Maybe it was a guilty conscience or something.
Ma Decai thought it over and directly dragged the accountant to the last car.
Seeing Chu Dazhuang and the others had already gotten into their cars, Ma Decai finally took a long breath.
"Hey Old Wu, what's this car called?"
Accountant Wu, also one of the few educated people in the village, always acted like a pedantic scholar, playing with words and pretending to know what he didn't.
But this pretense, time and time again, led Ma Decai to believe that he really did know.
Accountant Wu looked at the imposing and dignified Bentley and was momentarily at a loss.
He had seen many cars, but a Bentley, he had truly never encountered.
However, since Ma Decai had asked, it wouldn't look good to show ignorance right away.
Accountant Wu pondered for a moment, looking at the big 'B' between the two wings on the front of the Bentley for a long time.
In his mind, he had an answer.
"Man, this car."
