A Hilarious Goody-Goody

Not far from the Jiangnan University Town Affiliated Hospital, at a street corner...

Old Zhou was very upset today. He was driving to work when he made a phone call. As he turned at an intersection, a man suddenly sprinted towards his car at top speed.

Startled, Old Zhou quickly threw down the phone, his hands moving with lightning speed. He gripped the steering wheel, twisted it, and swiftly turned the car around, narrowly avoiding the speeding man. Old Zhou secretly breathed a sigh of relief—"Damn, that was close! Luckily, I'm a good driver, otherwise you young man would be in serious trouble today!"

But before Old Zhou's pounding heart could catch its breath, the man suddenly defied the Law of physics, falling backward, rolling three and a half times, clutching his leg in pain, and yelling, "Ouch! My leg! My leg is broken!"

The man's screams quickly attracted a crowd of onlookers who were unaware of what was happening.

The crowd was confused, unsure whether the car had hit the person or the person had hit the car, and there was much discussion about it.

Damn it! Young man, you didn't even hit my car, did you? Did you run into an invisible wall? I'm not a superpowered expert, I don't have that kind of invisible wall skill!

Is this what they call a staged accident scam?

But is it true that people who stage accidents for insurance fraud usually target luxury cars that look like they belong to a wealthy family? How could someone with a beat-up car like mine attract such a scam?

Old Zhou is unaware of this; business is tough these days, who cares what kind of car you drive?

Old Zhou looked distressed and sighed. There were no security cameras nearby, and his beat-up car didn't have a dashcam.

He felt his pockets and found only a row of various cards, a twenty-yuan bill, and two one-yuan coins.

Twenty-two yuan probably won't be enough to satisfy the man lying on the ground screaming in pain, right? His Oscar-worthy acting skills aren't even worth twenty yuan!

Song Shuhang was helping the short-haired girl to the intersection, intending to hail a taxi there.

The two of them happened to witness the entire car accident.

"Was this a man hitting a car?" the short-haired girl said calmly. From her angle, she could see that the car had already swerved to avoid it, but the man still crashed into it at high speed, then fell to the ground screaming.

"It wasn't a person hitting the car... it was that there was no collision at all." Song Shuhang's eyesight was now excellent, and from his angle he could clearly see that the man hadn't hit the car at all before he fell to the ground and started screaming.

"Oh, I know this is called staged accident." The short-haired girl glanced at Shuhang: "Are you going to go and be a witness?"

There's no reason why this busybody wouldn't step in and help, right?

"It's useless if we don't have enough witnesses, and we don't have any video recordings or surveillance cameras nearby." Song Shuhang shook his head. The man lying there screaming was undoubtedly a professional; the location he chose was perfect for staged an accident.

"So we're just going to leave it like this?" The short-haired girl thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up. "How about we go up and beat up that guy screaming on the ground?"

"No, please! Violence won't solve everything. It will only cause the driver more trouble!" Song Shuhang hurriedly advised, "Watch me! You wait here for a bit, I'll call you a taxi on the way... By the way, do you have any change on you?"

The short-haired girl's face stiffened, and she shook her head.

"Then I'll lend it to you first. Remember to pay me back if we meet again someday." Song Shuhang took out a fifty-yuan note from his pocket and stuffed it into the short-haired girl's hand. Anyway, he had recently made some ill-gotten gains, so he was still relatively well-off.

Before the short-haired girl could reply, Song Shuhang had already strode to the scene of the car accident and pushed his way through the crowd of onlookers.

"Make way, make way!" He was now muscular and quickly pushed his way through the crowd.

Then, he crouched down next to the man who was screaming in pain, stared at him for a while, and said, "Oh, looks like you've been hit pretty badly."

The man who had fallen to the ground and screamed glanced at Shuhang furtively, then screamed even more pitifully.

Song Shuhang coughed and said, "Driver, look how badly the person has been hit. Why don't you get out and pay a few tens of thousands of yuan to settle this?"

The man who had been screaming in agony was immediately relieved—he had been worried that this handsome young man was there to expose him, but unexpectedly, the young man had given him a brilliant assist. He was overjoyed and screamed even more happily.

Inside the car, Old Zhou felt the twenty-two yuan in his pocket and sighed silently. Holding the phone, he decided to call the police first.

"Driver, what are you waiting for? Get out of the car now," Song Shuhang said, while his hands were groping the man who was trying to stage an accident.

The man trying to stage an accident sensed something was off about this young man. His hands were constantly touching him; could he be gay? Was he trying to take advantage of him? Was he trying to grope him?

The man who was faking the accident immediately got goosebumps.

But... he's a man with the qualities of an actor, even though he's not a professional actor. At this moment, even if he's being taken advantage of, he has to grit his teeth and endure it.

The screams must keep going!

But soon, the man who was trying to stage an accident realized something was wrong.

The handsome young man reached into his pocket and took out his wallet.

That contains all his current belongings, almost two thousand silver dollars.

This money is to prevent myself from being hospitalized due to staged accidents—staging accidents is a very dangerous profession. If you encounter Road Killer or Lady Driver, you could be run over and seriously injured, requiring hospitalization. And what if the Lady Driver doesn't have cash on her, or if she's Road Killer with bad character, she might simply run away?

Many hospitals these days only care about money, not the person. What if you don't have any cash on you?

After all that rambling, what I'm trying to say is that he has money in his wallet!

The handsome young man pulled out his wallet, which was bulging, and looked quite satisfied. Then, he gave him a warm smile. And then... the young man got up, took off running, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The man who was trying to scam someone realized he'd been robbed in his moment of distress. "Fuck you, you bastard!"

The man who was faking the accident rolled off the ground, nimbly got up, and chased after him with lightning speed, relentlessly shouting, "Stop! You bastard, stop right there! Don't run! You son of a bitch!"

That beat-up car that staged the accident might only fetch a few hundred yuan at most. But I have nearly two thousand yuan in my wallet. I can't let a small mistake lead to a bigger loss!

The onlookers, initially unaware of the situation, saw the man who had just been lying on the ground screaming in pain now chasing after the young man with lightning speed and agility. This guy's leg didn't look broken at all! He was definitely faking an accident!

Old Zhou secretly breathed a sigh of relief in the car, his hand loosening its grip on the twenty-two yuan note. Recalling the handsome young man in his mind, Old Zhou sighed, "These days, there are still more good people than bad."

After sighing, he started his beat-up car and drove off.

On the other side, after watching the whole thing, the short-haired girl couldn't help but laugh out loud on her tense face.

With great interest, Song Shuhang led the man who was trying to stage an accident for 1,800 meters, until the man was out of breath, pale, and vomiting while leaning against the wall. Then, he accelerated and left the man in the dust.

He even had time to hail a taxi halfway through the journey, asking the driver to pick up the short-haired girl at the intersection. The driver happily went to get her...

The man who had staged the accident watched Song Shuhang's departing figure in despair, feeling extremely frustrated. "If you can run so fast, why did you have to drag me along for so long? Why didn't you just shake me off sooner?"

A taxi stopped in front of the short-haired girl. "Young lady, was the person that young man asked me to pick up earlier you?"

"Yes, it's me." The short-haired girl clutched fifty yuan and got into a taxi.

Yeah, a really funny pushover.