Wang Ze got off the car with shaking legs.

As soon as he got off the car, he sat down on the ground, not even caring about the leaders who were still in the car.

He just kept staring between his legs.

Old He was in a similar situation. With shaking hands, he took out a palm-sized bottle of wine from his pocket and put it to his mouth tremblingly.

But his hands were shaking so badly that even though he held his right hand tightly with his left hand, he still couldn't put the bottle to his mouth.

As the bottle of wine shook, the aroma of wine drifted into his nostrils, and Lao He gradually calmed down.

"Director Zhang..."

Holding the bottle cap with his still trembling hands, Lao He exerted great strength to control his hands that were not very obedient to his commands and stuffed the bottle into his pocket.

Zhang Zimo was still in the car. His position was a bit tricky, and the bamboo poles inserted into the car body almost pinned him to the seat.

Fortunately, Lao He didn't find any blood on him, so he probably didn't suffer any injuries...