"I remember! I remember! His name was Feng Xun! Feng Xun-"
Five years ago, Pei Zhi had indulged in every kind of debauchery-drinking, whoring, gambling-and lived without a care in the world. Whenever he ran out of money, he took out loans and listed Pei Yang's number as his contact. Pei Yang, who was still in college, was bombarded with debt collection calls every day.
He secretly changed his SIM card and enjoyed a brief stretch of peace. The next time he heard anything about Pei Zhi, it was because Pei Zhi had been arrested and the police had notified his family.
On the night of the incident, Pei Zhi had been drinking on a bridge with a few of his disreputable friends. When they were thoroughly drunk, one of them started boasting about a past accident scam. He insisted that all he'd suffered was a minor fracture and a month or so in the hospital, and he'd received a hundred thousand in compensation alone, not counting hospitalization, nutritional supplements, or nursing care.
The others grew eager at his words. They had all been drinking, and with alcohol already ruling their minds, their bodies began slipping out of their control too.
At the time, Pei Zhi owed tens of thousands in loans because of his gambling. With that money, he could escape the misery of repaying them. As for getting hit by a car, at worst he'd suffer a little and spend a few months in the hospital, with food, drink, and someone to wait on him. That would be better than living rough.
As luck would have it, Feng Xun, returning from a business trip, received a call from the hospital. On his way there, he passed over that bridge in a modified Rolls-Royce, its gleaming emblem enough to