"Almost got hit by a car?"
The traffic police looked at their broken bicycles and asked, "Are you all right?"
"It's okay." Yang Zhaozhao shook her head. If Li Yiling hadn't come to find her and saved her life, something would have really happened.
"Do you remember the license plate number?" the traffic police continued to take notes.
Yang Zhaozhao looked at Li Yiling.
Li Yiling reported a license plate number and also described the brand and color of the truck.
Another traffic policeman checked the registration information and found that there was no truck with this brand.
"Of course it's not there. I clearly saw this brand." Li Yiling was angry. That car almost cost Yang Zhaozhao his life. He wanted to beat him to death with one punch.
The traffic police said: "No means no, it's probably a fake license plate number."
"Cheating?" Yang Zhaozhao was also angry: "Then the culprit should be arrested. I am lucky today, but if it were someone else tomorrow, wouldn't it be a tragedy for our family?"
Traffic rules were not so strict back then, 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 caused the accident. In most cases, the person would die.
So be careful when walking on the street.
Because there is no surveillance, the culprit cannot be caught.
The traffic police said: "We will follow up. If you are okay, go back. Be careful when riding next time."
And then nothing happened.
Yang Zhaozhao knew that it was useless to embarrass them because they were not driving the car.
I just hope that the driver has an accident tonight, so that he can drive recklessly and hurt others and himself at the cost of his life!
Both of them were a little unhappy after this incident. After returning, Yang Zhaozhao washed his face, ate a few bites of food, and started counting money.
Li Yiling discovered that she actually made a lot of money: "What did you sell this time?"
"Mostly are red sausages and some Chinese sausages. How about we have 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 871.35 yuan per cup. The red sausage can be considered as a small amount of money but a large volume of sales. However, I sold so much in two hours. I can open a red sausage shop in the future. Red sausage is quite popular here.
Material space: [After deducting the cost, the net profit is 175.93 yuan, plus the previous 8 yuan, a total of 183.93, minus 10.27, the balance is: 173.66 yuan. ]
Emma, it’s not easy, 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 off the debt. Do you want to check this month's bill? ]
Yang Zhaozhao: “?”
"Can you let me take a breath?" Yang Zhaozhao was about to die. She had just paid off her debt, and now another bill came. She remembered that there was a big bill of one hundred thousand.
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 is endless, debts are endless, maybe you are willing to return to the original plot? 】
"Sister, look at the bill!" Yang Zhaozhao knelt down.
Although she worked hard to pay off her debts every day, the money she paid out was real money.
Wait until she starts her own business and see how she makes her fortune.
Thinking about this, Yang Zhaozhao suddenly felt that the debt was not so heavy.
Material space: [Bill on January 1: 200,000 bulletproof vests, plus 78,126.54 in consumer debt, totaling 278,126.54 yuan. ]
Looking at the sacks of banknotes in the corner, Yang Zhaozhao felt satisfied.
On one hand, you have to pay off your debts, and on the other hand, money is piling up.
It's a contradiction!
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 miscalculated.
“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 let me have some balance? I haven't even warmed it up yet!"
Material space: [......]
In the end, Yang Zhaozhao still offset it, and needs to repay 277,958.88 yuan on the first of next month. "
Yang Zhaozhao: “…”
Material Space: [Due to your good repayment record, your credit score has improved, and the appraisal 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 wasn't much, Yang Zhaozhao felt it was already valuable, like the big black stone, a hundred times more!
[The current base is 1% of the antique market price. If your repayment record is good, the amount will increase accordingly, ranging from 1% to 10%.]
"What percentage did you say?" Yang Zhaozhao suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.
Explanation of the material space: [This big black stone, the appraisal price given to you is one thousand, but in fact, it is a big black stone with perfect appearance and no wrinkles, and the market price starts at 150,000, which is a well-deserved coin king. ]
"hiss!"
Thinking that she might have lost 100 million, Yang Zhaozhao almost pinched her philtrum: "You guys are such a rip-off. You actually gave me 1,000. I thought I made a profit. I didn't expect it! I didn't expect it!"
"If for no other reason than to prevent you from taking advantage of me, I will also pay back the loan on time every month to piss you off to death!"
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 kept 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 white hemp-like hands, which were so thin 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 turned a blind eye, thinking to herself that Li Zhiqing was really a wooden man. She thought he would take the opportunity to kiss her, and now he is showing his affection.
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 number on the back of a truck and restored the altered license plate number. Fortunately, it was changed, otherwise it would have been discovered.
Unfortunately, no one was killed and the trip was in vain.
The door was pushed open, and the person who came in was holding a cigarette in his mouth: "No success?"
“I was about to collide with something, but someone pulled me back and only my bike was damaged. I’ll look for another opportunity next time.” The driver also started smoking a cigarette.
"Be more careful next time. I heard they called the police, but they couldn't find the license plate number."
"I changed the license plate number." The driver remembered something and said, "Can't you get it out from Master Qi?"
"What they mean is that the Seventh Master is done with. Just make sure his family is settled. As for Yang Zhaozhao, we must teach him a lesson."
"We suffered heavy losses in Fengcheng, especially for the painting. We had already paid a deposit, and a full 100,000 yuan was gone." 100,000 yuan is not a small sum.
It's worth more if sold, 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.
"Be quiet for the next few days, and we'll talk about it later." He patted the driver on the shoulder, gave him ten yuan, and left.
The driver squatted on the ground and continued to smoke. After finishing his cigarette, he patted his butt, looked at the newly-renovated license plate, and curled his lips: "Next time, I will definitely let you know what a road killer is."
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