Chapter 20 third quarter

As soon as the van drove out of the exit of the parking lot, it was slammed into the side door by the speeding bus. The windshield of the bus was completely shattered. Fortunately, except for the driver, there were only a few young male passengers in the bus. Although they were injured, they were not serious.But the van was not so lucky, because the collision force was too great, the side door was twisted into twists, broken glass was all over the floor, and the driver lay motionless on the steering wheel with his head covered in blood. The bus driver was terrified and stumbled out of the bus, looking at the van's cab in panic, not knowing what to do.

Seeing such a situation, I didn't care about going to the sports school to deliver the goods, so I immediately took out my mobile phone and prepared to call the police.At this time, I suddenly heard a rush of wind from behind.Just in an instant, I found that the mobile phone in my hand was taken away by one hand.Looking back, it was Aunt Yan who took the phone away. "Young man, let me call the police. This place is very remote. You can't tell the police the way to come here." What Aunt Yan said made sense, so while she was calling the police, I also ran to the scene of the car accident to see if I could help.

Probably because at this point, the artists in the old warehouse were sleeping, so no one came down to watch the excitement. Cleaning the broken glass from the windows, I tap the van driver on the shoulder.The side door had been deformed. The driver opened his eyes and let out a groan. Fortunately, his leg was not stuck in the driver's seat and he was still able to move.As soon as I helped him out of the car, he passed out again. The bus driver was a big man with beards, and he said to me breathlessly: "It's my fault, I ran into it from behind, and I'm fully responsible for it! I'll lose money and pay for the medical expenses! I'll call now." Call the insurance company to come over! Quickly check whether the goods on the car are damaged? If there is any damage, I will pay for it!"

I was about to say to the bearded man, I'm not the owner of the van, it's useless to tell me this.At this time, I heard an angry voice: "Pay, can you afford it? The car is full of gold leaf paintings, worth millions!" Looking back, I saw a pampered middle-aged fat man in a pretentious Tang suit, with a shaved head and a gold necklace the size of a thumb around his neck. I know that this middle-aged fat man is Zeng Dejiang, a famous gold leaf painting artist. People in the world call him Master Zeng, who is good at painting on high-purity gold leaf. The bearded driver was obviously taken aback by Master Zeng's words, and he asked tremblingly, "Millions? Oh, I can't afford to pay even if I sell it." But the guy changed the subject and said, "It's okay. Our buses are national property, and they are insured, no matter how big the loss is, we can still pay for it!"

Master Zeng didn't intend to entangle too much, he just said loudly: "Gold leaf paintings are not so easy to damage, I have to rush to deliver the goods, I don't have time to chat with you." The truck driver said: "Hurry up and take all the paintings out of the car, go to the garage and drive out my private car, and use a car to deliver the goods! Hurry up, if you miss something, you won't come to work again!" The driver didn't care to wipe the blood on his forehead, so he quickly pried open the deformed side door of the truck, took out two cardboard boxes from inside, and ran to the underground parking lot.

"Hey, do you want to see if the goods in your carton are damaged?" The bearded man stopped the truck driver and said repeatedly, "Let's take a look in front of me. If it's not damaged, you can put it in the parking lot." If you sneak around a few times and then come out and say that it was destroyed in a car accident, then you can’t explain it!” The truck driver looked at Master Zeng helplessly, not knowing what to say. Master Zeng glared at his beard and said, "Don't worry about the gold leaf painting, even if it is damaged, I won't hold you accountable. We have to deliver the goods right away." , there is no time to waste!" Then he pulled away his beard.

The bearded man hurriedly said: "This is what you said, you have to keep what you say!" He turned his head and said to me, "Mr., you are an eyewitness, you have to testify for me!" I also know that gold leaf paintings are valuable, and it would be a pity if they were damaged in a car accident.Although Master Zeng has no intention of pursuing responsibility, it is extremely irresponsible for an artist who regards his works as his life.So I also said: "Master Zeng, you should take a look at the situation of the gold leaf painting. If something goes wrong, the insurance company can be responsible for it. It doesn't take much time. Why not do it?"

"Boy, it's none of your business here!" Master Zeng glared at me, thinking that I was meddling in my own business. Seeing that his tone was not so kind, I couldn't help but return a few words.Regardless of his age, Master Zeng was quite angry. He rolled up his sleeves and wanted to hit me. Even the bloody truck driver rushed up with his fists. Although I am a little younger, it certainly won't take advantage of one to fight two.Fortunately, at this time, the aunt who guarded the tobacco stall was doing a peacemaker.She stood between Master Zeng and me, and grabbed Master Zeng's arm.Master Zeng was not easy to do anything to the old lady, so Aunt Yan just pulled Master Zeng aside with a light tug.

After Aunt Yan said a few words to Master Zeng, Master Zeng's expression suddenly became tense, and then gradually relaxed.After a while, he glanced at me and then at the bus station platform.In the end, he walked over slowly, gave me a hug, and said in a loud and unhurried voice: "Brother, that's all for today. Let's drink tea and chat some other day." I didn't understand why he was so condescending, but then I finally understood what was going on from Aunt Yan's furtive glance at the black plastic bag on the bus station floor. Aunt Yan just took out my black plastic bag that was thrown on the ground, which contained something like a pistol.Of course she couldn't guess that the plastic bag contained an iron replica of a gun, and thought I was really some gangster.Seeing me arguing with Master Zeng, she worried that I would run back to the station to get the pistol, so she quickly persuaded Master Zeng.

It's just that Master Zeng's psychological quality is really good. After all, he is a master who has seen big scenes. After hearing that I have a gun, I can still talk without changing my face. When I was in a daze, I saw Master Zeng and the truck driver holding the cardboard box had buried their heads and walked into the underground parking lot. It seemed that they really didn't intend to check the damage of the gold leaf painting. Even if something went wrong, it was his own business. I didn't bother to care anymore, and after saying hello to the bearded man, I turned around and walked towards the bus stop.Just at this time, another bus came to the station.I can't waste any more time, and I have to hurry to the sports school to deliver the goods and collect the money.