Although I didn't like Japanese cars, but in this situation, I really didn't have any other choice.
Galloping on the street with a lot of traffic, the sound of the car's motor formed a special melody, and I felt like I was suddenly enlightened. I skillfully drove the Honda, accelerating, then accelerating, then overtaking, then overtaking.
The number on the speedometer, almost reached 140 km/h in ten seconds.
You have to know, this wasn't a highway, driving at this speed, it was definitely an extremely disharmonious scene.
However, when I thought of You Meng, I couldn't help but step on the accelerator, I wished I could grow wings and fly over!
Beijing's traffic police were everywhere, just like last time, because I ran a red light and exceeded the speed limit, several police cars began to chase after me.
This was nothing to me, after a few intersections, the police cars were already out of sight.
The Honda was still speeding on the road, but the weather was unpredictable, when passing the red flag, I suddenly felt that the Honda was obviously lacking power, and couldn't speed up!
I couldn't help but feel anxious, while relaxing the accelerator to adjust, I secretly scolded: Fuck, shitty Japanese cars, they're just unreliable!
But in reality, I was wrong!
It wasn't until the car suddenly stopped on the road that I truly felt the seriousness of the situation.
At the same time, I also realized that I had made a serious mistake.
There wasn't anything wrong with the Honda, it was just that there wasn't enough fuel!
Just now, because I was anxious to see You Meng, I didn't check the dashboard, and just blindly accelerated to overtake, who would have thought that just as I got rid of the police cars, I suddenly ran out of fuel!
As the saying goes, more haste, less speed, perhaps this was the truth.
Now that there wasn't any fuel in the fuel tank, it would be quite troublesome to add fuel, and it was said that I had to let the gas out, and only after the internal and external pressure was balanced can I add fuel.
I, Zhao Long, actually made such a low-level mistake!
But the reality of the situation didn't give me much time to think.
I quickly got out of the driver's seat, and saw a man in his forties passing by on a tricycle, I quickly went forward to stop him, and hurriedly took out three hundred kuai from my pocket, and said to him, "Big Brother, help me, help me push the tricycle to the gas station, I'll give you three hundred kuai!
Left with no other choice, I could only resort to this!
The man still didn't believe my sincerity. He stared at the three hundred kuai in my hand and asked, "You aren't lying to me, right?
You're really giving me 300 yuan? "
Judging from his accent, he seemed to be from Shandong.
However, I didn't have the time to be friends with him right now, so I frowned and said, "Of course!
Why don't I give it to you first, then you can push it! "
The man took the three hundred dollars I gave him and looked at them one by one in front of the sun. He kept muttering, "This one's fine, this one's real, this one's real!"
I was a little anxious and urged him, "It's all real. Can you push the cart now?"
The man couldn't believe that a meat pie had fallen from the sky. He looked at me and said, "There's actually such a good thing? Hehe, wait for me to park my junk car over there. I'll definitely come over and help you push your car!" The man pointed at a nearby electric pole. There was plenty of space to park there.
I forced a smile and said, "Big Brother, by the time you park the car, the sky will be dark!
There's a gas station in front of us, please help me! "In a hurry, I cupped my hands and gestured to him to show that I was in a hurry.
The man didn't say anything else. He turned around and parked his junk car nearby. He rolled up his sleeves and tried to help me push the car.
I got into the driver's seat and adjusted the gear to neutral. The car slowly slid down the road, and it got faster and faster.
In fact, at this moment, I felt a little apologetic in my heart.
If it wasn't for the fact that I had no other choice, why would I do this?
However, what I didn't expect was that this scene was captured by a passing reporter …
Since the distance was relatively close, the car was quickly pushed to the gas station.
I parked the car at a suitable location and got out of the driver's seat. Seeing that the big brother who helped me push the car was already sweating, I quickly thanked him, "Thank you, big brother. You've worked hard."
I handed him a cigarette and helped him light it. The man was flattered and nodded repeatedly.
