At 11:30 p. M., He was the only one left in the auto repair shop. There was not even a ghost in sight on the old street outside, only the street lights flickering there, as if they were haunted.
"This broken car... You son of a bitch."
He was lying under a black sports car, holding a flashlight in his mouth, his hands were covered with engine oil, and his face almost touched the floor. This car was given to me by an old customer in the afternoon. He said that there was something wrong with the brakes and it felt squishy on the pedals. He asked for help to take a look at it. Shen Zhou checked around and found that it was a problem with the brake master cylinder. Replacing this thing is not cheap. The car owner said to repair it first, and then replace it if it can't be repaired.
He likes this kind of master who is very calculating.
