They never expected that the person they bumped into at the intersection was Chi Yue.
Chi Yue was wearing a thin sweatshirt, worn-out jeans, and a backpack that was loosely carried on her back.
He was also looking at Zhuang Baihua and Chen Wang, and he curled his lips slightly and said, "What a coincidence."
Zhuang Baihua thought so too, but it was unclear whether the words “what a coincidence” were genuine or meant to be sarcastic.
"I crossed the road only when I saw the green light." Secretary Chen hastened to distance himself from the matter.
Chi Yue narrowed her eyes and said, "Me too."
That's strange. Both people saw the green light, but they were going in different directions. Could it be that the traffic light was broken
At this time, a horn sounded nearby, and Zhuang Baihua ordered Secretary Chen to move the car away quickly. As a result, when he looked back, all the vehicles were in a mess, blocking the intersection.
The three people looked up at the traffic light in the middle of the road and found that the light was flashing randomly. It was really broken.
Zhuang Baihua: “…”
This works too...
After a while, the traffic police arrived at the scene and re-directed the traffic, and the crowded vehicles were finally evacuated. Secretary Chen cooperated and drove the car to the side of the road, and Chi Yue also picked up the shared bicycle and followed.
The three people moved from the middle of the road to the side of the road, followed by a traffic policeman.
When the vehicle and the bicycle collided, the people were fine, but the handlebars of the bicycle were crooked. As for the car, it was more difficult to describe. The paint on the front was scratched and the logo was broken.
The traffic policeman looked at the car's brand, estimated the car's value, grumbled a few times, and then asked with a stern face: "Are you going to settle it privately or go through the formalities?"
Before Secretary Chen could say anything, the traffic policeman continued, "I suggest you settle it privately. It's an accident, and the insurance company will pay for it." He looked at Zhuang Baihua, whose suit cost more than his monthly salary. "This boss should be a successful person, and the boy next to him is a poor student. Generally, when encountering such a situation, we always advise the boss to be generous and not let the other person pay for it, or give a discount."
This was a very strange thing. Both the car and the bicycle were driving very slowly, and the traffic light happened to be broken at that moment.
Zhuang Baihua felt like he was being scammed.
It wasn't Chi Yue who was trying to scam him, but the plot of this book.
The plot is like pushing Chi Yue into his car.
"It will probably cost hundreds of thousands to repair the car," Chen Wang said sarcastically.
Chi Yue was fine, but the traffic policeman looked pained.
Zhuang Baihua took a deep breath and said, "Let's settle this privately. We won't ask him to pay for it."
The traffic police confirmed again and again that Zhuang Baihua really didn't care, so they let them fill out the form and continued to maintain traffic order.
Before leaving, the interesting traffic policeman made a joke: "You guys are acting like you're in a porn movie. If it was a woman who damaged the president's car, she would have to marry him."
Zhuang Baihua: “…”
He was just thinking, suddenly rushing out and damaging the luxury car, isn’t this the classic beginning of a modern Cinderella and a domineering president...
After the traffic police left, the three people stood in silence on the roadside.
Silence is Cambridge tonight.
After a while, Chi Yue said, "I will compensate you."
Secretary Chen continued sarcastically: "You won't really pledge your love to me, right? Even if I sell you, you're not worth the money."
Chi Yue glanced at Chen Wang, and once again had that half-smile on her face: "Why? Are you going to detain me and use my life to pay off the debt?"
If it were the original owner, he might have really done that.
The original owner would directly drag Chi Yue back into the car and lock her in a small dark room, deducting 100 yuan from her salary for each day until the repair bill was paid off.
Maybe we will add some mosaic projects in the middle. If Chi Yue is willing to do it, we will charge more money.
Zhuang Baihua waved his hands tiredly: "No, it's not your fault, don't worry about it." He cheered up and asked Chi Yue, "Shouldn't you be in school? Why are you here?"
Riding a bicycle early in the morning, it is obvious that the person is staying overnight.
Chi Yue paused and chose to answer: "Working."
Working all night? Zhuang Baihua frowned: "Didn't I tell you not to go to places like clubs?" He subconsciously thought that Chi Yue was still working part-time in an entertainment venue.
Chi Yue smiled, her eyes looked gentle, but she said something sarcastic: "I don't go there as often as Mr. Zhuang."
Suddenly the atmosphere felt a little strange.
Zhuang Baihua was a little depressed. He let Chi Yue go because he hoped that Chi Yue could have a normal life, but why did he stay in the fire pit of the club and not come out
Even gods can’t save you.
"Be knowledgeable and virtuous, and be pragmatic and hardworking." Chi Yue said abruptly.
Zhuang Baihua didn't react: "What?"
"That's our school's motto," Chi Yue said. "I'm going to class now. I'll pay you for the car repairs. I'll keep my word."
