Returning wealthy individuals develop their hometowns and become rich in the 1980s

"Flower Q!"

Agent Miller got out of the car angrily. The Chinese driver's deliberate cutting in had startled him. The car had swerved straight towards him from the side. Still shaken, he didn't bother to straighten his tie, which was askew from the sudden stop.

The Chinese driver, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, rolled down the passenger window halfway, slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and said in a thick Chinese accent, "Mr. Sori Sori, you were following too closely, that's why I didn't see you."

"Hua Q! Do you know who I am?" Miller pointed to his license plate and then to the ID on his chest.

"Oh, I didn't see him. It really is Sori," the driver flicked his ash onto the ground. "Are you going to give me a ticket, Detective?"

Miller angrily kicked the back door of the "Shining White" hard. The agent in the Ford behind also got out of the car, and kept reporting the situation on the walkie-talkie. His voice was obviously irritated. Miller stood there staring at the direction where the "Dilu" had gone, and his face gradually darkened.

"We must submit! We must submit!"

Just as Agent Miller and his team were about to deal with the Chinese driver who had deliberately cut them off, a Ford Vernon police car with flashing lights and siren blaring pulled up. Two American officers, one in yellow and one in white, got out and asked Agent Miller and his team, "What's going on, gentlemen?"

The Chinese-American driver in the car obediently gripped the steering wheel, exhaling his cigarette smoke out of the window. Chinese-American police officer Bieber walked over, leaned in, and asked, "What's wrong, buddy?"

"I wasn't paying attention and accidentally bumped into the detective behind me. He seemed very angry and kicked my right rear door. I'm a little scared now, officer," the Chinese driver said to Officer Bieber, who was also Chinese, trying not to laugh.

"Provide your driver's license and vehicle insurance," said Chinese-American police officer Bieber, who belongs to the NYPD's 5th Precinct, whose main jurisdiction is the Chinatown and Little Italy areas in Manhattan. He simply rolled his eyes at Ai Da, the Chinese-American driver in front of him who said he was a little scared.

This kid has been to their Fifth Precinct countless times, and he's still pretending to be a little white rabbit in front of me. Bieber quickly glanced at the driver's license and insurance policy and handed them back to him. He knew that Ai Da was a member of the Hongmen, so he didn't make things difficult for him. He straightened up and looked at his companion Bobby.

Bobby glanced at Agent Miller's Ford, noticing no scratches or damage, and asked, "Do you need me to call an ambulance?"

Agent Miller waved his hand and turned to get into the car, but Bobby didn't want to settle the matter so simply. Instead, he followed Miller and said, "Please show me your driver's license and vehicle insurance."

Agent Miller looked at the American police officer in front of him with some surprise. "Are you sure?"

"I'm quite sure, sir," Bobby replied firmly.

Miller knew that someone was deliberately trying to sabotage him. He didn't throw a tantrum, knowing that doing so would escalate the situation and he wouldn't gain anything. So he got into his car to get his insurance policy and driver's license.

Officer Bobby kept his hand on his holster the whole time, ready to draw his gun and retaliate if Miller made any rash moves. Bieber also stood at an angle not far from the front of Miller's car, crossing over with his companion, and habitually touched the front of the car.

Miller and the driver behind him both showed their driver's licenses and insurance policies. Officer Bobby dawdled before finally issuing a ticket to Ada for "unsafe lane changing," fining him $150 and deducting 2 points.

Miller was about to complain about it, but the Chinese-American officer Bieber took out handcuffs and said to Detective Miller, "Miller, I am now arresting you on charges of fourth-degree criminal damage and second-degree threatening. Under the Miranda Act, you have the right to remain silent, but anything you say can be used against you in court. Please cooperate."

"F!"

Miller cursed under his breath, but he didn't dare to fight back against Bieber. He had indeed been a bit irritable because of being cut off, and when he got out, he kicked the back door of Ai Da's "Night-Shining White". Ai Da was a seasoned veteran, and the first thing he said to Bieber was that Miller had kicked his back door and that he was very scared.

In America, kicking someone's car in road rage constitutes fourth-degree criminal damage if the repair cost exceeds $250, which carries a maximum sentence of one year in prison. If the repair cost exceeds $1500, it becomes third-degree criminal damage, a Class E felony, with a maximum sentence of four years in prison.

Ada's "Night-Shining White" America has a market price of $25,000. Miller's kick dented the entire rear door. Considering America's expensive labor costs, the repair cost is conservatively estimated to be over $250.

The nearest Snapdragon 4S store in the entire Chinatown is owned by members of the Hongmen. If you take him there for repairs and an estimate, you could easily put Miller in jail for 4 years. Add to that the act of kicking the door, and the fact that Ai Da kept saying he was scared and threatened, then add an A-level misdemeanor charge, and with each additional year, it would be at least five years.

Miller's colleague, Danson, quickly came over to help explain, "Officer, we are agents from the Fulbright Police Department, on official business."

Danson didn't directly ask Bieber to go easy on him, but the subtext was that he hoped Bieber would let the matter drop because they were federal agents.

"Sir, even if he was indeed on official business, that's not a legitimate reason for him to deliberately damage someone else's vehicle. After the vehicle stopped, the perpetrator didn't take any further action, so you should also stop your infringing behavior," Bieber said, tightening the handcuffs on Miller's wrists until Miller grimaced.

Seeing Miller being escorted into a police car by two American police officers, Danson muttered a curse under his breath and then took out his phone to call the department. Upon hearing the news, his superior angrily slammed his fist on the desk and berated Miller for being such a fool who had fallen for someone's trick so easily.

"Give them the phone, I'll talk to them," Danson did as he was told, handing the phone to Bieber. Bieber listened with a frown and immediately refused his boss's request, "There's nothing I can do, sir, he's already broken the law."

Ai Da stood there with a cigarette dangling from his lips and arms crossed, watching the whole thing unfold. When Miller was handcuffed and wheeled into the police car, he stood there obediently, waiting for Bieber to come and take his statement. His first words were, "I was terrified, officer. I was really afraid he'd pull out a gun and shoot me!"

"I feel like my life is in danger. Look at my pants, I'm about to pee my pants," Ai Da said, shaking his low-rise jeans.

"Okay, I got it!"