Chen Fei picked up his counterfeit shoulder bag, which he bought for five yuan, and gave the hotel manager the middle finger. Before the fat manager could explode, Chen Fei took off like a bolt of lightning.,Chen Fei found an excuse for himself, and then his heart was certain. He raised his head and prepared to walk towards the Mercedes-Benz car. 。,"Young man, don't you value your life!" 。What’s he thinking, trying to stop a car with his hands”"It's over, another one is in." 。"Three lives!"。