Young Master Qian glanced at Lin Yu. Although he had never seen Lin Yu in his memory, his arrogance was still much restrained.
"If we hadn't met, you might have had to lie down and walk out of Renai Hospital last year." Lin Yu said with a smile.
"What...what a miracle doctor?!"
Mr. Qian's body trembled, his eyes suddenly opened wide, he was happy and surprised, and he stammered: "Are you the miracle doctor who saved...saved me?"
"It's true." Lin Yu looked at his legs and nodded with a smile, "Well, he's walking pretty solid. It seems he has recovered well."
Before Young Master Qian had time to speak, he quickly took out his mobile phone and dialed the contact marked "Miracle Doctor He" in his address book. When he found that Lin Yu's phone rang, he was immediately overjoyed. The person in front of him was indeed Doctor He!
He rushed over, held Lin Yu's hand, and said excitedly: "Doctor He, I have always wanted to treat you to dinner to thank you for coming, but my dad refused to let me, saying that my status is not worthy of sitting with you.
I was told not to disturb you during dinner, so even though I have your phone number, I never dared to call you."
After saying that, he suddenly remembered something, slapped his mouth hard twice, and cursed: "I have such a foul mouth that I even dare to scold my savior. I deserve to die, I deserve to die!"
"Hey, Mr. Qian, what are you doing?" Lin Yu quickly reached out to pull him.
The dandies who were with Mr. Qian were all dumbfounded, with shock on their faces!
Who is Young Master Qian? He is a ruthless master who will have his hands and feet amputated if someone pokes his finger!
Now you slap yourself in the face just because you scolded a van driver? Or in front of everyone on the road?!
Especially the punk suit, his face turned green when he saw this scene. After learning that Lin Yu was the savior of Young Master Qian, he was so frightened that he was trembling with fear. Young Master Qian had been so cruel to him, so how could he, a little follower of him?
Beaten to death?
The punk suit suddenly had an idea, and he took the initiative and slapped himself hard on the face. While slapping him, he walked over and scolded himself: "I deserve to die even more! I deserve to die even more!..."
"No! You deserve more damn than me!"
Young Master Qian slapped Punk Suit hard on the head, which made Punk Suit's vision go dark and he almost sat down on the ground.
"Young Master Qian, forget it, it's not a big deal originally." Lin Yu saw that time was running out and quickly persuaded Young Master Qian.
"No, Doctor He, this matter is not over yet. I heard that he scratched your car?!" Mr. Qian said angrily.
Before Lin Yu could speak, Punk Suit nodded hurriedly and said, "Yes, yes, I went blind and scratched my car for Brother He, no, Uncle He. I have to compensate, I have to compensate."
In order to show respect for Lin Yu, Punk Uniform abruptly called Lin Yu more than ten years older.
Lin Yu smiled bitterly and shook his head, waving his hands quickly, "Forget it, it's not a big problem."
But Young Master Qian refused to give up, and rushed into Punk's uniform angrily and asked: "Tell me, you hit my benefactor's car so badly, how are you going to compensate me?!"
In fact, what he meant by seriousness was that the front bumper of the van was dented.
"This..." Punk Suit ran over and looked at the damaged bumper of the van, and then said decisively: "The damage is so serious, I have to pay at least 200,000, no, 300,000! Yes, 300,000
!Not a single cent less!”
puff!
Lin Yu almost spat out blood after hearing this. He Jinxiang seemed to have bought this shabby car for more than 20,000 yuan. If it broke a bumper, Punk Suit would have to compensate himself 300,000 yuan?
Lin Yu knew that he said this because he was afraid of Young Master Qian, so he quickly waved his hand and said, "Young Master Qian, forget it, there's no need to pay for it, I was the one who rear-ended him first."
"No! My dear benefactor, how can you handle such an expensive car without paying for it?" Mr. Qian said hurriedly.
precious?
Lin Yu suddenly couldn't laugh or cry.
"Yes, He...Uncle He, your car hit so hard, he must pay for it!"
"That's right, I think three hundred thousand is too little."
“It’s such a good car, but if you want to repair it, you probably won’t be able to find parts!”
After several other dudes reacted, in order to please Mr. Qian, they immediately echoed in unison.
"Yes, yes, 300,000 yuan is not enough for this kind of car. I am really blind!"
As he spoke, Punk Suit slapped himself twice in the face, then he came up to Lin Yu, held the keys of his GTR to Lin Yu with both hands, and said flatteringly: "Uncle He, why don't you suffer a loss? Let's take the car."
Let’s exchange it.”
"No, no, no, that's not okay, it's impossible!"
Lin Yu quickly waved his hands, wasn't this an obvious robbery? His shabby van only cost about 20,000 yuan, while his high-end version of the GTR cost at least more than 2 million yuan, which was enough to buy one hundred of his own.
"Yes, yes, Uncle He, please, please change with me." The punk suit bowed his body and prayed.
"No, my van is used by our shop to haul stones..."
"I can do this too! Uncle He, let me tell you, my car is very powerful and the trunk is big. It is very suitable for pulling rocks! I feel that it was born just for pulling rocks!" Punk Sui said with excitement.
If the manufacturer of GTR were at the scene, he would probably faint from tears when he heard these words.
"What fool you are, you want to exchange a broken car for my benefactor's car?! Come on, don't talk nonsense, I will cripple one of your legs today to vent my anger on my benefactor!"
Seeing Lin Yu's refusal like this, Qian Da thought that he hadn't calmed down yet, so he immediately kicked Punk Suit to the ground, yelling for several other dudes to come up to help, and wanted to break Punk Suit's legs.
When Lin Yu saw that Young Master Qian was serious about it, he quickly reached out and grabbed him, and said hurriedly: "Okay, Young Master Qian, stop fighting, stop fighting, I'll change, why don't I change?"
"
"Uncle He, thank you, thank you."
Punk Suit's face turned pale with fright. He burst into tears immediately after hearing this. He was so grateful that he quickly got up and kowtowed to Lin Yu.
You must know that although their family has a net worth of hundreds of millions, in the eyes of a rich second generation like Mr. Qian with a net worth of tens of billions, he is nothing. If his legs are really broken, he will naturally be unlucky.