classifiedscript Chapter 392 This matter is quite interesting!
Chapter 392 This matter is quite interesting!
Chapter 392 This matter is quite interesting!
Currently, short videos are not yet popular, and not everyone owns a Maybach.
The crowd of onlookers outside the car grew denser, forming an impenetrable wall that surrounded the accident scene.
Some whispered among themselves, pointing and whispering; some looked surprised; and others wore expressions of schadenfreude, as if they were watching a spectacle with amusement.
The atmosphere inside the car was slightly calmer compared to the bustling noise outside.
Looking at Sister Ru, who had regained her spirits, Lin Yourong couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Well, since we're acquaintances, it'll be easier to communicate with her."
Sister Ru had been very worried.
She wasn't worried about losing money, but rather that things might get out of control.
The Rolls-Royce owner was undoubtedly wealthy and powerful. After the accident, the other party's disdainful attitude and refusal to communicate with her made her think this would be an extremely troublesome situation...
However, since they've already given Yu Huan Moutai and worked with Su Su's uncle, things should go much more smoothly with that connection.
Thinking of this, the huge weight in her heart finally lifted.
Sister Ru nodded vigorously, her long, wavy hair swaying gently with her movements: "That's right, but the necessary procedures still need to be followed, since it involves a traffic accident. Consider this a lesson learned, and I will not hesitate to pay any compensation!"
Lin Yourong's voice, tinged with a slight smile, came through her mask: "Luckily, no one was injured this time. You must be careful when driving in the future."
"Yes, it was really lucky this time. I will definitely be more careful in the future and will never be so reckless again." Sister Ru sighed softly and turned to look at the noisy crowd outside the car.
Yu Huan tapped the steering wheel lightly with her fingers, making a rhythmic, subtle sound.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, made a quick calculation in his mind, and then leisurely put the contract into the document bag and casually placed it on the passenger seat.
When he turned around, he said to Sister Ru and Lin Yourong, "I'll go down and take a look. Sister Ru, you and Rongrong are in the car. Let's wait for the traffic police and the insurance company people to arrive."
"Okay!" Sister Ru replied without hesitation.
As Yu Huan pushed open the car door, the noise that had been blocked outside the car instantly surged into his ears like a raging tide, as if to drown him in the clamor.
"Look, that man is coming down again..." someone in the crowd shouted, and this voice seemed to ignite a fuse, instantly sparking more discussion.
"I wonder how they plan to handle this."
"This is going to be interesting!"
……
The discussions among the onlookers grew increasingly heated, like a pot that had exploded.
Yu Huan glanced at the front of the crowd and suddenly saw a short, stout man holding a long gun and a microphone. Her gaze lingered briefly on the badge on the man's chest.
The document is somewhat reflective in the sunlight, and it's almost impossible to see clearly unless you get close.
Yu Huan pondered for a moment, then frowned. This person was clearly a reporter or someone who had rushed over upon hearing the news.
He reached out and closed the car door, straightened his back slightly, and then turned his gaze to the driver in a suit standing on the side of the Rolls-Royce.
This person had thick eyebrows that stretched across his not-so-large eyes, and thin lips pressed tightly together beneath his high, straight nose. His facial features looked as if they had been carved with a knife, and he exuded a strong aura that kept strangers at bay.
No wonder Sister Ru said she was a little afraid to deal with him.
Yu Huan pinched her mask and pulled it up slightly, then calmly walked closer and nodded to him.
"Hello, I'm really sorry about this. My friend was driving recklessly." A strong voice came from under the mask, still clearly audible amidst the noise.
The driver turned his head slightly, without responding, but a clear hint of displeasure was evident in his eyes.
Seeing this, Yu Huan smiled brightly and said, "I've known your boss, Mr. Luo, for a long time. We even had a hot pot meal together on Yade Road before. You were the one who paid the bill back then. Do you remember?"
Upon hearing this, the driver immediately turned around and carefully examined him.
Yu Huan continued, "If possible, could you please call President Luo and say—"
The driver's hawk-like gaze swept over Yu Huan several times, and his tightly pursed lips seemed to tighten even more.
He interrupted Yu Huan in a low, hoarse voice, saying indifferently, "President Luo has dinner parties every day, how would I remember? Since you've known President Luo for a long time, you can call him yourself."
