When a Rolls-Royce Meets the Hongqi State Gift

On my way home for Chinese New Year, a Rolls-Royce was driving the wrong way down the road, forcing every passing car to swerve aside. I couldn’t brake in time and accidentally hit it. The owner got out, swaggering, and cursed me out, pointing a finger at me. “Are your eyes up your ass? Do you even know how to drive?” I shot back, “You were driving the wrong way. How is this somehow my fault?” Just then, a woman with a stunning figure stepped out of the car too. She glanced at me from the corner of her eye, then gleefully pointed at the little golden figure on the car and sneered, “Take a good look. Your clunker just hit a Rolls-Royce. A single scratch would cost more than your life is worth.” She even threatened that she had connections and would have me thrown in prison to work a sewing machine if I didn’t pay up. Instead of getting angry, I laughed and said, “My car isn’t a clunker. It has a name all its own.” “It’s called the Red Flag State Banquet!”