"Brother, you are really amazing. I now suspect that the power behind you is enormous!"

"Is the mayor your relative?"

"Do you have a grudge against the insurance company?"

Qiao Yuan gave a thumbs up. He had told him before that things would get better and better, but did the driver take it seriously?

I looked at the corpse again, and this time it was not rising step by step, but one section at a time.

Hearing Qiao Yuan's words, the middle-aged man seemed even more depressed. He frowned, licked his cracked lips, and said bitterly: "Little brother, do you believe me when I say I really didn't mean it this time?"

"Whether it was intentional or not doesn't matter anymore, you're in big trouble!"

Qiao Yuan was very sure of this.

The middle-aged man's hand holding the cigarette shook, and the ash almost flew onto his expensive suit.

A breeze mixed with the fragrance of flowers blew, bringing a hint of coolness.

Qiao Yuan frowned, sniffed and looked around. There were many jasmine flowers blooming on both sides of the street.

"Have you called the police?"

"I've reported it."

After the question and answer, the air became quiet. The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and took out his cell phone again. He was ready to make arrangements for his funeral.

I will really go to jail this time.

…

A few minutes later.

After explaining everything, he raised his head and his face turned pale with fright in an instant.

The person who had been bumped into by him before, Qiao Yuan, he... he actually ran to the front of the corpse, and... even bent down.

Ugh~

For a moment, even though he had seen many storms, he couldn't help but feel nauseous.

Until Qiao Yuan came over again.

"Give me five hundred thousand and I'll help you settle this matter."

Qiao Yuan looked quietly at the middle-aged man squatting on the ground and retching, and spoke slowly.

Middle-aged man: “????”

"What did you say?"

He was a little bit unbelieving and suspected that he had heard it wrongly.

"Five hundred thousand, and that's considering you're a repeat customer. If it were someone else, the minimum would be one million."

Qiao Yuan acted as if he had suffered a loss.

The middle-aged man scratched his ears and opened his mouth wide, still unable to believe it.

"This... will lead to jail time!"

Qiao Yuan: "Don't worry about that. Just decide whether you want to give it to me or not."

The middle-aged man fell silent and looked around. This area was in a blind spot for surveillance. If someone really took the blame for him, and he spent some money to smooth the relationship, he would have a great chance of getting rid of suspicion.

Although this will cost me a lot of money, but... it's definitely worth it!

Doing business is all about reputation and fortune, and this makes a difference between having been in jail and not being in jail.

So... is this young guy in front of me really willing to take the blame for me?

He hesitated, and his reason told him that as long as Qiao Yuan took the blame for him, his future would still exist. The worst that could happen was that he would have to give Qiao Yuan some more money!

As long as it can be done with money, it’s not a problem!

But...his conscience condemned him again!

The most taboo thing for a businessman is to have a conscience, but conscience is something that cannot be completely thrown away!

Suck~

The middle-aged man bit the cigarette butt tightly, took a deep puff, and then put it out.

Huh~

After exhaling a puff of smoke.

"Thank you, little brother. I've come to terms with it. Since I did something wrong, I should be punished."

"I can't let you take the blame for me."

A look of relief appeared on the middle-aged man's face.

"You still have a conscience. Let me give you a discount." Qiao Yuan touched his chin and continued, "It's a fixed price. Stop dithering!"

Middle-aged man: “????”

"Is my conscience only worth a dollar?"

The middle-aged man shook his head. He had already decided that he could not ruin the young man's future. He was still young and was blinded by money.

Choosing money over fame is a sign of going astray!

Qiao Yuan became a little impatient. After thinking for a moment, he looked straight at the man.

"I'll tell you a number, one million!"

“????”

The middle-aged man was stunned. He was completely confused.

Why is the price increased?

"One million, and I'll take care of this car accident for you, and I'll also get rid of that strange spirit that's haunting you!"

Qiao Yuan stated his final condition.

Hitting someone once is an accident, but hitting someone twice in a row is a bit unreasonable.

Especially the roads where people were hit were very wide both times!

Even a novice would not do such a thing. Seeing that the middle-aged man's conscience was not completely black, Qiao Yuan decided to help him.

Get some energy value by the way.

A strange spirit that repeatedly tries to harm people cannot be kept alive.

…

"Check your phone to see if your call to the police has been made."

Qiao Yuan said this meaningfully, then turned and walked towards the passerby behind him.

The middle-aged man squatting on the ground picked up his mobile phone and looked at it, his pupils dilated instantly.

He...there was no call to the police in his chat history.

He didn't even make a phone call to arrange his funeral arrangements.

Who is this young man?

He thought again of their last meeting. Now that he thought about it, the speed of both car accidents was about the same.

One is dead, the other is fine.

This young man is definitely extraordinary!