I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"A vulgar person like me

Never like to pretend to be deep

Why do I occasionally hear old songs?

Suddenly I was stunned..."

Song Chaoge held the steering wheel with one hand and played music in the car. He unconsciously raised the bridge of his nose with his other hand, and then realized that he was not wearing those old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses.

He was driving a Hongqi.

Hongqi H5.

Not to mention in Kyoto, even in third- and fourth-tier cities, this B-class car will not get any attention.

It's not even the evening rush hour yet.

It's still a quarter to four o'clock.

There are still an hour or two before getting off work. For migrant workers in 996, relief is far away, but never doubt the prosperity of Kyoto.

As a city where even license plates have to be drawn, the streets are always busy with traffic no matter what time of day.

Like all the drivers on the road, the Hongqi H5 driven by Song Chaoge was quite disciplined. He walked in his own lane, did not rush for speed, did not overtake, and followed the car in front and stepped on the accelerator.

"Dudu..."

Trumpets sounded.

intersection.

Right.

A black Audi A6 honked its horn, and the driver lowered the window and raised his hand to signal the Hongqi H5 that was traveling straight.

This action is quite rigorous and standard.

The meaning is clear at a glance, indicating that Hongqi H5 should slow down and give way, requesting to stop.

But I don’t know whether it was because Hongqi’s sound insulation effect was too good, or because Song Chaoge was so absorbed in listening to the song, I didn’t seem to hear the horn sound of the Audi A6 to remind me, nor did I see the driver’s gesture when he lowered the window.

Hongqi H5 does not slow down.

thereby.

"boom."

The two cars inevitably collide.

Song Chaoge seemed to have regained his composure and stepped on the brakes to stop.

Because the speed of both parties was not very fast, it was just a slight collision, so the problem was not serious.

After looking at the collision situation, Song Chaoge, who was driving straight, calmly said, "Please pull over first, don't delay the traffic."

When driving in Kyoto, you must be familiar with the laws and regulations. From the collision situation at the scene, it was clear who was responsible when the Audi front bumped into the Hongqi body. However, after getting out of the car and observing the situation, the Audi driver, who was the "culprit", actually frowned. brow.

He ignored Song Chaoge's reasonable request and raised his head, "Little comrade, the car is going fast."

Song Chaoge was stunned for a moment, then looked at the other person up and down.

Dark formal wear.

Black leather shoes.

Early thirties.

Moreover, Audi's attribute in China is that it has always been an official car.

Plus that mysterious "little comrade" sound.

There is a lot of atmosphere in the system.

It is said that a brick can hit a department director in Kyoto. Under the imperial city, meeting a leader on the street is not something worth making a fuss about.

But one thing is also very important.

Leaders generally don't know how to drive by themselves.

Song Chaoge then glanced at Audi. There should be no one inside.

"I should be driving normally."

Song Chaoge was calm, objectively stated the facts, and safeguarded his legitimate rights and interests.

But this attitude undoubtedly made the middle-aged man, who was probably the driver, even more dissatisfied.

The seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister's door.

Even if you are a driver who drives for a leader, that is not something that ordinary people can challenge.

"Little comrade, it doesn't matter if the car is going fast, but if life is going fast, it will be troublesome."

He frowned even more tightly, ignoring the fact that he had violated the rules, and admonished Song Chaoge regardless of whether he was serious or not.

Song Chaoge always maintained a polite smile and did not argue with the other party. He took out his mobile phone and called the traffic police.

The Audi driver frowned and watched him call the traffic police, then looked at his red flag.

"Which unit are you from?"

Song Chaoge asked after making a phone call with the traffic police.

Song Chaoge put down his cell phone, and before he could speak, he said, "Beep, beep, beep..."

Urging trumpets sounded.

The two cars are closely connected, which undoubtedly affects traffic.

Song Chaoge got in the car again and moved the car to the side of the road. He was quite law-abiding and no different from the ordinary people who work honestly.

"It's a small problem, and we can leave as soon as the traffic police arrive."

After moving the car and getting off again, he said politely.

"You work in a government agency, right? Which department?"

the Audi driver asked.

A car is more than just a means of transportation.

Sometimes, it also has status attributes. Like Audi, Hongqi cars have a relatively distinctive temperament in China. In addition, driving for leaders makes their possessions somewhat beyond ordinary people's observation. From the series of reactions of this Hongqi car owner after the accident, He is very much like the young man who follows the rules and works hard in the workplace.