Yu Huan was slightly taken aback, but the smile in her eyes did not fade. She said without any hesitation, "I really don't have President Luo's contact number."
"Then I'm afraid I can't help you." The driver's tone remained indifferent.
The surrounding noise grew louder and louder, as if it were about to pierce the sky.
The short, stout reporter, armed with a long lens and a camera, had an excited, oily sheen on his face. His camera lens was fixed on the accident scene, constantly changing angles, and each press of the shutter precisely captured every detail of the accident scene.
Just then, a young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses hurriedly pushed through the crowd and came panting to the side of the short, stout reporter.
The short, stout reporter glanced at the young man, a憨态可掬 smile appearing on his round face, and teased in a deep voice, "Tang Jie, hurry up! As expected of a frontline reporter, you arrived in less than ten minutes."
"Hey! I heard there was some big news, so I rushed off on my electric bike, twisting the throttle all the way, and almost rear-ended someone!" Tang Jie said, carrying a briefcase in one hand and pulling out his press pass from his pocket with the other, quickly hanging it around his neck.
After briefly glancing around the room, he squatted down, placed his briefcase on the asphalt, and skillfully opened it to prepare his interview equipment.
Seeing Tang Jie busy, the short, stout reporter also bent down to adjust the various parameters of the camera.
Soon, they strode off one after the other, their destination clear: the two people talking at the scene of the accident.
As he paced back and forth, Tang Jie's gaze involuntarily locked onto Yu Huan.
He stared at the eyebrows and eyes above the edge of the mask, looking at them again and again. The microphone he had been holding in front of his chest gradually fell to his side, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. He was obviously very surprised.
His hurried pace gradually slowed down, and the short, stout reporter who was following closely behind became puzzled and also slowed down.
Tang Jie pondered how to utter his first words, and walked closer somewhat hesitantly.
His mouth opened slightly, and after a moment's pause, he stammered, "Director Yu—"
Amidst the commotion and noise, Yu Huan heard the shout and turned her head to look at the person who had come.
His gaze lingered on the badges on the two men's chests for a moment before he realized they were indeed reporters. With a hint of doubt, he asked, "You are...?"
Tang Jie quickly straightened up and respectfully replied, "My name is Tang Jie. We even took a picture together in the hallway on the second floor before!"
Yu Huan narrowed her eyes slightly, quickly searching her memory for information about the young man.
As a popular figure at the Jiangnan Morning Post, countless people asked to take photos with him. Even though he didn't get one, after a moment, a look of realization flashed in his eyes: "Oh, you're from the reporters' department, right?"
“That’s right!” Tang Jie nodded vigorously.
The short, stout reporter stared wide-eyed, his face full of surprise and curiosity.
No wonder the man's figure seemed familiar to him earlier; it turned out to be his boss!
This is truly a case of family members not recognizing each other!
The surrounding onlookers immediately began to whisper among themselves, like countless bees buzzing, speculating about Yu Huan's identity.
Some say the Audi owner's friend might be a government official, while others say he's a leader of a large corporation...
There are various opinions.
Some people are still discussing how this accident will ultimately be handled and how much compensation will be paid...
Upon seeing this, Yu Huan frowned slightly.
But she quickly relaxed and said in a low voice with a smile, "This is just a normal minor collision, only the vehicle involved is a bit unusual. You can report on the accident, but please refrain from interviews and try not to involve our personal identities."
The voice just fell.
The short, stout reporter glanced at the serious look in Yu Huan's eyes and lowered his voice, replying in a deep tone, "Director Yu, rest assured, we will definitely do as you ask. We will absolutely not involve your or anyone else's identity. If any colleagues come later, we will also go and say hello."
Seeing how sensible he was, Yu Huan couldn't help but smile and thank him, "Yes, thank you for your hard work."
Tang Jie tucked his briefcase under his arm, looked down and turned off the microphone and other recording equipment. Upon hearing this, he hurriedly looked up and said, "Director Yu, you're too kind."
"Exactly! This is what we should do!" the short, stout reporter hurriedly echoed.
Upon witnessing their conversation, especially the two reporters' respectful address of "Director," the driver's eyes lit up with a thoughtful expression, and his tense demeanor immediately relaxed.
