Liu Xiaoxuan argued fiercely with the Chaoge people for half the day. In the end, she grudgingly accepted five thousand yuan, looking thoroughly displeased.
She had every reason to be unhappy. Everyone cherished a newly bought car. Even driving it through a patch of dirty water would make you feel bad for a day or two. But after three to five years, a couple of scratches no longer mattered.
The Chaoge people understood how she felt and did not argue with her—anyone who had bought a new car understood that feeling.
Then came the matter of releasing those Chaoge people. Mou Miao shamelessly declared, "This has nothing to do with me. They attacked Boss Feng. Go talk to Boss Feng."
Liu Xiaoxuan could barely accept it. How had my honest, straightforward Brother Miao turned into this?
In truth, Mou Miao had been an honest man from beginning to end. But being honest did not mean he had no grievances. He knew he was softhearted and could not refuse certain requests, so he could only choose to be shameless—go ask someone else.
But how could they possibly contact Boss Feng so easily?
In the end, the Chaoge people got in touch with Red Sister. After haggling back and forth, they produced another five hundred thousand yuan before Red Sister agreed to release them.
Was five hundred thousand a lot? It really was not. But negotiating on behalf of the city government and still having to spend five hundred thousand to buy peace was rather humiliating.
Fortunately, money like that could be written off through practically any channel.
But that money was not enough to get the deputy general manager released—who would dare casually release someone who had snatched a patrol officer's service weapon?
Still, the Chaoge people did not care much.