Xiao Yu shook his head indifferently. Of course he did not care. He was not the one getting married or running into trouble. The man could listen or not.
Besides, when all was said and done, it was only a matter of losing some money.
It was no big deal.
"In a few seconds, a large crowd will stop your convoy and demand red envelopes. You'll have to pay a hundred thousand before they let you through, but you don't have that much cash in your cars, so you'll be stuck in a standoff..."
No sooner had Xiao Yu finished than Yu Zhongjun saw a huge crowd suddenly pour down the hillside beside the road, like a band of ambushing bandits.
There were men and women, young and old, but young and middle-aged men made up the overwhelming majority.
With so many people blocking the way, the driver obviously could not just run them down. He had no choice but to brake.
That step on the brakes spelled trouble. The convoy was now stuck on the mountain road, unable to go up or down. Even if they steeled themselves to run people over now, they could not. With dozens, even a hundred people blocking and pushing against the cars, they could not even get moving.
At this point, the outcome was already sealed.
Whether Xiao Yu spoke or explained anything no longer mattered. Neither did whether Yu Zhongjun heeded his advice.
But Xiao Yu kept talking. After all, he could not wait around all night for the situation to develop into a standoff.
Once he finished explaining everything to the viewers, he could disconnect and tell the next person's fortune.
"...Since this is a mountain road, with so many people blocking you, you can neither turn around nor drive on.