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Chapter 1403 - 951 Easy as pie

Chapter 1403: 951 Easy as pie

"Someone as ordinary as me

never likes to pretend to be profound.

How come I sometimes get lost in thought

when I hear an old song..."

Song Chaoge was gripping the steering wheel with one hand while music played in the car. His other hand unconsciously adjusted his nose bridge, only to realize he wasn’t wearing those old-fashioned, black-framed glasses.

He was driving a Hongqi.

Hongqi H5.

Not to mention in the Capital City, even in third or fourth-tier cities, this kind of B-class car wouldn’t attract any attention.

It wasn’t rush hour yet.

Still a quarter to four.

For regular workers, there were still one or two hours to go before getting off work. For those following the 996 schedule, relief seemed even more distant. But never doubt the bustling nature of Capital City.

In a city where even license plates require a lottery, the streets are always teeming with cars, no matter the time.

Just like all the other drivers on the road, Song Chaoge was driving the Hongqi H5 in a very orderly manner, adhering to his lane obediently, not speeding, not overtaking, and easing up on the gas following the car ahead.

"Beep beep..."

The horn sounded.

At the intersection.

On the right side.

A black Audi A6 honked its horn, and the driver lowered the window, gesturing to the straight-moving Hongqi H5.

The gesture was quite precise and standard.

The meaning was obvious, signaling the Hongqi H5 to slow down and give way, requesting to cut in.

Yet, whether it was because the Hongqi’s sound insulation was too good, or because Song Chaoge got lost in the music, he seemed not to hear the Audi A6’s horn warning nor see the driver’s window-lowered gesture.

The Hongqi H5 didn’t slow down.

Thus.

"Bang."

The two cars inevitably collided intimately.

Song Chaoge seemed to finally regain his senses, stepped on the brake, and stopped.

Both cars were not moving fast, so the collision was mild, and the issue wasn’t severe.

He looked at the collision situation calmly, "Let’s pull over first, we don’t want to hold up traffic."

Driving in the Capital City means familiarity with the law. From the collision scene, with the Audi’s front hitting the Hongqi’s side, the responsible party was clear, but after getting out to assess the situation, the Audi driver, deemed "culpable," frowned instead.

He ignored Song Chaoge’s reasonable request and raised his head, "Young comrade, you drove too fast."

Song Chaoge was slightly stunned, then looked the other person up and down.

Dark formal wear.

Black leather shoes.

In his thirties.

And the Audi’s role in Shenzhou was always as an official vehicle.

Adding to that mystical "young comrade."

A strong official vibe indeed.

It’s said that in Capital City, a brick dropped anywhere could hit a department head, so encountering a leader under the Imperial City is not something too surprising.

But there’s one crucial point.

Leaders typically don’t drive themselves.

Song Chaoge glanced back at the Audi, which seemed empty inside.

"I should be driving normally."

Song Chaoge stated calmly and objectively, defending his rightful interests.

But such an attitude undoubtedly made the likely-driver middle-aged man more dissatisfied.

A seventh-grade official in front of the prime minister’s door.

Even a driver for the leader is not someone ordinary people can challenge.

"Young comrade, driving fast isn’t a big deal, but if your life path rushes, that’s a problem."

His brows furrowed tighter, ignoring his own violation, giving Song Chaoge a light admonishment.

Song Chaoge kept his polite smile, no longer arguing with him, took out his phone, and reported to the traffic police.

The Audi driver frowned, watching him call the traffic police, then looking at his Hongqi.

"Which agency are you from?"

After calling the traffic police, Song Chaoge was asked.

Song Chaoge put down his phone, yet before he could speak, "Beep beep beep..."

The urging sound of the horn arose.

The two closely stuck cars indubitably affected the traffic.

Song Chaoge got back in the car, moved it to the roadside, quite law-abiding, and no different from the honest, hard-working public.

"A minor issue, once the traffic police arrive we can leave immediately."

After moving the car, he came out again and spoke politely.

"You’re working in a government agency, aren’t you? Which department?"

The Audi driver asked.

Cars aren’t just a means of transportation.

They sometimes embody identity traits. Like the Audi, Hongqi cars in Shenzhou have distinct qualities, with the skill of serving leaders; there’s a certain level of observational acuity that exceeds the average person. The reaction series of this Hongqi owner since the accident was quite like a young, diligent, and rule-abiding employee.

"Which unit are you at?"

Song Chaoge counter-asked.

The Audi driver finally showed his first smile after getting out of the car, glanced at Song Chaoge, not bothering with any more words.

A young person is still a young person.

Without a bit of discernment.

Struggling in the Capital City, don’t you understand the most important thing about a car is not the badge, but the plate?

It seemed the gap was too wide, and the Audi driver didn’t pay any more attention to Song Chaoge.

Song Chaoge didn’t continue trying to converse, looked at the watch on his wrist.

He seemed also in a rush.

In the heart of the Capital, traffic police arrive quickly, seeing the Audi A6, glancing at the Beijing A-prefix plate, suddenly feeling a jolt inside, immediately turned serious and tense.

"A minor accident, I was driving straight, he merged from the right and brushed against me."

Song Chaoge clarified the situation clearly and succinctly.

The traffic officer nodded, unclear whether he heard it, then walked swiftly to the Audi driver and asked with concern.

Harmony between police and populace.

"Car to be impounded, follow me for a while."