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Chapter 1327 The car was hit(1/2)

"Is this your car?"

Ye Rongyao looked at the Porsche 911 red sports car in surprise.

You should know that this imported model is priced at about 3 million yuan on the market, which is not something that ordinary rich people can buy.

It seems that Mu Yuhan’s family background is very good, at least at the level of a rich man.

"It's my car, and it was my grandfather who gave me a gift last year on my birthday."

Mu Yuhan nodded and said.

"Oh, it's pretty."

Ye Rongyao nodded and got into the car.

"Dean, what's wrong?"

Mu Yuhan sat in the driver's seat and asked in confusion when he saw Ye Rongyao frowning.

"Nothing, just open it!"

Ye Rongyao shook his head and said.

Sitting in this sports car, Ye Rongyao felt a sense of depression, mainly because Ye Rongyao was tall and physically big. In this small space of this sports car, Ye Rongyao felt uncomfortable sitting inside.

In Ye Rongyao's opinion, sports cars have no big use except for showing off. The space is small, so it gives people a sense of depression when sitting on them. The chassis is almost impossible to drive.

The only advantage is speed, but in China, no matter how good your car is, it will be limited, which is useless.

As for the appearance, Ye Rongyao didn't find anything good-looking, and his appearance was not as good as some sedans and SUVs.

...

"Director, are you thirsty?"

Passing by a small supermarket, Mu Yuhan stopped the car on the side of the road and asked Ye Rongyao.

“A little thirsty.”

Ye Rongyao nodded and said.

"I'll buy some water!"

As he said that, Mu Yuhan opened the car door and went to buy something.

...

"Bang!"

Suddenly there was a sound from behind the car and the car swayed.

"What's going on?"

Ye Rongyao frowned and got out of the passenger seat of the car. When he looked back, he saw an old man in his seventies riding a tricycle and hit Mu Yuhan's red Porsche.

"Uncle, this road is so wide, why did you hit me?"

Ye Rongyao asked in confusion.

"I...I..."

The old man's face turned pale and he couldn't speak.

It turned out that the old man was riding a tricycle on the road just now, and a large truck suddenly ran past the side. The old man was so scared that he hurriedly turned the tricycle to the side, and ended up hitting the red sports car.

Although the old man didn't know the brand of this sports car, he knew that this car was called a sports car and the price was very expensive. It would cost tens of thousands of yuan to repair the car a little skin.

What's more, my tricycle hit me directly. I just took out all my money and couldn't afford it!

"Uncle, can you afford to pay for this?"

Ye Rongyao asked the old man whose face was so scared that he was confused.

"I can't afford to compensate!"

The old man wanted to cry. He thought that he could still do some work, so he rode a tricycle to sell some fruit and earn some money to reduce the burden on his children.

Who knew that he would hit a luxury car and he would have to pay for it...

The old man thought about it and his face began to turn purple.

"That's it, then you go!"

Seeing that the old man was frightened, Ye Rongyao spoke.

"Is this OK?"

The old man was stunned for a moment and asked uneasily.

This is a sports car, it is a matter of paying hundreds of thousands of dollars. Just let yourself leave?

"Let's go, go quickly!"

Ye Rongyao walked away and said.

"I……"

The old man is still a little uneasy!

"It's okay, let's go!"

Ye Rongyao said comfortably to the pale old man.

"oh!"

Listening to Ye Rongyao's words, the old man rode a tricycle away, but he didn't ride very far, so the old man stopped and looked back at Ye Rongyao.

"It's okay, let's go!"

Ye Rongyao knew what the old man was worried about and waved his hand and said.

"Dean, are you talking to me?"

At this time, Mu Yuhan bought good things and asked at Ye Rongyao in confusion.

"I don't know, an old man."

Ye Rongyao shook his head and said.

"My car, why is my car like this?"

At this time, Mu Yuhan noticed that something was knocking out of a big hole in the back of his sports car, and a large area of ​​paint on the surface also fell off.

This made Mu Yuhan feel so distressed.

"I was hit by a tricycle!"

Ye Rongyao said.

"Where are people, where are the people who crashed?"

Mu Yuhan asked unhappily.

I ran away from my beloved car like this, but Mu Hanyu refused to agree.

You should know that the car was hit like this, and the maintenance cost would be at least 200,000 to 300,000 yuan. You have money at home, but it was not caused by the strong wind.

And he dared to escape. Mu Yuhan must ask for an explanation for this matter.

"I asked him to leave, I paid for the repair fee for this car."

Ye Rongyao said.

For me, the repair fee of hundreds of thousands was not much pressure, and the old man was scared just now, plus the fruit behind the tricycle.

Ye Rongyao knew that the old man’s family was not in good condition. If he had a good family, he would not have been in his seventies and eighties, and he would have come out to make money.

If he really wants to compensate him hundreds of thousands of dollars, he may really take his life.

So, Ye Rongyao thought he would help him compensate him!

Who made me meet?

"No, no, there is no repair fee."

When Mu Yuhan heard that Ye Rongyao was going to pay the repair fee, he shook his head and said.

"That's it. After the repair is completed, you can just reimburse me."

Ye Rongyao said.

"No, really not."

Mu Yuhan said.

Although I felt sorry for my car being hit like this, Mu Yuhan didn't want the dean to pay the repair fee for him.

"That's it. Don't be polite to me, let's go."

Ye Rongyao said that and walked towards the passenger seat.

...

Sunhe Villa District is located at the Third Ring Road of the Capital City. It is a famous villa district in the capital. It is surrounded by warm and humid environment of Wenyu River. A large number of trees are planted around it, with water and trees, and the environment is quite good.
To be continued...
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