After saying that, he slapped the miserable shared bicycle, and the handlebars were immediately straightened by him.
Then he got on his bicycle, gave a long push, and rode away.
Two people on the roadside watched him leave. Secretary Chen muttered quietly, "They said they would compensate you, but they didn't give you a deadline. Are they going to wait for inflation for 50 years?"
Zhuang Baihua didn't say anything, but just thought that Chi Yue was willing to go back and check the school motto, which meant that she had taken his words to heart.
Having a car accident early in the morning was really not a good thing. Secretary Chen sent Zhuang Baihua to the company, then contacted the insurance company and sent the car for repairs.
In the end it wasn't cheap.
Even though Zhuang Baihua felt a little painful, he still had to act calm and composed like a domineering CEO and pretend that he didn't care.
This incident made Zhuang Baihua cautious. The power of the plot was greater than he had imagined. He tried his best to send Chi Yue to his side. The ultimate goal must be to hope that Chi Yue would enter the small dark room and complete the plot of the original book.
The plot of the original book is not only inhumane but also illegal, so there is no way he could follow the plot.
Zhuang Baihua tried his best not to come into contact with Chi Yue's social circle. He certainly wouldn't go to the club, and he wouldn't go near any university. It would be best to take a detour if he drove past them.
When I look up at the moon at night, I quickly lower my head.
Zhuang Baihua had thought about sponsoring Chi Yue before, but later thought forget it. Disappearing from his life would be the greatest help.
Zhuang Baihua settled down to be the president, learned a lot of business knowledge, and moved forward step by step with his team.
He met Luo Zhenduo. The 36-year-old Luo Zhenduo was of high bearing. He was not as shabby as Zhuang Baihua had imagined. Instead, he was mature and steady, and spoke with authority.
As expected of characters in novels, every character at least looks good.
Zhuang Baihua began to wonder whether Luo Zhenduo was one of the "five paranoid bosses".
He regretted not finishing reading the book before traveling through time. He only skimmed through the original owner's part and didn't even see the names of the other four main supporting characters.
Zhuang Baihua recalled the few sentences in the "he, he, he" formatted synopsis on the back cover of the novel and found that none of them could match Luo Zhenduo. Moreover, Luo Zhenduo was also the president, which meant that his setting was repeated. It was unlikely that the "five paranoid bosses" were of the same type.
And Luo Zhenduo didn’t know Chi Yue either.
Since Luo Zhenduo is not one of the "five paranoid bosses", Zhuang Baihua thought he should be a normal person, but Mr. Luo also has his problems.
Luo Zhenduo loves drinking, to the point of being addicted to alcohol. He drinks both foreign and Chinese liquor. He has built a wine cellar in his basement and has several wineries in other places. He doesn't do wine business, he just drinks. If he likes a wine, he must get it no matter how much it costs.
Luo Zhenduo's history of alcoholism can be traced back to his childhood. His son was the result of his drinking when he was a teenager.
Fortunately, although Luo Zhenduo had sex after drinking, he was not irresponsible. In the end, the Luo family gave the girl some money and took the child back home.
Twenty years later, Luo Zhenduo did not get married and chose to be a single father.
The Luo family and the Zhuang family are old friends. The original owner and Luo Zhenduo had a big age difference, and they didn't interact much when they were young. But after the original owner inherited the family business, Luo Zhenduo provided a lot of help in the business, and the two became close.
Luo Zhenduo liked to invite the original owner to drink with him, and the original owner naturally joined him.
It was the same when Zhuang Baihua and Luo Zhenduo met that day. Luo Zhenduo leaned back on the soft sofa, holding a crystal glass in his hand, pouring whiskey continuously and drinking it one sip after another.
Zhuang Baihua couldn't help but say, "Drink less."
Although Luo Zhenduo is almost forty years old, he has maintained a good body. Even if he drinks a lot, there is no fat on his abdomen. His broad shoulders are suitable for a suit. He sits there with one leg resting on the knee of the other leg. His posture is leisurely, but his face is very serious. There is a "Chuan" character engraved between his eyebrows, which is the mark of the years.
"After you were sick, did you start to take care of your health?" Luo Zhenduo has an amazing alcohol tolerance. He doesn't get drunk at all after drinking a little wine. On the contrary, he speaks slowly and becomes more stable because of the wine. "Did you drink the soup I sent you?"
Because Luo Zhenduo loved to drink, the old lady of the Luo family always wanted to protect his liver, so she was obsessed with studying diet therapy. The things she made could not be digested by the Luo family, so they had to be stuffed everywhere.
Zhuang Baihua couldn't say that he had given it to Chi Yue, so he cleared his throat and changed the subject: "I was not feeling well before, and I just felt that I was getting older. You should drink less, drinking is harmful to your health."
