Chen Yu and the others had breakfast.
They left the hotel.
In an old residential building nearby, they rented a pickup truck at a high price.
They opened the door and sat in the driver's seat. Chen Yu's left foot was on the clutch, and his right foot was on the accelerator. He twisted the key forcefully.
"Buzz... Buzz... Vroom, vroom, vroom...
The truck started.
Chen Yu's buttocks were also numb from the shock.
After releasing the clutch, he turned to look at the original owner outside the truck. "Boss, is the engine of the tractor in your pickup truck?"
"Young man." The old owner asked incoherently, "You... ahem, how old are you this year?"
"I'm in my twenties. Why?"
"Young... ahem, young lady." The owner looked at Chen Siwen again. "How old are you this year?"
"About the same age as him."