"Almost got hit by a car?"

The police officer glanced at their battered bike and asked, "Is everyone okay?"

"It's okay." Yang Zhaozhao shook her head. If Li Yiling hadn't come to find her and happened to save her life, something really would have happened.

"Do you remember the license plate number?" Officer Han continued to take notes.

Yang Zhaozhao looked at Li Yiling.

Li Yiling reported a license plate number and described the make and color of the truck.

Another police officer checked the registration information and found that there was no truck with this brand.

"Of course not. This is the brand I saw." Li Yiling was furious. That car almost cost Yang Zhaozhao his life. He wanted to beat him to death with one punch.

The police officer said: "No, that's it. It's probably a fake license plate number."

"A fake card?" Yang Zhaozhao was also angry. "Then we should catch the culprit. God, I'm lucky. If it was someone else tomorrow, wouldn't it be a tragedy for our whole family?"

In those days, traffic rules were not so strict and traffic facilities were not perfect. If you were hit by a car and there was no surveillance, you would not be able to find the person who was hit. In most cases, the person would die.

So be careful when you walk on the street.

Because there is no surveillance, the culprit cannot be caught.

The police officer said: "We will follow up. If you are okay, go back home. Be careful when riding your bike next time."

There is no queen after this.

Yang Zhaozhao knew that it was useless to embarrass them because they were not driving the car.

I just hope that the driver will have his car overturned tonight, so that he won’t drive recklessly and hurt others and himself without caring about his life!

Both of them were a little unhappy after this incident. After returning to Tang, Yang Zhaozhao washed his face, ate a few bites of food, and started counting money.

Li Yiling discovered that she had actually made quite a bit of money: "What did you sell this time?"

"Most of them are red sausages, and there are also cured sausages. How about we have cured sausage rice tonight?" Yang Zhaozhao's eyes lit up when talking about food.

Xiao Cui's eyes lit up.

Li Yiling was secretly relieved to see that she didn't seem to be affected by the car accident.

But if he meets that truck again, he will be dead.

After some calculation, I made a total of 871.35 yen. The sausage business can be considered as small profits but quick turnover. However, I sold so much in two hours. I can open a sausage shop in the future. Sausage is quite popular here.

Material space: [After deducting the amount, the net profit is 175.93 yuan, plus the 8 yuan before, a total of 183.93, minus 10.27, the balance is 173.66 yuan.]

Emma, it’s not easy. I’m happy that I finally have some money left.

Yang Zhaozhao breathed a sigh of relief: "Does that mean I don't have to go back to the original plot?"

Material Space: [Yes, congratulations on paying it off. Would you like to check this month's bill?]

Yang Zhaozhao: “?”

"Can you give me a break?" Yang Zhaozhao was about to die. She had just paid off the debt, and another bill came. She remembered that there was still a big bill of 200,000 yuan.

It was a little dark in front of his eyes, and Yang Zhaozhao took a deep breath to prevent himself from falling.

Material Space: [Life goes on, debts are paid, perhaps you would like to return to the original storyline?]

"Fuck you, look at the bill!" Yang Zhaozhao knelt down.

After all, although she had to work hard to pay off her debts every day, the money she took out was real gold and silver.

Wait until she starts her own business and see how she makes her fortune.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhaozhao suddenly felt that the debt was not so heavy.

Material Space: [Bill for the first of the month: 200,000 bulletproof vest, plus 78,126.54 in consumer debt, totaling 278,126.54㨾.]

Looking at the sacks of banknotes in the corner, Yang Zhaozhao felt very satisfied.

While paying off debts, money piles up like a mountain.

It's very contradictory!

Yang Zhaozhao took the money and continued to argue with the material space: "It didn't cost that much. Let me see the detailed bill. You must have made a mistake."

The material space showed Yang Zhaozhao a row of bills. Yang Zhaozhao checked them carefully, one by one, and found with great confidence that not a single cent was wrong in the calculation.

“Is it really me who spent it?”

“Why did I spend so much?”

Yang Zhaozhao sighed: "A full 280,000, it's killing me!"

Material Space: [You still have 173.66 to offset. Do you want to offset part of the debt? ]

Yang Zhaozhao wanted to cry: "Can't you just let me have some money left? I haven't even warmed it up yet!"

Material space: [......]

In the end, Yang Zhaozhao still managed to offset the debt, and he needs to repay 277,958.88 on the first of next month.

Yang Zhaozhao: “…”

Material Space: [Due to your good repayment record and improved credit score, the assessed value of antiques and cultural relics will increase by 10% in the future.]

Yang Zhaozhao: “?”

"What's the matter? Isn't my current appraisal price a fair price?"

Although it's not much, Yang Zhaozhao thinks it's already very valuable, for example, the big black stone, a hundred times more!

[The current base amount is 1% of the antique market price. As your repayment record improves, the amount will increase gradually, from 1% to 10%.]

"What percentage did you say?" Yang Zhaozhao suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

Material Space Explanation: [For example, a large black stone is appraised at 1,000 yuan. However, a large black stone in perfect condition, without any wrinkles, has a market price starting at 150,000 yuan, making it the undisputed king of coins.]

"hiss!"

Thinking that she might have lost 100 million, Yang Zhaozhao almost pinched her philtrum: "You guys are such a rip-off. You only gave me 1,000 and I thought I made a profit. I never expected that!"

"If for no other reason than to prevent you from taking advantage of me, I will also repay the loan on time every month. I'll make you mad!"

Material space: [......]

Yang Zhaozhao ate two bowls of rice with tears in her eyes. She was so angry that she fell asleep after not sleeping all night.

Li Yiling came over to get something and listened to Yang Zhaozhao's snoring. Maybe the kang was a little hot, so she put her hands outside.

Li Yiling was afraid that she would be cold, so when he tucked her back into the quilt, he looked at her thin hands, which were so slender that he didn't dare to pinch them hard for fear of breaking them.

Looking at the person sleeping soundly, Li Yiling's lips curled up.

Grandma Cui watched this scene with one eye open and one eye turned away, thinking to herself that Li Zhiqing was really a wooden man. She thought he would take the opportunity to kiss her, and now he has fallen in love with her?

Cui Nai said that young people just don’t know how to have fun.

In a yard outside the city, someone wiped the license plate on the back of a truck and restored the altered license plate number. Fortunately, it was changed, otherwise it would definitely be discovered.

Unfortunately, the person was not killed, but escaped.

The door was pushed open, and the person who came in was holding a cigarette: "No success?"

"I was about to crash, but someone pulled me back, and only my car was damaged. I'll find another opportunity next time." The driver also started smoking a cigarette.

"Be more careful next time. I heard they called the police. Fortunately, the license plate number can't be found."

"I changed the license plate number." The driver suddenly remembered something and said, "Can't you get it out from Master Qi?"

"What they mean is that this is the end of the Seventh Master. His family needs to be settled. And that Yang Zhaozhao needs to be taught a lesson."

"It caused serious losses to our Fengcheng, especially the painting. We had already paid a deposit, a full 10,000 yuan was gone." 10,000 yuan is not a small amount.

It's worth more if you sell it, but they want 10,000.

Sadly, the painting is gone.

The police station didn't have a picture either, so they guessed it must be on Yang Zhaozhao.

"Keep quiet for a few days, and we'll talk about it later." He patted the driver's shoulder, gave him ten yuan, and left.

The driver squatted on the ground and continued smoking. When he finished, he patted his butt, looked at the flashing license plate, and curled his lips: "Next time, I will definitely let you know what a road killer is."