Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System-Chapter 706 - 662: The Fat Man’s Plea
"Oh my God! Are you serious? Someone actually offered a billion to buy this car?!"
"Hiss~ A car worth a billion! Doesn't that mean even a screw on it would be priced in thousands?"
"That's it, this fat guy is probably going to be financially ruined~"
Actually, what was said earlier wasn't wrong. Forget a billion, even hundreds of billions, there might really be some rich guys willing to spend money to buy this car, provided Lin Yi is willing to sell it.
Just like that guy said before, being able to drive this Nuclear Golden Dragon is absolutely a symbol of status.
In front of this Nuclear Golden Dragon, what is a Rolls-Royce? In comparison, it doesn't even count as a younger sibling; it's more like a great-grandchild.
Yet, the chatter around continued without ceasing:
"This fat guy, he's probably going to be financially ruined this time.
Looking at the extent of the damage on this Nuclear Golden Dragon, the taillight at the back must be shattered.
Then, the rear bumper has a big chunk of paint scraped off. Suppose we don't calculate it according to the billion-dollar car price; if we only go by the current market price set by the Nuclear Golden Dragon Corporation, then the total value of this car exceeds tens of millions.
Calculated this way, the damage this time must be at least in the high six figures!"
"Oh my God, high six figures, that's gotta be hundreds of thousands, right? This fat guy's Mercedes A180 wouldn't even cost him 200,000 all in, right? Even selling the Mercedes wouldn't be enough to repair this Nuclear Golden Dragon."
The chatter here wasn't small; you could say it was quite loud, which made it clear to everyone present.
But when the fat guy heard these words, his face instantly turned pale, looking unbelievingly at the domestic car he rear-ended.
The two policemen were also shocked; they knew the car's value was definitely not cheap and knew it was a status symbol, but they couldn't possibly have imagined that someone would offer nearly a billion for such a car.
If that's really the case, then the car's damage is simply incalculable.
How to put it, if the car is really valued at a billion, then losing such a big chunk of paint and shattering a taillight.
Even without considering its depreciation, just the repair costs alone might top millions!
And that's not even the main issue; the main point is that the cause and effect of this incident clearly falls entirely on the Mercedes owner.
That means if millions in repair fees are incurred, it would all have to be borne by this waiting fat guy.
Thinking of this, the policeman involuntarily glanced at the liability statement in his hand.
Which is the paper where earlier both parties initially reached an agreement for mediation and the fat guy and Lin Yi signed.
On there, it's clearly written: the follow-up repair costs of Lin Yi's car will be evaluated by a professional assessment agency, and then fully handled by the fat guy.
It should be noted that none of them thought the car would be so high-priced at the start.
In the fat guy's mind, even if the other party got an agency familiar with Lin Yi to assess it, the repair costs would top maybe around thirty or forty thousand.
Compared to the 200,000 he's supposed to pay the other party, taking out thirty or forty thousand is basically nothing.
Yet no one could have thought the situation would take such a dramatic turn.
The supposedly worthless domestic car in front of him turned out to be an extremely luxurious car.
This was something the fat guy simply couldn't accept.
The fat guy swallowed hard, then looked at the two police officers with eyes searching for answers and said with a trembling voice:
"Comrades, the car, it can't be, really expensive, right?"
After asking this question, the fat guy stared at the two as if awaiting judgment, fearful they'd confirm the car is indeed expensive.
After hearing his question, the pair exchanged looks and, under his tense watch, slowly shook their heads.
The fat guy, whose heart had been in his throat, breathed a long sigh of relief when he saw them shaking their heads, and he just plopped straight onto the ground.
On one hand, his lower back was still aching; on the other hand, seeing them deny his question allowed him to exhale in relief, as long as the car isn't very expensive.
But just as he sighed, their voices simultaneously reached his ears:
"We don't know the exact value of this car, but one thing we can tell you for sure, its price is unmatched by ordinary vehicles. Put it this way, you might as well think it's more expensive than a Rolls-Royce."
Buzz, upon hearing their words, the fat guy's head instantly buzzed, his vision blurred, and he felt a heaviness in his chest nearly causing him to vomit blood.
Not only that, seeing his reaction, the two didn't stop there but continued:
"So, the car's damage value, we really can't judge for you, you'll have to wait until it returns to the factory for a quote.
We've already taken an initial look; the damage at the back is quite severe, estimating the repair costs might certainly exceed three million.
So, at this moment, you should first call your insurance company to get them here for an inspection since they'll handle the future compensation.
And one more thing, we advise you, if your third-party insurance isn't above 2 million, then you should start calling around for money now."
At this moment, the fat guy's mind kept echoing the words: "Finished, finished.."
Until later when they called him, snapping him out of his thoughts back to reality.
The fat guy, now aware, didn't care what they were saying anymore and rushed towards Lin Yi, half-crawling, half-running, planning to grab Lin Yi's trouser hem to plead for mercy. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
However, seeing him coming towards him, Lin Yi quickly opened his hands and swiftly dodged aside, avoiding the fat guy's grasp.
"Comrades, you see that, don't you? At this point, he even tries to assault me, this is evidence.
Regarding the repairs and compensation matters, we've already settled those, so let's not handle it anymore. I'll send the car back to the factory for assessment, and I'll notify him about the exact repair costs later."
[To be continued...]
