"Good that it’s not the case, we don’t need relatives like this."

"Ugh, isn’t it possible to deal with such heartless companies?"

Starting from an ordinary citizen’s perspective, while angry, Pan Hui felt even more regret.

Is Zhang Zhongquan hateful?

Indeed, he is hateful.

But the most detestable thing is the real root of the problem, the origin of all this, Sha City’s so-called honorable enterprise, Green Land, with its numerous misconducts yet being untouchable.

Fang Weiguo fell silent.

Anger, swearing, cursing, what are the consequences? Green Land won’t hear it, nor will it be harmed in the slightest. They’ll continue their arrogance, and before long, a new project might be underway, not knowing how many unaware innocent people will be exploited.

"We can deal with them."

Fang Qing said. Her parents were even less aware of the court case, but she seemed completely unaffected by the defeat.

"You don’t plan to give up?"

Fang Weiguo asked.

"Jiang Chen said, regarding this matter, Green Land owes us an explanation."

The case was lost.

But it doesn’t mean there are no other avenues for safeguarding rights.

As a legal worker, Fang Qing naturally insists on resolving disputes through legal means as the first principle, but the current situation shows that path is blocked.

Legal workers must learn to adapt.

In that case, one can only choose other avenues.

She knows more and more people believe the law is unequal, unfair.

But she doesn’t think so.

Sometimes.

One must learn to think from a different perspective.

If the law doesn’t protect one’s legitimate rights, there’s no need to insult.

As soon as such a situation occurs, it also indicates the other party’s legitimate rights have lost protection as well.

In simple terms, it means.

"If the law can’t protect me, it certainly can’t protect you either."

And at this moment.

What was Mr. Jiang doing?

Waiting at a traffic light.

In front of the famous Sha City mall, Renxin City Gate, at the pedestrian crossing, even though the yellow light had one second left, he chose to stop the car steadily.

Abiding by traffic rules is everyone’s responsibility.

Rather wait three minutes than compete for one, this is being responsible for oneself and public safety.

Boss Jiang’s moral standards are undoubtedly impeccable, but his excellent legal compliance troubled the BMW driver behind.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!!!"

The man in the passenger seat grabbed the handle, his expression distorted, yelling sharply, truly at the top of his lungs.

Finally.

The white BMW came to a stop.

When completely still, the front of the car was still five meters from Boss Jiang’s rear bumper.

Yes.

A full five meters.

Equivalent to a parking space distance.

"Whew..."

The man in the BMW’s passenger seat exhaled deeply, as if exhausted, slumped in his seat.

The woman driving didn’t care, after parking, she defended herself confidently, "Why are you yelling, being closer means seeing more clearly, doesn’t it?"

Indeed, there are many strange female drivers, but they shouldn’t be generalized; most female drivers are normal. She’s confident that, although the car in front didn’t run the yellow light, it absolutely wouldn’t crash.

"I can see clearly, and I don’t need to be that close, I’m not nearsighted!"

The man in the passenger seat is likely her husband, and now he still appears to be in shock, weakly.

"Look at you!"

The woman knows what he’s afraid of, "Even if there’s a rear-end, so what, there’s insurance."

"Insurance?"

"Yeah, three million third-party coverage, bought for nothing?"

Though it’s not wise to argue with a woman, the man couldn’t help but vent his anger, deeply inhaling, then shouting.

"Damn you, wasteful woman! Do you think insurance makes everything foolproof?! Three million? Try crashing into it, and see if that damn three million will be enough for compensation!"

The woman’s expression changed, spittle spraying onto her face, she couldn’t help but look again at the "bizarre car" far ahead.

"What car is that?"

Driving a BMW 5 Series, in a third or fourth-tier city like Sha City, signifies elite status; otherwise, they wouldn’t buy three million third-party coverage, while many on the road opt for mandatory insurance only.

Precisely because of having certain wealth, hence this woman is nonchalant.

"Doesn’t look like a Ferrari."

"Ferrari, your sister!"

The man seems to be addicted to swearing, "You just know Ferrari!"

"Then tell me, what car is it?"

"I don’t recognize it!"

"You don’t recognize, and yet you rant?!"

"Though I don’t recognize it, I know it’s more badass than a Ferrari! I’ve already taught you, the stranger the car, the more damn expensive! Don’t get close to a weird-looking car on the road!"

Not just the bickering couple in the BMW.

The scene at this intersection was quite strange.

Pedestrians, drivers, all took out their phones to take photos, regardless of age or gender.

One.

Two.

Three.

...

Just two minutes of red light.

Like a market, women of all types stepped forward one after another, knocking on the car window, including high-cold elegant women, sexy housewives, and cute university students.

The brave embrace love first.

High heels don’t hinder running forward.

But regrettably.

The "bizarre car," whose very appearance suggested that the three million third-party coverage wouldn’t suffice, had a rather unapproachable owner.

The variety of women failed without exception, unable even to see the window lower.

Finally, the red light turned green.

The vehicles in other lanes seemed still unresponsive, all remained motionless.

Only the colorfully odd car roared like a beast.

The same-lane BMW 5 Series eased off the brakes, inching forward, the man in the passenger seat immediately shouted.

"Let him go first!!!"

Sweat dripping.

You can’t blame him for overreacting, insurance isn’t infallible. Some cars, once touched, mean ruinous losses.