"Which unit are you in?"

Song Chaoge asked rhetorically.

The Audi driver finally showed his first smile after getting out of the car, glanced at Song Chaoge, and didn't waste any more words.

A young man is a young man after all.

I don't have any eyesight.

Struggling in Kyoto, is it possible that you don’t know that the most important thing when looking at a car is not the car logo, but the license plate?

It must be that the gap was too big, and the Audi driver ignored Song Chaoge.

Song Chaoge didn't continue to talk to anyone and looked at the watch on his wrist.

He also seemed to be in a hurry.

In the important place of Kyoto, the traffic police arrived very quickly. When I saw the Audi A6 and then looked at the license plate starting with Jing A, my heart suddenly skipped a beat and I immediately became serious and nervous.

"It was a small accident. I was driving straight, and he merged from the right and wiped me."

Song Chaoge explains the situation truthfully and clearly.

The traffic policeman nodded casually, not sure if he heard it, and then walked quickly to the Audi driver and asked with concern.

The police and the people are in trouble.

"The car is impounded first, you come with me."

After a while, the traffic policeman turned to Song Chaoge and said.

Song Chaoge's expression remained unchanged, he had no doubts or surprises, he just asked calmly: "Why? The responsibility does not lie with me."

"Who has the final say? Do you have the final say, or do the laws and regulations have the final say?"

"I've made it clear what the situation is."

"But what I saw is different from what you said. Who asked you to move the car without permission? Do you know that this is the scene of a sabotage accident?"

Faced with the traffic police's righteous words, Song Chaoge had no way to argue.

"Driver's license, driver's license."

There was no confrontation or conflict. Song Chaoge fully demonstrated the excellent qualities of a law-abiding citizen by opening the car door and jointly taking out the certificate.

The traffic police took it and asked, "Where's the driver's license?"

"Did not bring."

Ask the police to look at the driving license and ask, "Isn't this your car?"

"No, my friend's."

"ID card."

The traffic policeman said while continuing to look at the driving license. When he saw the address column of the car owner's information, his pupils shrank and his majestic expression froze instantly.

At this time, Song Chaoge had already taken out his wallet and handed over his ID card.

The traffic policeman raised his head, no longer as upright as before, his face was stiff, and he slowly raised his hand in embarrassment. When he took the ID card and saw the small print of his residential address, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but tremble, and he suddenly looked up with shock on his face.

"Do you want me to call my friend?"

Until now, Song Chaoge has been quite cooperative.

It took the traffic police comrade a moment to come to his senses and hurriedly said: "No, no need."

I don't know if it was because the weather was too hot, but sweat began to appear on his forehead.

"The certificate will be returned to you."

Subsequently, the traffic police comrade handed back both documents with both hands.

Song Chaoge took it and looked at the surveillance camera at the intersection, "I forgot to take a photo, but if the surveillance camera is on, I should be able to see it clearly."

"It's a small problem, please wait a moment."

The traffic police comrade didn't bother to wipe his sweat, and hurriedly walked towards the Audi driver who was getting impatient, and said something quietly but quickly.

Immediately, the official Audi driver began to change his face wonderfully. First he was shocked, then he was questioning, and finally he was uneasy.

He looked at Song Chaoge, wanting to say something, but it seemed difficult to say it.

"There's nothing wrong with my car, so I don't need to pay insurance. Can I leave first?"

Song Chaoge asked.

The traffic police comrades nodded quickly.

Song Chaoge turned around, opened the car door, and when he got in the car, he turned back and glanced at the Audi and the Audi license plate.

A license plate is enough to reveal a lot of information, such as your workplace.

He grew up here, so how could he not understand Kyoto's unique license plate culture.

"Don't delay the leader's schedule."

After saying that, he got in the car and closed the door.

The Audi driver looked panicked.

A coffee shop located on the first floor of the business district.

The Hongqi H5, which had some bumps and scratches, was parked on the side of the road. Song Chaoge opened the door and got out of the car, looked at the time, and then walked to the coffee shop.

"There was an accident on the road."

Cao Jinse was sitting alone in a remote corner. He didn't know how long he had been there. He smiled indifferently at the other party's lateness and said, "It's okay. You were always waiting for me before. What do you want to drink?"

"Iced red tea."

"Waiter, a cup of iced tea."

Song Chaoge sat down and said, "It's rare to see you so leisurely."

"Humans are not machines, they must combine work and rest."

