America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 4 Big Collision

At 3:30 in the afternoon, Max went downstairs on time, got into the Cadillac, and drove home along the familiar road.

On the side of the road, in an old Toyota that had been through who knows how many times, Elena saw the Cadillac turn into the intersection, took out her cell phone and made a call, saying, "The idiot is on the road!"

After getting a response, she drove behind from a distance.

There weren't many cars on the road, so Max drove very fast. He received a call on the way: "Sweetheart, go pick up the kids. I'll make chocolate cookies for them in the evening."

Entering a narrow two-lane road, the Cadillac ran over a small rock and shook. Max subconsciously slowed down the car, turned the direction slightly, and went around the remaining pieces of gravel.

I don't know which bitch who gave birth to a son without an asshole threw some gravel on the road.

Max slowed down again and was suddenly attracted by something on the small intersection in front of him on the left.

It was a large teddy bear doll, holding a colorful flag in one hand that read "Various Teddy Bears on Sale This Weekend."

The two babies in the family love Teddy Bears the most, and Max also likes them very much and can't help but take a few more glances at them.

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On the other side of the small intersection, green shrubs grew vigorously. Harris bent over his bicycle, supported himself on one leg, stared at the teddy bear across the road, waiting for the signal.

Because he had rehearsed it several times before, his broken left arm was in severe pain, making his face look grim.

Harris endured the pain and calculated secretly: "The probability of success is as high as 60%. I can do it!"

Just then, the teddy bear puppet on the opposite side threw away the colorful flag.

Harris slammed the pedal of his bicycle and rushed out, squeezing out a sentence between his clenched teeth: "For money!"

When faced with the temptation of money, the poor burst out with unparalleled power.

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The mean bear at the intersection threw away the colorful flag with his left hand, suddenly clenched it into a fist, and placed it in front of his furry belly, then twisted his waist and straightened his hips, and twisted his waist and hips again, at an exaggerated frequency, as if he wanted to shoot down a plane in the sky.

It was the first time Max had seen such a mean teddy bear doll, and he almost burst out laughing.

A considerable part of his attention was attracted by the mean bear in front of him on the left.

Harris rushed out from behind the green belt in the front right.

Max saw the figure and subconsciously stepped on the brakes.

There was a crash, the car shook, and someone fell on the road.

Max's mind was dazed for a moment, then he came to his senses, cursed, unbuckled his seat belt, and quickly got out of the car to check the situation.

The car was not going very fast, so he felt it was not a big problem.

An old bicycle lay askew in front of the Cadillac, its rear wheel still turning, and the right front light cover of the Cadillac was cracked.

A young white man was lying on the road, screaming.

Harris didn't need to act, he really felt pain, excruciating pain, the pain made him scream at the top of his lungs.

Max quickly asked, "Are you okay?"

It hurt so much that Harris didn't want to answer. After Max asked again, he said palely: "Left hand, my left hand is broken!"

Max was frightened and was just considering whether to run away when he saw the mean bear coming towards him at the intersection.

There are witnesses.

Martin picked up the small camera on the bench by the roadside and ran over there. Just then, Elena drove over. He put the camera in the passenger seat and waved his hand. Elena glanced at Harris on the ground and immediately drove away to the place they had contacted in advance to make a copy.

Martin took off the teddy bear's big head, took out his cell phone, and asked loudly: "Mr. Max, do you need to call the police?"

Max found out it was Martin and looked as if he had seen a ghost.

Harris sat up with one hand and said, "Call 911, call an ambulance!"

Of course Martin wasn't going to call 911. He held the teddy bear's head in one hand and his phone in the other, like a good employee following his boss's orders, and whispered, "Mr. Max?"

Max absolutely couldn't let anyone call the police, and now he had calmed down.

A normal car accident is nothing serious, even if someone's arm is broken, it's no big deal.

But driving under the influence of drugs and causing serious injury to others is a felony and you may end up in jail.

"It's just a small matter. There's no need to occupy public resources." Max looked at Harris with a gentle attitude, as if he was determined to take responsibility to the end: "I am primarily responsible for this car accident. I'm very sorry. I will pay for your medical expenses, and I will also compensate you for lost work according to regulations."

He glanced at the bicycle with the handlebars twisted upside down: "If there are other losses, I will compensate for them."

Harris grimaced in pain and said through gritted teeth: "I am applying to colleges and preparing for the SAT exam. Now that my arm is broken, my chances of getting into my target university have dropped by 80%!"

The gentleness on Max's face slowly disappeared. He looked at the young man's attire and the worn-out bicycle, then stood up and said, "Okay, let's go through the normal procedures. You find a lawyer to sue my insurance company, and the insurance company will be responsible for your compensation."

As long as this poor guy has a normal brain, he will know what to do to benefit.

Martin raised his phone, pressed the number 9, and said, "Mr. Max, I'll call 911 for you."

"Stop! It's none of your business!" Max wanted to kick this idiot away. He squatted in front of Harris and said, "Kid, I am sincere in making peace with you. I am extremely sorry for what happened today, but sincerity is mutual. I will show you my sincerity, and you will show me yours, right?"

After discussing Max's psychological bottom line in advance, Harris raised three fingers and said, "I'm seriously injured and will be late for the exam. $3000! $3000 will compensate me for my loss."

The gentleness on Max's face disappeared: "1000 US dollars, the most I can give you is 1000 US dollars."

Harris looked at Martin and said, "Call 911 for me, thank you."

Two cars passed by. Max didn't want to meet the enthusiastic citizens, so he forced a smile and said, "I am a responsible person. $2000, no more."

Harris said, "Okay, $2000, you pay it immediately."

Max breathed a sigh of relief, went back to the car, took out the checkbook from his bag, and wrote out two checks for $1000.

Harris handled many checks in Scott's store, made sure there were no problems, and collected them.

Max opened the driver's door, ready to go home and make chocolate chip cookies for his two babies, and said to Martin who was blocking the way, "Can you move aside?"

Martin's hand suddenly reached out and closed the car door.

Max realized it later and reached out to pat Martin's teddy bear costume: "I have something to do today, I'll contact you later."

Martin smiled and said, "Mr. Max, I am actually a caring citizen who likes to help others. If I don't call 911 to seek help for the injured in this kind of situation, I will feel guilty and unable to sleep for several days."

Max was alert: "Boy, what do you want to do? I warn you, don't do anything rash!"

Martin didn't want to drag it out too long, so he said directly: "My new boss is worried that I won't work hard, so he specially got a small camera to watch me and film me, with the lens facing this intersection."

Max's face was gloomy and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, scanning every part of Martin's body.

Martin was worried that he had a gun: "The boss just passed by here and took the camera away. If necessary, I can call someone back."

(End of this chapter)