Just as Wang Hao predicted, what happened next completely shocked everyone!
They watched as people started piling out of the Wuling Hongguang – two... four... six... eight...
Finally, a total of twelve people!
Twelve helmet-wearing farmer workers!
The spectators around, unaware of the full story, were dumbfounded!
"Holy shit! So many people! How did they all fit in that car?!"
"Awesome, truly a legendary car!"
"Really... truly it is!" Li Chuang, seeing so many people come out of the car, was suddenly a bit confused.
He had initially thought of giving them a good talking-to, but at this point, he decidedly wilted: "Li... Little Wang, do we still get out of the car?"
"No big deal," Wang Hao laughed and said, "After all, reason trumps everything else, and besides, the farmer worker brothers aren’t that violent. Let’s go and see how the car is doing."
Wang Hao and Li Chuang both got out of the car to check the situation.
The Wuling Hongguang had done a U-turn over a double yellow line and crashed right into the front left wheel of Wang Hao’s car.
The whole front iron plate had been smashed in; it looked like the axle had been bent too. Judging by this extent of damage, this wouldn’t be a cheap fix, probably in the upwards of tens of thousands of yuan.
"You... you’re not hurt, brother, are you?" The leading fellow worker was almost in tears, "It’s my fault, I wasn’t paying attention when making the turn..."
"It’s alright," Wang Hao looked at his car, then at the group of farmer workers, and said, "None of you got hurt, right?"
"We’re all fine!" someone in the crowd quickly exclaimed, "But what about the car? Isn’t it going to cost quite a bit to fix it?"
At that moment, the surrounding onlookers all shook their heads, sighing, "This is going to be troublesome; you can tell these farmer workers definitely don’t have much money; that car won’t get fixed." "Exactly, that’s a Maserati president, I recognize it, even the most basic ones cost over one million four hundred thousand yuan, just this hit won’t be fixed for less than several hundred thousand." "That’s right, look at the whole door smashed in, the axle must be damaged too, plus the headlight..."
"What the hell kind of driving is that?!" Li Chuang angrily said, "Turning over a double yellow line?! Fine, turn, but then you don’t even watch the road!"
"Big brother, we really didn’t do it on purpose..." The leading farmer worker, sweating profusely, frantically apologized, "It really wasn’t intentional, can we cover it with insurance? Our car does have insurance..."
Wang Hao took a look at the group of farmer workers, covered in cement dust; describing them as ’dusty and dishevelled’ was an understatement.
To be honest, he did feel a sting for his car being hit, but after all, life isn’t easy for anyone, and their attitude was great.
Of course, the most important thing was, when luck throws you a curveball, you’ve got to accept whatever happens!
"Let’s go through the insurance," Wang Hao stroked his chin and said, "Whatever your insurance covers, it covers; if it’s still not enough, I’ll handle the rest."
Upon hearing Wang Hao’s words, everyone present was stunned!
After a moment of silence at the scene, suddenly there erupted a round of warm applause!
"The young man is a good person!"
"Isn’t that true, people like him are so rare nowadays!"
"A person deserves to become wealthy!"
The group of farmer workers, hearing this, were still somewhat in disbelief: "Really... really? Just go through the insurance?"
"Of course," Wang Hao smiled and shrugged his shoulders, "It’s quite tough for you as well. But since the car is damaged, you’ll have to reimburse us for our trip back, right?"
"Reimbursement, of course!" Wang Hao’s request was not a high one; the group of farmer workers began reaching into their pockets, and eventually gathered twelve hundred yuan to give to Wang Hao: "Big brother, do you think this is enough?"
"We don’t need that much," Wang Hao chuckled, pulling out a bill, "This is about right. Okay then, let’s wait for the traffic police. We’ll go through insurance as needed; don’t worry too much, it’s not a big deal."
On the way back to the film crew, Li Chuang was virtually floating back.
He couldn’t help but admit, he was growing more and more impressed with Wang Hao.
Not only was he so talented, his scriptwriting spotless, but he could also read Feng Shui and help people dispel bad luck! Not to mention his excellent character!
The only regret was that, no matter what, the car was still damaged - it was a Maserati president, such a new car...
"Mr. Li," Wang Hao had no idea what was on Li Chuang’s mind and was curious: "What’s wrong? You don’t seem too happy?"
"Ah, I was just thinking it’s all my fault," Li Chuang sighed, "If I hadn’t dragged you into this, your car wouldn’t have ended up , such a nice car, you haven’t had it for long, right? I noticed it’s only done a little over four thousand kilometers..."
"That’s no big deal," Wang Hao didn’t seem worried at all: "What car doesn’t get a scratch or bump? It’s fine, heh, hey look, we’re here, let’s get out!"
They got out of the taxi and as soon as they entered the hotel, Wang Hao saw Tong Tong, the producer Chen Li, and other members of the film crew come out to welcome them. Tong Tong rushed to ask, "Mr. Li, how did it go, did you bring Master Yuan?"
Li Chuang, not being in the best of spirits, shook his head – he was still not feeling great...