CHAPTER 546: CHAPTER 304 UNLUCKY SONG ZE

Song Ze’s mind was completely blank at this moment, partly because he was drunk and not exactly clear-headed, and partly because he had just been rear-ended.

In this situation, if the police were called, he’d definitely go to jail.

Therefore, when the person from the rear-ending car came over to knock on the window, he merely rubbed his face hard to try and stay as clear-headed as possible. Then Chen Weiwei rolled down the car window a bit and shouted out, "Forget it, forget it, this time I’m unlucky, everyone just fix their own cars."

Saying this, Song Ze was about to start the car, but two of the people blocked his car from the front.

One person pointed at him through the windshield and yelled, "Get out! We can smell alcohol, have you been drinking? Drunk driving!"

"Definitely! Otherwise, why would he be so kind as not to pursue our rear-ending responsibility?"

"Get down here! If you don’t, we’ll call the police, we’ve taken a picture of your license plate."

There was even one standing next to the driver’s seat, reaching out to slap the car door, threatening.

Of course, Song Ze was afraid of them calling the police, so he had no choice but to roll down the window, pretending to be tough and said, "Don’t go overboard! I’m not even considering your responsibility for rear-ending, what do you want?"

The person next to the window sneered, "You drove drunk, what’s there for us to be responsible for? You should be smart and pay some money to avoid disaster, or else when the police come, you’re not getting away, you’re going to jail for a few months."

"Bullshit. I’m not drunk driving! Also, even if I was drunk driving, a rear-end collision is a rear-end collision, you think I don’t understand traffic laws?"

"Are you really asking to go to jail for a few months? Be smart and give us fifty thousand as hush money, plus ten thousand for car repair fees, a total of sixty thousand, and that’s it. Otherwise, wait to go to jail."

Upon hearing this, Song Ze was instantly frustrated. Damn it, tonight was really unlucky for him. First, he was extorted by those five people earlier, now he’s being extorted by these three.

This is never-ending!

"Are you bastards really targeting me?" Song Ze shouted furiously.

"So what if we are? Do you want to save sixty thousand yuan or go to jail? Don’t dawdle, be quick, or the police will come, and you’ll definitely go to jail."

"I don’t have that much money! You guys better move, or I’ll drive straight through you!" Song Ze threatened angrily.

"You’re driving a Phaeton worth over six hundred thousand, and you can’t come up with sixty thousand?"

"The car belongs to my friend," Song Ze lied casually.

"You’re fooling nobody! Hurry up and pay, or we’ll call the police immediately," the person started threatening again.

Song Ze made a fierce remark, "Go ahead and call, I actually do want to go to jail."

One of the other guys, playing the good cop, said, "Forget it, forget it, let’s lower it a bit. Fifty thousand, just give fifty thousand and that’s fine. Fifty thousand isn’t much for a rich guy like you, split among us three, it’s only ten thousand each. Hurry up and pay, and we’ll leave. Otherwise, the more you delay, the more likely the police are to come. There are traffic cameras here, and people passing by might report us."

Song Ze was extremely frustrated, he didn’t want to go to jail, but he didn’t have much money on him right now, maybe not even a thousand in total.

He originally planned to ask his mom for next month’s living expenses in advance tomorrow, then pay those five people from earlier.

Now, damn it, there’s another three, where’s he supposed to get the money?

But in this situation, he had no choice but to pay, he had to borrow from friends.

"Five thousand is too much. I’ll give up to three thousand, if it’s more, I’d rather go to jail."

Song Ze could only make a final bargain.

The three of them were veterans, knowing in such matters one shouldn’t push too hard, otherwise if the other party gets a wild idea and decides to go to jail or actively report the incident, it’d all be wasted effort, with even a risk of being caught.

Also, they were afraid of the other party holding a grudge and coming after them later. After all, the other party seemed to be genuinely wealthy.

So the three of them pretended to discuss for a while and finally agreed to Song Ze’s counteroffer.

In fact, even if Song Ze bargained down to two thousand, they’d likely agree.

Because the longer it drags on, the more likely it is for the traffic police to arrive, they’ve had bad luck before.

So these things need to be settled quickly, get the money early, and secure it in the pocket. Efficiency is key.

Seeing them agree readily, Song Ze knew he had bargained too high, but given the situation, he had to accept it.

He immediately sent a WeChat to the two friends he was separated from earlier, urgently asking for two thousand from each.

His two friends didn’t have as good family circumstances as his, but they were somewhat financially sound, and they tended to save money, unlike him who spent lavishly.

These two friends were generous, quickly transferring money to him one after another.

Song Ze gritted his teeth and quickly scanned the other party’s payment code, transferring three thousand.

He secretly vowed to make those three guys pay someday.

The three were happy to get the money, one even pretended to offer Song Ze advice, "Learn from this lesson, never drunk drive again."

Song Ze could only gnash his teeth in hatred.

The three of them were about to walk back to their car, when suddenly they saw police lights flashing ahead, a police car coming swiftly, expertly spinning the steering wheel to stop between the two cars.

Before Song Ze and the three could react, three traffic policemen quickly got out of the police car.

"Damn!"

All four of them seemed to curse inwardly in unison.

How unlucky!

...

Jin Xinyan learned from Du’er the next morning about Song Ze’s drunk driving and detention, and that he also ran into a scam gang, getting extorted for three thousand yuan. Clearly, this money wouldn’t be easily recovered.

After hearing this news, Jin Xinyan was speechless.

Song Ze indeed had a very unlucky night.

Of course, Chen Feng knew nothing about these events, and Jin Xinyan didn’t specifically tell him.

Actually, even if she did, Chen Feng wouldn’t care. After all, Chen Feng wasn’t close to them, and although they drank together at the bar last night, frankly, Chen Feng wasn’t very happy throughout.

He not only had no fondness for the three men with Song Ze, but also felt the same about Du’er and Lu Lu.

If it weren’t for Jin Xinyan’s insistence, he wouldn’t have gone to such a place to drink with them.

However, he didn’t expect Du’er truly liked him, last night they added each other on WeChat, and shortly after Chen Feng got home, she messaged him asking if he arrived home.

Out of politeness, Chen Feng replied with a "mm."

But Du’er continued to message him, sometimes talking about her past with Jin Xinyan, other times about things from school.

Chen Feng initially read them, but eventually was too lazy to even look, let alone reply.