"It's good to have this understanding. I'm always worried that you work too hard and neglect your body."

childhood sweethearts.

Probably out of the question.

But we have known each other for many, many years.

"I have a physical examination every year." Cao Jinse slowly sucked on the mango smoothie.

Song Chaoge smiled and said, "The role of physical examination is only to remedy the situation, not to prevent it. Your own health must be paid attention to at ordinary times."

"I think the issue of health is rather metaphysical. Some people smoke for a lifetime, but live a long life. Some people work hard to maintain their health, but they get sick early. What do you think is the reason for this?"

"You're really giving me a hard time."

"I think it's Qi, or luck."

Song Chaoge smiled: "Have you been to the temple recently?"

"Your iced tea."

"Thank you."

Song Chaoge took it with both hands and was so polite to an ordinary cafe waiter.

Cao Jinse saw it and said, "You know, I don't believe in Buddhism."

Before Song Chaoge could speak, she said again: "But I believe in cause and effect."

"Good deeds are rewarded?"

Song Chaoge answered with a smile, and then took a sip of iced black tea.

Cao Jinse held the straw, stirred the smoothie, and lowered his head, "Do you believe it?"

"I believe."

Song Chaoge answered simply and affirmatively, and he put the iced black tea on the table.

"However, it is difficult to evaluate a person's good and evil, because life is too long. Except for a very few people, most people cannot only do good things or only bad things in their lives."

"Just like you."

Song Chaoge looked at the other party with soft eyes, "You have helped so many people, but there must be many people who hate you. The shopping mall is like a battlefield. You will always offend some people and destroy their lives directly or indirectly. Causing them to lose their reputation, or There is no pure good or pure evil in this world."

"Where are the murderers? Where are the sociopaths?"

Cao Jinse asked calmly.

"Jinse, if you say that, it's just nitpicking."

"Then let me give you a less extreme example."

Cao Jinse looked up, "Where's Aunt Lan? How do you evaluate her?"

Song Chaoge said without changing his expression, "As a junior, I am not suitable to comment."

"understood."

Cao Jinse said calmly: "That's why you did that in Goryeo."

There was no frown or surprise. Song Chaoge had almost no reaction. It felt like he hadn't heard anything.

Cao Jinse did not repeat it again.

"I never thought Aunt Lan was a good person, so you shouldn't provoke her."

Song Chaoge was noncommittal and held up the iced black tea.

"Everyone knows that Aunt Lan likes to collect, not only antique calligraphy and paintings, she also collects grievances and grievances. She keeps a note in her heart, and when the time comes, we will settle them together."

"Your description is very appropriate." Song Chaoge smiled and took a sip of iced black tea, "But times are different now."

"Times are different."

Cao Jinse said: "The chaotic golden age has passed, but Aunt Lan has not aged, nor have many people of her generation."

Song Chaoge was silent, and then asked: "...so."

"is it necessary."

Cao Jinse suddenly asked inexplicably.

Song Chaoge smiled and said, "I can't help myself. Although this word is pretentious, it is very real. You should also understand it deeply. Many times, we can't help ourselves."

"I didn't understand my brother when he went to teach at Beijing University. Instead, he asked me how big an official you have to be to be considered a big official, and how much money you have to make to be considered big."

"Your brother has always been my idol."

"I can understand what you just said, but many times, I am the one forcing myself."

With that said, Cao Jinse took out his phone, pulled up a photo, then put the phone on the table, rotated it in a circle, and pushed it forward.

Song Chaoge looked down.

On the phone is a photo.

The background looks like an interrogation room.

Sitting in the interrogation position is a long-haired woman with a feminine temperament.

The photo must have been taken not long ago.

Song Chaoge finally frowned and raised his head.

"Although Fang Jun's case has been decided, many issues have not been investigated clearly. Now we have some clues. This woman named Hu Die may have played an important role in Fang Jun's case."

Song Chaoge said nothing, slowly leaned back on the sofa chair, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Really? Fang Jun's case is an economic case. How come it involves the National Security Bureau?"

In the photo, it is clearly not an ordinary interrogation room. Of course, ordinary people would not be able to tell that.

"It is better for Guoan to take action than Aunt Lan to take action."

"You know, in Aunt Lan's time, she was determined to get rid of someone, just like picking something out of a bag."

After saying that, Cao Jinse stood up.

Song Chaoge turned a blind eye and sat there, looking at the empty seat, as if he didn't notice Cao Jinse leaving, and slowly lost his expression. (End of chapter)