As soon as he got out of the car.
Jason was shocked by the blocked road.
There was already a traffic jam near the train station.
It became even more crowded for having a car accident.
Not to mention the passers-by were watching, now the cars coming and going also stopped. They opened the window, stretched out their heads to look at the accident, and took photos with their mobile phones.
Although it was a traffic jam, everyone was in high spirits.
After all, it was not easy to meet this accident that could be on the headlines.
Especially when they saw a 20-year-old boy coming down from the driver's seat, the onlookers became more excited.
"D*mn, he's too young. He owns a Rolls-Royce Phantom at such a young age, he must be a super rich kid..."
"He must be Bard's relative. His plate number is 8888. Just by this plate number that can afford a Panamera."
"Tsk, tsk. I'm so envious." "But the van in the back was tailgating and should be held responsible fully, at least 300 thousand Yuan, I guess this family will go bankrupt..."
In the midst of the discussion.
Jason got off the car and looked at the place where the two cars collided. The back of the car was hit into a small dent. It was not a big problem.
He called to ask Uncle Dong to send someone to deal with it.
However, at this time, the driver of the van and the people in the passenger seat also came to their sense from the shock and hurriedly opened the door and got off the car.
"What's wrong with you? How can you back up your car like this? Do you know how to drive? Now you hit my car, what should we do?"
A man and a woman got out of the car.
The man was 26 or 27 years old with the most stylish haircut. He wore a tight-fitting flower shirt and black cropped pants. Under his feet was a pair of Tod's. His body was as thin as a bamboo pole, and he walked in a rascally manner.
The woman was wearing a leopard- print short skirt and black silk stockings with high-heels. Her face was not bad, but she didn't look elegant, which made her look like a country chick.
The man asked the question.
He glanced at the place where the two cars collided, then stared at Jason and asked.
Jason did not speak. He met the man's provocative eyes. After a while, he saw the man stretched out his face and asked, "What? Even if you're driving a luxury car, you still have to pay for it when you hit a car. Have you had driving recorder? Take it out and see if we should solve this problem in public or in private."
"There is no driving recorder." Jason said bluntly.
Almost no luxury car would carry driving recorder.
After all, you couldn't imagine the private life of a rich man.
And they wouldn't leave any evidence to their traces.
And he could also see that the man in front of him should be very clear about these things, so he dared to ask for compensation in such a bold way.
"You don't have driving recorder?"
Sure enough, as soon as he heard that Jason's car was not equipped with a recorder, he became more excited.
He directly went forward to grab Jason's collar, and at the same time, the woman next to him also shouted, "See, he who drives a luxury car is so arrogant! He backed up casually on the main road and didn't pay for it when he hit our car. Quickly take a photo! You can send all of the photos to the Internet and let netizens search carefully. In order to prevent these rich people from colluding with the traffic police team in private, we have to leave evidence. We can't let these rich people bully our ordinary people!"
As the woman shouted, the onlookers nodded one after another. They began to shoot Jason.
For them, it was a pleasant thing to see a rich man suffer a setback.
Especially when they saw such a young man who was driving a luxury car.
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