The man recognized Jiang Siming as one half of the couple who had just eaten at the restaurant, making it even harder for him to save face.
He had thought they were just being overly particular despite being poor, but the Mercedes-Benz G-Wagen slapped him hard in the face.
"Will two thousand yuan cover the damage to your car?" the man asked painfully.
Jiang Siming smiled and pointed at a 4S dealership that had just opened nearby. "I won't take advantage of you. Let's have a professional come take a look."
The man had no choice but to go inside and bring out a technician.
"Oh, dear! How did this Mercedes get scratched up like this? The whole thing has to be repainted, and it has to use factory paint. You're looking at at least a hundred thousand yuan."
"What? A hundred thousand for just two scratches?" The man's voice rose sharply.
"That's the lowest estimate. What did you expect for such a nice car?" the 4S technician said righteously in an honest, down-to-earth Chongqing accent.
The man's face turned ashen. Once again, he had to swallow his pride and smile apologetically at Jiang Siming. "Brother, this is all a misunderstanding. My child is only nine and doesn't know any better. You're a grown man—please don't haggle with a child over this."
Jiang Siming did not buy it at all. What he hated most was when children made mistakes and adults said, "Kids don't know any better. Don't hold it against them."
What he hated most were spoiled, indulged brats whose parents doted on them.
It wasn't that he lacked sympathy. He truly hated that kind of child. Anyone who felt the same could raise a hand.
In Jiang Siming's view, it was normal for children not to know any