On my way home for the Spring Festival, a Rolls-Royce drove the wrong way on the road, and passing vehicles gave way.
I didn't have time to brake and accidentally bumped into it.
The car owner got out of the car arrogantly, pointed at me and cursed.
"Do you have a fucking asshole in your eye? Do you know how to drive?"
I retorted to him: "You are clearly the one who went against the grain, so why are you blaming me?"
At this time, another woman with a hot figure got out of the car.
She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye, gloatingly pointed at the little golden man in the car and mocked:
"Look clearly, your old car is as big as a Rolls-Royce. Just a scratch of paint on it will cost you your life."
She also threatened that there was someone above her who would send me in to use the sewing machine without paying any compensation.
Instead of getting angry, I smiled and said bluntly:
"My car is not a broken car, it has its own name."
"It's called the Red Flag National Gift!"
