"Come on, you guys come home with me first!" Han Chengshan called out, beckoning Little Fatty and Uncle Tie to come with him.
The bodyguard asked, "Should I come along too?"
She was thinking about going back to change her clothes, and she also wanted to remove her overly heavy and aggressive makeup as soon as possible.
"With Uncle Tie here, sis, you should go back and remove your makeup first."
"You must protect the Third Young Master well."
"Don't worry, female colleague."
"Then I'll be going now." The female bodyguard waved her hand gracefully, then turned and left.
They got into Uncle Tie's old, beat-up car.
Han Chengshan couldn't help but say, "Uncle Tie, this vehicle is so dilapidated!"
"I've had this car for ten years, it's really getting old."
"Uncle Tie, when I have money, I'll definitely get you a new car!" Han Chengshan said generously.
Uncle Tie glanced at him but didn't say anything.
This young master's previous breach of trust has left him with virtually no credibility.
"Why did you have to say it in the car when you wanted to change cars?" Little Fatty muttered.
Uncle Tie and Han Chengshan were puzzled: "Why can't we say it in the car?"
“Cars have spirits! In the past, in addition to worshipping my ancestors every year, I would also worship my family’s car.”
Han Chengshan burst into laughter: "Little Fatty, don't joke around. I've heard of worshipping gods and Buddhas, but this is the first time I've heard of worshipping a car."
"Brother Shan, you must believe it! Everything has a spirit! Our family has been worshipping horse-drawn carriages and sedan chairs since the old days, and now we worship cars. We've never been lax in our worship!"
"Actually, I wasn't without love. When I was five years old, my great-grandfather was still alive. He loved me very much and would always tell me strange and wonderful things."
"For example, if you want to replace something, you must never say it in front of it. If it hears you, it will be angry because you are fickle."
"For example, before you move to a new house, you have to keep this secret from the old house, otherwise it will leak! The lights, furniture, and other things will definitely break down one after another!"
"Just like with cars, if you want to buy a new one, you can't say so in the old one, or it will definitely break down—"
"Damn it!" Uncle Tie couldn't help but curse, "Little Fatty, you must be a crow reincarnated!"
"Get out of the car first. I've been driving this car for ten years and it's never broken down on the road."
Han Chengshan and Xiaopang got out of the car. Xiaopang bowed to the car three times in a row: "God of Cars, please, wish us a safe journey!"
Han Chengshan initially didn't believe it, but the coincidence was too great, so he decided to err on the side of caution and bowed three times to the car.
"Third Young Master, Fatty, help me push the cart."
"OK."
"Little Fatty, give it your all!"
"Brother Shan, I've used every ounce of my strength!"
"Alright! Get in the car now!"
The two had just gotten into the car when it broke down again.
Uncle Tie was speechless for a moment: "Third Young Master, between you and Fatty, one of you is definitely unlucky."
"I'll get out and take a look." Han Chengshan got out of the car, but the car was still broken.
Little Fatty touched his nose: "Then I'll get off the bus and try it."
As soon as he got out of the car, it was fine again.
Han Chengshan and Uncle Tie both stared at him with strange looks.
Little Fatty said with a bitter face, "Maybe this isn't a bad thing. Maybe the car is trying to protect me!" Anyway, he would never admit that he was unlucky!
"What do we do now?" Han Chengshan asked, frowning.
Uncle Tie got out of the car, sighed, and said, "I'll find someone to drive the car back for me, and then we'll take another car."
Little Fatty asked timidly, "What if the car we call breaks down too?"
Han Chengshan and Uncle Tie glared at each other. Uncle Tie snapped at him, "Shut your jinx!"
As it turned out, Little Fatty really did have a knack for jinxing things. The car he called just ran out of power as it was about to get onto the elevated highway!
"Are these new energy vehicles really reliable?" Uncle Tie complained.
The driver frowned, full of doubt: "I just charged it when I left home, how come it's out of power?"
"Then let's call another car?" Han Chengshan didn't want to cause trouble, so he quickly offered a solution.
The driver looked apologetic: "I'm sorry, I won't charge you for this fare."
As soon as Xiao Pang got out of the car, the driver's voice came from inside: "It's charged! There must have been a problem with the display earlier. I told you it was fully charged when I left! Come back!"
The three of them looked at each other, somewhat at a loss.
Uncle Tie and Han Chengshan's eyes both fell on Little Fatty.
Little Fatty dared not get back on the bus. If it showed that the battery was dead again after he got back on, then his bad luck and jinxed fate would be confirmed!
Little Fatty shouted at the top of his lungs, "No need, we've already called a car, you can go now."
As soon as the car drove away, Han Chengshan slapped the chubby boy hard: "What happened to you? Why are you so unlucky?"
Uncle Tie's phone suddenly rang, and Uncle Tie, who was about to scold Little Fatty, had no choice but to answer the phone.
After finishing the call, he looked utterly astonished, staring at Little Fatty as if he were looking at something incredibly strange, as if trying to find something extraordinary about him.
"Uncle Tie, don't look at me like that, I'm a little scared." Little Fatty shrank his neck, afraid that he would be beaten up by Uncle Tie because of his unlucky constitution.
"Little Fatty, I take back what I said before. You're not a jinx, nor are you unlucky."
"Uncle Tie, please don't do this, I'm super scared right now."
Uncle Tie smiled broadly: "Little Fatty, I'm starting to believe more and more that people who gain weight easily even from drinking water are lucky stars protected by God. I have a daughter who's about your age; I'll introduce you two next time."
"Uncle Tie, you're scary..." Little Fatty hid behind Han Chengshan and muttered, "Brother Shan, has Uncle Tie taken the wrong medicine? Is he being sarcastic? Is he going to beat me up?"
"Uncle Tie, don't scare him, Little Fatty is timid."
Uncle Tie muttered to himself: Can someone who has killed someone be cowardly?
"Hey Fatty, the designated driver just called me. He said there was a rear-end collision. Luckily, the other person is okay, but I still need to handle the aftermath."
"A rear-end collision..." Han Chengshan slowly turned his head to look at Xiao Pang.
Uncle Tie opened the photos the designated driver had sent him: "Look, my car is too old. The back seat is completely crushed. Luckily, the front seats are okay. Otherwise, if the designated driver had been in an accident, I would have been in big trouble. Think about it, if we hadn't changed cars, and if you two were still sitting in the back, this rear-end collision might have killed you both."
Han Chengshan felt a wave of fear wash over him.
Little Fatty blinked his eyes: "Was it the car spirit that protected me?"
Uncle Tie, who was initially skeptical of this claim, now silently vowed in his heart: when he buys a new car in the future, he must burn three sticks of incense for it on holidays and festivals to make the car spirit comfortable, so that he can travel safely.
Han Chengshan knew that his second sister's kitchen knife had a spirit, so he believed it even more. He reached out and hooked his arm around Little Fatty: "Little Fatty, thanks to you, you saved my life!"
Little Fatty touched his nose sheepishly: "Brother Shan, what are you saying—"
There's been a car accident up ahead!
"I heard the driver was crushed, and his brains were gushing out."
The gasps of surprise from passersby interrupted Little Fatty's words.
Uncle Tie, Han Chengshan, and Little Fatty looked over and the flattened car looked familiar.
Uncle Tie took a deep breath: "It's the car we just rode in!"
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