Da Zhuang scratched his head; based on his initial impression, he felt absolutely no impact. But upon looking at the rear of his car, there were indeed traces of friction!
This made Da Zhuang feel very strange. To say there was no collision, his car was indeed scraped; to say there was a collision, yet he felt no impact!
The crew-cut man patted Da Zhuang on the shoulder, then said, "Brother, you look like a rich guy, driving a Hummer and all, you must have good taste. So here's the deal, my car's side mirror got damaged, compensate me with ten thousand and we're good, let's both get on with our day!"
Da Zhuang glanced at the crew-cut man and said, "How much to pay, I don't have the final say; my big brother does!"
"Is that so, no problem then, I'll talk to your big brother!" the crew-cut man declared, then walked over to the passenger side of the vehicle.
Ye Long was sitting in the passenger seat, alone in the car blowing smoke rings!