Luo Zhenduo curled his lips and said, "How old are you? You're not even thirty." He followed Zhuang Baihua's advice, put down his glass temporarily, and asked, "I heard you've taken a fancy to a college student?"
… Who is spreading the news? He has tried hard to draw a clear line between himself and Chi Yue. Zhuang Baihua said helplessly: "No, it's all rumors. I am now focusing on my career."
Luo Zhenduo paused for a minute, then his hand involuntarily touched the wine glass and said, "That's good. Don't get involved with the students. It's easy to get into trouble."
Luo Zhenduo must have thought of his son, but the fact that he was willing to speak up and dissuade Zhuang Baihua was already very good in this world where people's values are so distorted.
Zhuang Baihua didn't know what to talk to Luo Zhenduo about, so he could only change the topic to work and ask Luo Zhenduo some questions.
As a senior in the business world, Luo Zhenduo is experienced and willing to teach Zhuang Baihua.
The two men sat in the bar and started talking about business. The atmosphere was pretty good, but Luo Zhenduo raised his head halfway through and was stunned when he saw Zhuang Baihua's face.
His slightly lowered eyes were full of seriousness and concentration; the dim light of the bar made the lines of his face look soft yet determined.
It was the first time that Luo Zhenduo saw Zhuang Baihua so careful and proper.
After Zhuang Baihua finished talking with Luo Zhenduo, it was almost twelve o'clock. Luo Zhenduo still wanted to stay and drink, but Zhuang Baihua persuaded him to go home early.
Zhuang Baihua also drank a little. The driver came to pick him up. He got in the car, leaned back in the back seat with his eyes closed, but his mind was sorting out the information he had just obtained from Luo Zhenduo.
As the vehicle was driving, Zhuang Baihua suddenly felt that the speed had slowed down.
He opened his eyes and asked the driver, "What's wrong?"
The driver pulled over to the side of the road and said in embarrassment: "Mr. Zhuang, there seems to be something wrong with the car."
Zhuang Baihua: “…”
Again? Another car? He already changed one.
The driver got out of the car to check the situation, and Zhuang Baihua had no choice but to get out with him. He looked around. He had just drunk some wine, so his throat was a little dry. Seeing that the driver couldn't fix it for a while, he said, "I'll go over there and take a look."
The driver was opening the hood and said quickly, "Not good, Mr. Zhuang, be careful."
Rich people always have to be prepared for emergencies when they go out. Even just now in the bar, their private room was surrounded by Luo Zhenduo's bodyguards.
Zhuang Baihua didn't care.
He had helped community police catch thieves before, so he should have no problem protecting himself under normal circumstances. But if he really encountered a kidnapping, there would be nothing he could do if there was only one driver nearby.
So he asked the driver to handle it slowly while he walked to the next street.
The city night is not completely silent. From time to time, there are people returning home late on the road. Most of the shops are closed. Only the convenience stores and fast food restaurants that are open 24 hours a day still have lights on.
Zhuang Baihua looked around and chose a convenience store to go in.
He took two bottles of water from the freezer, one for himself and one for the driver, then walked to the cashier and said to the young man at the register, "Get another box of gum."
The young man did not move.
Zhuang Baihua raised his head in surprise.
Zhuang Baihua: “…”
Why can I meet Chi Yue when I come to buy two bottles of water in the middle of the night because my car broke down
Chi Yue, wearing a blue and white waiter uniform and a blue baseball cap, glanced at Zhuang Baihua and asked, "What flavor do you want?"
Zhuang Baihua was a little slow to realize that he was asking about chewing gum, and replied, "Watermelon flavor..."
Chi Yue took the gum from the counter and asked, "Do you need a plastic bag?"
Zhuang Baihua said: "No need."
"It's fifteen dollars in total. I'll check it out for you."
This was the first time Chi Yue spoke so politely to Zhuang Baihua. After Zhuang Baihua paid with his mobile phone, Chi Yue pushed the goods in front of him.
Zhuang Baihua mechanically put the gum into his pocket, held a bottle of water in each hand, and walked out. Chi Yue's cold voice rang out from behind him: "Welcome to visit us next time."
Zhuang Baihua thought to himself, there won’t be a next time, and he will never come to this area again.
Fortunately, Chi Yue didn’t say anything else, and the two of them pretended not to know each other, which was fine.
As he was thinking this, he was about to leave. Just as he walked out of the glass door of the convenience store and reached the door, there was a sudden splash and a basin of water poured down. If he hadn't been standing under the eaves, he would have been soaked.
Just as he was about to punish the person who splashed water, he realized that it was not someone splashing water, but raining.
From the moment he walked out of the convenience store, it started raining heavily within thirty seconds.
Zhuang Baihua: “…”
Even in the world of fiction, there’s no need to be so exaggerated, right