I exchanged a few more pleasantries with him. Just as the man was about to leave, a small business car suddenly stopped next to us.
I vigilantly looked at the car. The front of the business car had the words' News Interview 'hanging in red. It seemed to be a TV station car.
I immediately realized something and wanted to avoid it, but a beautiful young girl quickly got out of the car. She took the initiative to stop the ragged man who was helping me push the car, and then trotted in front of me.
When the microphone was handed over, I smelled a burst of neutral perfume. In front of me was a young female reporter. She spoke standard Mandarin and asked me, "Hello, sir. May I ask, is that Honda your car?"
I didn't have time to respond to her, so I continued to take a step forward.
The female reporter quickly walked in front of me with her high heels. She continued to hand over the microphone and smiled at me, "Hello, sir. I'm a reporter from the 'Society' section of the TV station. Can I have a few minutes of your time?"
I frowned and asked back, "What do you want?"
The female reporter said, "May I ask what happened to your car? Why did you let an uncle who collects trash help you push your car?
We followed you all the way here. I hope you can explain it to us. "
The female reporter glanced at the man who collected trash, her face full of sympathy.
I felt it was funny and angry at the same time. These reporters really knew how to make groundless accusations. How could an ordinary and helpless matter be worth their attention?
Thus, I impatiently said to the female reporter, "Can't you interview something valuable and meaningful?
The car ran out of gas, and he came to refuel it. What's so special about that? "I increased my volume and sighed with emotion at the wonders of this world.
Really, it had to be said that the reporters nowadays were very dedicated to their work. They were also very good at imagining things. A very ordinary thing, even the size of a sesame seed, could definitely be made into an earth-shattering legend under their pen.
I already knew about the fantasies of the reporters, so I wouldn't accept their interview.
However, this female reporter's dedication made me blush with shame. She had the spirit of looking for 'clues', so she found the man who helped me push my car, and started another round of interviews.
She was simply crazy!
It wasn't until I went up and almost used violence to drive this meddlesome female reporter away that she finally stopped.
However, I found that this frightened female reporter still parked her car a hundred meters away, and took out her camera to take pictures of something.
It was so boring!
If it wasn't because I was pressed for time, I would have gone up and educated this female reporter just like how General Secretary Jiang reprimanded the Hong Kong reporters.
Reporters interviewing was a good thing, but randomly writing, it was purely disrupting the harmony of society.
However, what made me feel even more helpless was still to come.
After getting rid of the boring reporter's harassment, I turned around and prepared to explain the situation to the gas station staff. But before I could open my mouth, the tanned female gas station staff, around sixteen or seventeen years old, interrupted me and asked me, "Is your car a joint venture or a pure import?"
I was stunned for a moment. I have never encountered such a situation. When I was refueling, the staff asked what kind of car it was.
What kind of rule was this?
Although I was a little impatient, I still patiently explained to the gas station staff, "This is an imported car, an imported Honda."
When I said this sentence, I felt a hot feeling on my face. I suddenly felt that driving a Japanese car was an insult to myself.
But I couldn't care so much now. In order to see the person I loved earlier, I had no choice but to humiliate myself.
The gas station staff looked at the Honda again and immediately said, "I'm sorry sir, we have a rule at the station. We can't refuel Japanese cars for a week.
If it was a joint venture, I could help you fight for it, but it's a pure import, so we can't refuel it. "
I was surprised as if I had discovered a new continent. I opened my eyes wide and asked the gas station staff, "Why is it like this?
How many cars can't refuel? "
The gas station staff said with conviction, "Our boss is now responding to the call for a 'boycott of Japanese goods'. This week, our whole station has mobilized to boycott Japanese goods. After some research, our boss has decided that we won't refuel Japanese cars for a week."
I couldn't help but pat my forehead and sigh in my heart.
To be exact, this was the first time I had heard of and encountered such a thing.
Although I was somewhat helpless in my heart, I still praised repeatedly, "Your boss is really patriotic!"