Lawyer Martin was a failing white-collar worker, drowning in a double crisis of career and personal life. He had been on the verge of collapse recently, suffering from endless nights of insomnia. Through the rearview mirror, he looked at Tang Zheng sitting in the backseat, feeling this was the beginning of his turnaround, so he served him cautiously.
"Your car is so beat-up, it needs to go to the garage." On the forty-minute drive to North City, the car had stalled four times, which really annoyed Tang Zheng, as his time was very valuable.
"This is a new car I bought less than three months ago." Martin wanted to cry out of frustration; this Ford had been recently smashed by a bunch of youths, who even stole the tires and spray-painted all kinds of swear words on its sides. He hadn't even finished paying the loan yet. If the bank came knocking, he wouldn't be able to save this wreck of a car and would have to shell out even more.
