Urban God-level Selection System

The two set out on the same day for the countryside.

In order to hide his identity, Zhang Wanlin deliberately bought a pair of second-hand Audis, the dusty black car.

Song Huan sat in the co-pilot and prepared a lot of things.

In her words, the environment in the countryside is different from that in the city. First, the temperature is relatively low, so you need to prepare more cotton clothes. Second, there are almost no shopping malls, especially those remote mountain roads.

Not to mention shopping malls, there is not even one.

Song Huan was very considerate. Zhang Wanlin thought about it and couldn't help but smile: "President Song, you think we are going out in this business, it looks like that, right?"

"like what?"

Song Huan was puzzled and looked out the window.

"Couple."

Song Huan turned his head to look at Zhang Wanlin, "thinking about it."

The car passed on the highway.

Gradually, it was almost night, and Zhang Wanlin was going to park to find a hotel to stay.

Their destination is far away, and it takes three days to drive.

This is why you need help so much.

Just as he was parking the car, an old man with a lame leg ran over, and amidst the doubts of the two, he bumped into the car before screaming and lying on the ground.

"Oh, hit someone! Hit someone!"

"I'm an 80-year-old man dying!"

"Come and take a look! This unscrupulous driver!"

It was the first time Song Huan encountered Bangci. He didn't expect to encounter such a thing as soon as he came out, so he didn't know what to do.

Looking at Zhang Wanlin again, he casually lit a flame, swallowing clouds and fog.

"You have a reaction, what should we do?"

Song Huan said that this place is already out of the city, and the quality of the residents is generally lowered. Who knows what poor neighbors will meet.

"How can I react? Let's see first."

Zhang Wanlin couldn't adjust.

He really looked at the old man lying on the ground in front of him seriously.

"Have you ever made a mistake? Let's take a look."

Song Huan was about to get out of the car and was pulled by Zhang Wanlin, "Wait, why bother to get out of the car so quickly."

The car stopped in front of the old man, but no one got off after a long time, it was so stiff.

The old man played there by himself, talking to himself and telling the truth, he felt embarrassed.

If others don’t come out for half an hour, it’s impossible to lie down for half an hour, right?

He stood up, came limping over, knocked on the window, "M's, you hit my hair, how can you ignore it?"

Zhang Wanlin lowered the window, like an old man, "Oh, where did that hurt?"

"Legs!"

Cried the old man.

"But can't you go?"

"Fuck it, I can't walk together, so the accident is calculated, right?

If you hit me, you hit me. Now I give you two choices! "

The old man shouted: "First, take me to the hospital for an examination. I have to take turns for each device. Think about how much it costs! Second, it's our own.

It's not easy for you, right, you can simply give me 200,000! I am responsible for any problems in the future! "

"Two hundred thousand!?"

Song Huan said in surprise from the side that a small piece of porcelain dared to touch 200,000 yuan. It was so bold. She angrily said: "Old sir, I respect you as an elder, so I will save you some face.

We were backing up just now, how could we hit you in the front? "

"Not to mention that the speed of the car can't hurt people!"

"Is it too much for you to ask for so much?"

The old man scolded: "You mb, what does a woman know?

I am an 80-year-old man who was hit by you. What happened to me asking for some money?

Is it too much?

Does this amount of money only include medical expenses, and don't my mental losses count? "

The old man grabbed his finger to count the compensation and how to calculate it. In short, the miscellaneous things add up to 200,000, so it is still the result of his 20% discount.

"My tm is cheap enough, don't know what it is!"

Song Huan was also angry: "Huh! I really haven't seen you touch porcelain like this. Okay, then I will call the police immediately to see who is right! We have a driving recorder. It depends on your fault or ours!"

Picking up the phone, he was about to make a call. The old man was anxious and took out a swinging stick from behind and smashed it on the car window, "You mb, dare to call the police!?"

"Oh, the world is getting worse! There are such people! If you hit someone, you want to leave!"

The old man called out loudly while threatening, attracting many people, some of whom rushed out of the crowd, holding kitchen knives.

"Grandpa, what's the matter with you?"

"Did you hit him? A driver with no eyesight? I chopped him out today!"

"Mb, bullying us, no one here, right?"

A few kitchen knives were placed outside the car, and Song Huan was scared on the spot. He forgot to dial the phone.

Zhang Wanlin shook his cigarette butt, took one last puff, then opened the door and walked out.

Song Huan did not stop.

Zhang Wanlin said, "Hey, it's just an injury. I massaged it. If I go to the hospital, I can rescue you on the spot.

Father, you lie down, I will give you a few presses, your game has recovered. "

The old man tremblingly held the swinging stick and pointed, "You fart to Lao Tzu, and you hit it, and you press it.

The bone of this tm is broken, can you press it back?

Lose money! "

"Two hundred thousand one is not much, one is not much!"

The sons shouted after hearing this.

"Dad, why do you want 200,000 yuan? Look at your face and look at your skinny body. Why do you want 200,000 yuan? At least 300,000 yuan!"

"what?

! Three hundred thousand?

Dad is injured like this, how can it be only 300,000?

At least half a million! "

"Yes, half a million is appropriate.

After one, my dad will die tomorrow? "

Several scrambled to talk, raising the price to 500,000.

Of course Zhang Wanlin knew that these people were all in the same group, and the bullying was someone like Song Huan.

But he is different, he himself is a little hooligan.

Bullying on the gangster, hehe.

Zhang Wanlin said, "Hey, what's the use of saying so much? It's still important to save the father's life.

What if he dies later? "

As he said, he hugged the old man directly on the car hood, ignoring everyone's obstacles, pulling up his leg and twisting it for a while.

The old man screamed so loudly that he could hear it from a few streets away.

A few minutes later, Zhang Wanlin sweated profusely, and the old man was so tortured that he could not speak for a long time.

Several sons supported him.

"Dad, are you okay, what are you going to say?"

"You said you want to kill him!?"

"Well, we are as you wish!"

Several people were carrying kitchen knives to chop Zhang Wanlin, Zhang Wanlin said, "Hold on!"

"Now I have rescued the old man, you don't know if you don't know if you want to pay back, then you will pay back your grievance?"

"Damn! What kind of treatment is this? My dad almost broke his bones!"

"Even if you are lucky if you are still alive, you still have treatment!"

"You must be destroyed today!"