The secretary was right. Twenty-seven or eight minutes later, they were on a road along the river bank.

If you really lose control at that time, it is very likely that you will rush into the river.

Once a sealed vehicle falls into the water, unless you have quite professional diving skills and tools that can break windows, it will basically be a dead end.

Some domestic experts have conducted experiments. Without tools, they must hold their breath underwater for more than 40 seconds, and at the same time they have a lot of strength to offset the underwater pressure and forcefully open the car door.

In that case, ordinary people usually can only hold their breath for about twenty seconds.

Song Kanglai's Mercedes-Benz S-Class did not have a broken window hammer. Although he could swim, he was old and his strength was no longer enough.

Thinking of some worst possibility, Song Kanglai's heartbeat suddenly accelerated several times.

"I really thank you Mr. Jiang this time. If it weren't for his reminder, Mr. Song..."

The secretary said halfway, and did not continue, for fear that Song Kang would be unhappy when he heard it.

But Song Kanglai did not mean to blame him, but instead put down the thermos cup and nodded, "I really have to thank Mr. Jiang, this is considered a life-saving grace.

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If the vehicle loses control and hits and hurts people, just follow the normal insurance procedures.

Strictly speaking, it will not have much impact on Song Kanglai, and he will have to bear some price unless things get bigger.

But compared to the threat of your own life, what is this price?

But what Song Kanglai couldn't understand was how Mr. Jiang knew that there was something wrong with the car?

He hadn't even seen his car!

Could it be that it is really based on intuition?

The secretary whispered: "Do you want to talk to Mr. Tan about this?"

Song Kanglai understood what he meant, and Tan Junda also suggested that he listen to Mr. Jiang and not drive his own car.

Now that something happened to the car, logically speaking, I have to thank Mr. Tan.

Because Song Kanglai didn't ride the S-class car this time, a large part of the reason is that he doesn't want to lose face from Tan Junda.

After thinking about it, Song Kanglai nodded and said, "I will call Mr. Tan personally. You can arrange it. I will invite Mr. Tan and Mr. Jiang to dinner in the future.

”

The secretary responded and said that he would go and make arrangements later.

Jiang Zhihao didn't know that Song Kanglai was lucky enough to save his life, and he was busy selling fruits and fishing them out.

Based on my experience last time, there are quite a lot of fruits brought this time.

However, starting from the evening, the flow of people increased, and the sales speed of fruit fishing increased several times.

Even if the customers choose the matches themselves, they still have to make them in person, which is now popular with electronic payment. Otherwise, Jiang Zhihao would not be able to do anything by collecting money and finding money.

He has never heard of the fruit cutting since 5 pm, and the ice crusher is so hot.

By around 8 o'clock in the evening, all the fruits were sold completely.

And as early as an hour ago, the spare ice cubes were used up.

The guests who had not had time to leave all left with regret.

Jiang Zhihao, who was so busy that he was sweating all over, went to find a sanitation worker, paid him 100 yuan, and helped him clean up the stall.

Otherwise, there would be no place to throw away this pile of fruit peels.
Chapter completed!