Refurbishment: Turning Waste into Treasure

"boom!"

A muffled sound, the front of the car blocked!

"I go…"

Xu Fan let out a low scolding, which was relatively gentle, otherwise the scolding could come out of his mouth, he would park in gear, put the handbrake on, and go straight down.

"Can you drive? Can you drive?"

The shouting sounded first, and the people had already got out of the car. They glanced at it first, and became even more unhappy: "Ma's... a broken Passat, Laozi has suffered from bad luck for eight lifetimes."

"..." Xu Fan didn't say anything, but the expression on his face became colder and colder, and he watched the middle-aged man who got off the bus perform.

"Tell me, how to solve it?"

The middle-aged car owner had a bad look on his face, and he was still fierce: "See clearly, see the car logo, three prongs, Ben'er... Daben, do you know me?"

"I know, Daben, who doesn't know me?" Xu Fan was angry and funny.

"It's good to know, let's talk about how to solve it?"

The middle-aged car owner looked at Xu Fan contemptuously, and said in a low voice, "My car is about one million yuan. It's just a few days before you came to ride it like this."

"I have money every minute, and I don't want you to be too much. I will give you 8,000 yuan if I make do. I will solve it myself, bad luck..." The middle-aged car advocate came.

"Let's go to the e300. It's still a fashion model. If I'm not mistaken, the official guide price is 675,000."

Xu Fan glanced at it, especially looking inside through the windshield of Daben to confirm: "At this price, we will give you the highest full insurance, plus taxes, etc., and the landing will not exceed 800,000, right?"

"you…"

The middle-aged car was dismantled, and couldn't help but feel embarrassed for a while, and quickly said, "Okay, even if it's 800,000, it's still a big car, and it's also a luxury car. You see, the front of the car has collapsed in, and it has dropped so much. Blocks of paint, 8,000 yuan from you is not too much, right?"

"Brother... Did you buy your driver's license?" Xu Fan took a turn for the worse.

"You... don't care if I bought it or got it for the test. Now it's a crash. To solve it, my time is precious."

"I don't care whether you bought it or took the test. The traffic rules expressly stipulate that when you turn, let go straight. This is not a special traffic area. Go straight and do not let you turn."

Xu Fan really shouldn't be laughing or should be angry, he was made a little out of temper: "Then you told me to ask me to lose money? Look at the front of my car for yourself, and at the same time a piece collapsed, and the paint is not missing? This is It's your full responsibility."

"How much is your broken Passat worth?" The middle-aged car owner didn't say anything, following the rule that a luxury car makes sense.

"If you say that, there's nothing to say."

Xu Fan didn't want to do so many bad things at first, but now he is more serious: "Let the traffic control department handle it directly. As for the final judgment, whoever will pay will be compensated, and then whether to report to insurance or privately."

Call the police!

I don't want to talk nonsense anymore.

Unfortunately, the call was just being made, and before I went out, the mounted police came over. There was a red street light in front of it, and there were people on duty. Obviously, they came here when they saw the situation here.

No need to make calls.

"Officer... You came just in time, this Passat slapped my Daben, please help me deal with it." The middle-aged owner grabbed the lead.

"..." The traffic policeman said nothing, stopped the car and took a look at it according to the procedure, and walked around the two cars respectively, and the conclusion has been reached.

"Officer... He asked me to pay 8,000 yuan. I thought it would be private if it could be private, and everyone would save trouble. He wanted to be serious with me, and I was ready to call the police."

Xu Fan was organized and kept the necessary respect, but the rest said the truth: "I'll trouble you to deal with it now."

"I think it's better to negotiate privately."

The traffic policeman's expression was a little complicated, especially when he looked at Xu Fan's a little outrageous young face, and then at the middle-aged car owner, his expression was a little strange: "What do you think?"

"no!"

The middle-aged car owner quits, or the rule of thumb for luxury cars: "I'm Daben, he's a Passat, how much is it worth?"

"you sure?"

"Sure!"

"Well!"

The traffic policeman has already given him a chance, and if people don't cherish him, there is no way: "Then follow the due process now, the facts are clear and clear, according to the provisions of Article xx, Chapter xx, Article xx of the Traffic Law, if you are not in a special traffic area, the turning car will give way. Drive straight."

"The owner of Daben... You are a turning car. From your brake marks, it is enough to judge that you did not let it. You are fully responsible. Call the insurance company." The last words of the traffic policeman were completely personal.

"how can that be?"

In fact, the middle-aged car owner has long been guilty. It was because he was impatient, and the speed of the car was a little faster. In addition to breaking the rules, he also had a great responsibility: "This can't be right, I didn't see the car when I drove out!"

"Look directly at the front of other people's cars. If someone hits your car, it should be at the position where it hit your door, not the side head of the car that is collapsing in now."

The traffic policeman is also a little irritable. It is actually quite helpless to meet such a person, but he still patiently said: "Take insurance!"

"Forget it, forget it... My time is precious, I don't have that time to wait, it's private!" The middle-aged car owner had no choice.

"Private, right?"

The little traffic policeman couldn't help feeling sad for the middle-aged car owner, so he had to confirm it again. After all, he still couldn't bear it, but when he saw the other side nod, he stopped working hard, turned to Xu Fan and asked, "How much do you think is appropriate to pay? ?"

"I don't want too much, just give me 80,000 yuan!"

"What? 80,000, why don't you grab it?"

The voice of the middle-aged car owner was about to pierce the sky, heading straight for the sky.

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