"Slap!"
Mr. Zhao smacked Sun Gaotie's head. Completely puzzled, Sun Gaotie glanced at Mr. Zhao and saw him grinding his teeth, which calmed his anger.
"What's wrong, Mr. Zhao?"
"What's wrong? Can't you think before you speak? Quickly spit, spit, spit, and then touch the wall, saying 'bad luck won't come, good luck will come.' Have you forgotten our traditional beliefs? Are you really in this profession? Don't you know some things should not be said? You want to go diving? Can you go down and salvage? Are you a frogman?"
Sun Gaotie immediately kept silent and, following Mr. Zhao's instructions, spat three times, touched the inner wall of the car, and solemnly repeated that phrase three times.
After finishing, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. At this point, the vehicle also came to a stop; everyone got out, except for Mr. Qu, who remained to check the driving route of Liu Tiesong's car.