His lips moved a few times, as if he was about to speak—
But then Yu Huan pulled out his phone from his pocket, quickly swiped his fingers across the screen, and then put it to his ear, clearly making a call.
Yu Huan tilted her head slightly, listening carefully to the soft ringtone, then turned around and looked at the window of the little Audi.
The car windows were covered with a layer of dark privacy film, and from the outside, only the blurry silhouettes of Sister Ru and Lin Yourong could be vaguely seen.
"Look, that man is on the phone. I wonder who he's calling," someone in the crowd shouted. Like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, it instantly created ripples.
"Maybe they're trying to pull some strings..."
……
The surrounding chatter reached Yu Huan's ears in waves.
He sighed silently, feeling both amused and helpless.
The Chinese people truly have the habit of watching excitement ingrained in their bones.
The ringtone stopped abruptly.
My uncle's hearty laughter came from the other end of the phone: "Haha! Xiao Yu, why are you calling me all of a sudden today? Is there something good?"
Yu Huan raised her other hand and gently covered her mouth, half-jokingly saying into the phone, "Uncle, nothing good has come of it, but there is a troublesome matter."
His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for the microphone to pick it up clearly.
My uncle immediately asked with concern, "Oh, what's the trouble?"
Yu Huan glanced at the scratches on the Rolls-Royce, organized her thoughts, and then explained, "Rongrong's friend was driving and accidentally scratched a Rolls-Royce. It happens to belong to Uncle Luo, and I only found out when Rongrong and I rushed over—"
"Uncle Luo? Luo Ruiyang's car?" My uncle's surprised voice suddenly came through the phone.
"Yes."
"What a coincidence!" Uncle seemed somewhat incredulous.
"What a coincidence!" Yu Huan emphasized helplessly, "The city center of Xingcheng is only this big—"
"What about Luo Ruiyang?" my uncle pressed.
Yu Huan's lips curled up slightly. Taking advantage of the good sound insulation of the small Audi, she teased, "Rongrong's friend said that Uncle Luo got out of the car and left without paying any attention to her. He almost scared her to tears, fearing that things wouldn't end well today."
My uncle chuckled on the other end of the phone, then jokingly said with a hint of understanding, "Okay, I'll see if I can get in touch with him. But speaking of which, with You Rong's friend driving so recklessly, not even avoiding a Rolls-Royce on the road, she must be a female driver, right?"
Yu Huan laughed along, "She is indeed a female driver. She and Rongrong are very close and run a studio together. Otherwise, I wouldn't want to get involved in such a troublesome matter."
But my uncle, unhurriedly, changed the subject and asked, "How's the renovation of your and You Rong's house going?"
"It's already been demolished into a bare shell; the renovation workers won't be on site until after the New Year."
"Oh, I trust my apprentice to do things well." Uncle paused for a moment, then continued, "If you have any complaints, you should tell Yang Qi directly. The renovation can't be taken lightly. After all, this house will be for you and You Rong to live in, so it has to be decorated to your liking so you can live comfortably."
Yu Huan replied, "I understand, Uncle."
"It's so noisy over there, there must be a lot of people watching the show, right?"
Hearing his uncle's cheerful voice, Yu Huan looked around and couldn't help but chuckle, saying, "That's right, there are layers upon layers of people surrounding us, and there are even reporters here. If you didn't know better, you'd think something big had happened."
Uncle smiled and said, "Then I'll call Luo Ruiyang right now, otherwise being surrounded by people like this isn't going to work."
"Okay, Uncle, thank you for your help."
"Hey! What kind of talk is that! I'm hanging up now!" My uncle's smiling words had barely faded when the receiver went dead with a busy tone.
A smile crept onto Yu Huan's lips beneath her mask.
He had just put his phone in his pocket when he suddenly heard a sharp honk from behind the crowd.
Like a sharp sword, it cleaved through the noisy atmosphere of the scene.
Immediately afterwards, a deep shout, amplified several times by the loudspeaker, echoed loudly: "Everyone, make way, don't block the way."
"Traffic police are here!" The crowd began to move slowly like a swarm of startled ants, making way for them.
(End of this chapter)