The Secret to Picking Up Girls

Zhang Yuze heard this but didn't take it to heart. Forty thousand might be an astronomical figure to others, but to him, it was just a drizzle. Although Zhang Yuze had money, he wasn't planning on paying this sum. Instead, he picked up his phone and dialed a number.

"Hello! Is this 110? I suspect there's attempted murder here, and I hope you can send someone to handle it," Zhang Yuze said, and then hung up.

The two Japanese men, upon hearing that Zhang Yuze had called the police, suddenly burst out laughing. One of them said disdainfully to Zhang Yuze, "We are foreign investors. Do you think your laws here will work on us?"

Zhang Yuze frowned. He knew that in this era where GDP growth was the primary task, as long as things weren't too excessive, the local government would heavily favor foreign investment in terms of policy. If it were a normal matter, there would really be no way to deal with them. However, Zhang Yuze coldly said to the little Japanese man, "Do you think that having a little money means you can do whatever you want here? I'm telling you, that's impossible."

As he spoke, Zhang Yuze, as if to vent, picked up a wooden stick from the ground and started smashing the car fiercely.

The girls of Class 2, including the counselor Wang Yali, stared dumbfounded at Zhang Yuze's frenzied actions. They hadn't expected Zhang Yuze to be so terrifying when he went crazy. However, no one came forward to stop him.

Jiang Le, the alcohol in her system mostly sobered up by now, also watched Zhang Yuze's madness in a daze, a strange glint flashing in her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.

"You! ...You stop! I won't let you off," the Japanese man said, trembling all over, pointing at Zhang Yuze. Anyone would feel bad seeing their beloved car smashed to pieces!

However, Zhang Yuze turned a deaf ear, still doing as he pleased. In less than ten minutes, a brand-new, luxurious Honda Accord became a pile of scrap metal.

Looking at the masterpiece he had just completed, Zhang Yuze seemed very satisfied. He threw away the wooden stick in his hand, clapped his hands, and smiled at the two dumbfounded Japanese men, "Alright, I think this kind of car is more suitable for you two beasts to ride in. How is it? Isn't my modification great? And it's free of charge." Zhang Yuze smiled as he looked at the two Japanese men.

"Hmph! Hmph! Smash, smash it well, but you'll have to pay for all of this. Let's see how long you can be smug. I believe your Chinese laws will give me justice," the slightly taller Japanese man said, sneering coldly at Zhang Yuze.

"Is that so? But don't forget, this is Chinese territory, and we won't tolerate you acting arrogantly here," Zhang Yuze said, narrowing his eyes and smiling slyly at the Japanese man.

"Is that so! Then we'll just have to wait and see," the Japanese man said, his face slightly changing upon seeing that Zhang Yuze was still so unyielding.

Soon, the 110 police officers arrived, along with the local police station.