a built‑in filter for , so when I’m dealing with them I basically don’t have to overthink all that extra stuff.
Qin Miao asked curiously, "How did you guys find this place? I rember Fei and the others didn’t leak the address during the stream, right?"
The three comntators from Five-Star Sports standing to the side also looked over with so curiosity.
The dude in the rcedes team jersey scratched his head and laughed. "Actually it wasn’t that hard. I co here for hotpot a lot, and I just happened to be familiar with the private room you guys were in today, so I figured I’d co try my luck. Didn’t expect I’d actually guess right."
Qin Miao shook his head helplessly. "You guys really are sothing."
Then he looked at the other car fans who were staring at him, faces full of excitent. "You guys co here to eat a lot too?"
One guy shook his head. "Nope. I was watching the stream. When I was passing by I saw him waiting here, then he heard my phone playing Brother Bing’s Cafeteria and just stopped ."
This guy pointed at the car fan in the rcedes jersey as he spoke.
Qin Miao was even more speechless...
Has his influence really gotten to the point where you grab so random person off the street and they’re watching Brother Bing’s Cafeteria?
"Then tonight you at least owe this dude a al," Qin Miao roasted him.
"A al? No no no, I went straight to recognizing him as my adoptive father!" The guy clasped his fists with both hands, dropped to one knee in front of the dude in the rcedes team jersey and declaid, "Bu, I’ve drifted half my life, only regretting I never t a wise lord. If my lord does not disdain ..."
"Hey hey hey, that’s about enough!" The other guy hurriedly cut off the spellcasting—being Lu Bu’s adoptive father is not exactly an honorable role.
The others all had their own reasons too; in short, all kinds of bizarre excuses.
...
After the ruckus died down, Qin Miao took out his phone and checked the ti.
"It’s getting late. Good thing there aren’t many people." As he spoke, he glanced around and said, "While there still aren’t other car fans showing up, hurry up—if you want a signature, get a signature; if you want a photo, get a photo. Once there are more people I’m probably not getting out of here."
Everyone, hearing that, understood how serious this could get.
After all, Qin Miao is pretty famous now. If he stayed here much longer, it could really end up blocking the street, and a stampede wouldn’t be out of the question.
So everyone cooperatively ca up one by one, and Qin Miao took the phones from their hands.
They were all guys, so Qin Miao had no psychological burden at all. With the fans looking a bit excited and nervous, he put an arm around each person’s shoulders, smiled for a photo, then moved on to the next.
In two minutes he got through signatures and photos for all the fans who had managed to track him down here, and Bing had already driven his Porsche over.
Qin Miao hurried into the car. To the car fans still standing there holding up their phones filming him, he waved and said, "Alright, break it up, head ho and be safe on the way."
Then Qin Miao of course left as well.
"Car fans are really passionate. I never would’ve thought that even hiding this well soone would still manage to find us," Fei said. The stream was already closed by now, so he was a lot more casual when he spoke.
Qin Miao nodded. "Right? Good thing you guys didn’t announce in advance that I was coming. If you had, I feel like I wouldn’t be able to walk out of that restaurant even by dawn. The police would probably have to co out to maintain order."
Bing nodded. "Exactly. There are just too many experts among the masses. You never know when soone will casually pin down our location."
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