9. The fate of a BMW car

Feng Junzi looked up and said, "Lao Song, there's no need for you to lament. Weren't you talking about cultural servitude yesterday? This is also a part of cultural invasion. A few days ago, I saw a foreign commentary that mentioned how wealthy people in China prefer to take their children to eat Western junk food, and that is exactly what it refers to."

Feng Junzi and Professor Song were both taken aback, not because of the methods used by the child's father, but rather due to the background of this individual. It turned out that he was Zhao Dongshan, a collaborator of Zhou Song. Feng Junzi finally understood why Zhou Song said that this person was someone he could not afford to provoke

The gentleman replied: "Even with my eyes closed, I can imagine that these two slaps were certainly not given for nothing. Five hundred thousand for a slap is definitely a bit expensive; eight hundred thousand is more reasonable. I think this car was a waste. But it doesn't matter; that guy who hit me is not a good person either, he deserves it!"

While the two of them were talking, the little boy casually threw something. This object appeared to be a cheap plastic toy, likely a giveaway for children when purchasing a McDonald's meal. The toy arced through the air and struck a BMW parked by the roadside, producing a faint sound. Immediately afterward, the sharp sound of the car's alarm went off, startling both Feng Junzi and Lao Song. The toy arced through the air and struck a BMW parked by the roadside, producing a faint sound. Immediately afterward, the sharp sound of the car's alarm went off, startling both Feng Junzi and Lao Song

Everyone thought that the child's father would confront this person, and they were all waiting to see the spectacle. However, the child's father's reaction was unexpected for everyone; he stood there and gave a slight bow: "The child is not sensible and has damaged your car. I sincerely apologize. As an adult, I take responsibility, and we will compensate you."

The night has deepened, and the group brought by the child's father has seemingly vanished. The man who was hitting others also appears to be gone. In the distance, the sounds of police sirens and the laughter of diners can be heard, and only now does the 110 patrol car arrive leisurely. Feng Junzi is contemplating Professor Song's remarks about humans and demons, and cannot help but think of Zhou Song, only managing a bitter smile.

"Alright, please follow me," said the child's father, as he unceremoniously pulled the other person towards his car, casually opening the trunk. In a commanding tone, he said, "The money in here is sufficient; you can take one million six hundred thousand yourself."

In a short while, the car was smashed, and the diners at the roadside stall all kept their distance. Only the curious outsiders, Feng Junzi and Professor Song, remained seated nearby. At this moment, the child's father solemnly said to the man: "The matter regarding the car has been resolved; there is nothing unfair, is there?"

The man, still arrogant despite being hit, said: "Of course, this is a BMW. Even if you sell your grandson, you won't be able to afford it. Next time, remember to keep your eyes open." After saying this, he ignored the grandfather and grandson and walked straight back to the food stall to continue eating

Such a large food stall may be the most traditional and characteristic folk snack in the south, and it is most appropriate to bring Professor Song, a folk customs expert, here for dinner. This street is not entirely composed of traditional snacks; just across the road from where Feng Junzi and the others are seated, there is a McDonald's. The glaring glass windows seem somewhat out of place, but it appears that no one notices this, except for Professor Song. Professor Song finds the presence of this McDonald's in this location somewhat displeasing.

The man who hit seemed somewhat surprised and could only say, "Forget it, I won't hold it against you, no need for compensation." However, the child's father seemed unwilling to agree and continued, "No, it must be compensated. How much did you buy this car for?"

Feng Junzi could no longer tolerate the situation and stood up to go over and reason with them. He thought to himself that although the little boy was in the wrong, it was unacceptable to hit someone else's child without saying a word; that person was too arrogant. At this moment, someone had already surrounded the man, and just as Feng Junzi was about to walk over, he was stopped by Old Song. Feng Junzi asked in confusion, "Old Song, why are you stopping me?"

Professor Song frowned and said to Feng Junzi: "Today's children are truly out of line; it's all due to being only children. They behave like this when they are young, and when they grow up, they don't understand the rules. The adults don't manage them either." Feng Junzi then remarked: "It's interesting; someone drove a BMW to eat at a roadside stall, and I wonder if they even noticed when their car was bumped. Fortunately, nothing serious happened."

The man did not know what to say, only nodding and saying, "It is like this."

Upon seeing the father of the child wave his hand, he said to the group of people around him: "Go smash that BMW of his!" Immediately, about ten individuals took fire axes from their vehicles and walked over, striking the BMW with a series of sharp blows. Their technique was remarkably skilled, and in an instant, the BMW seemed to have transformed into a pile of scrap metal. The man's face had turned pale, and his legs were trembling, yet he did not dare to utter a single word.

Indeed, after the child’s father finished speaking, he walked straight over here and loudly asked: "Who just hit my son? Can anyone step forward and say a few words"

Less than ten minutes later, a sudden noise came from the distance, as if a convoy was approaching, consisting of about seven or eight vehicles. Notably, all these cars were uniformly BMWs. The convoy arrived nearby and parked sequentially by the roadside, but only one middle-aged man got out of the car. After getting out, he walked up to the grandfather and grandson, seemingly asking something, and gently comforted the little boy by patting his head, appearing to be the boy's father.

The man was about to refuse when suddenly a group of people got out of other cars and surrounded him. He was at a loss for what to do, so he had no choice but to honestly accept 1,600,000 in cash. The child's father took a large woven bag from the car, packed the money into it, and handed it to him.

The Wind Gentleman looked increasingly puzzled and quietly asked Professor Song, "Is there really such a person in the world?" Professor Song replied, "The climax is yet to come, so pay close attention."

While they were speaking, a man walked out of the large food stall next door, heading straight towards the grandfather and grandson. It appeared that he was the owner of the BMW. What happened next astonished everyone; the man approached the child without saying a word and, raising his hand, slapped the child twice, causing the little boy to cry out loudly.

Professor Song then asked Feng Junzi: "Do you believe in demons? Demons are not necessarily ghosts or monsters; they can also be people. Individuals like Zhao Dongshan are the kinds of demonic people that are best not to provoke."

The man's hesitant response: "Anyway, you've already paid, so go ahead and smash it if you want."

The Wind Gentleman whispered to Professor Song: "The subject has arrived, and it seems they are not easy to deal with"

After the man received the money, the child's father spoke again, his tone very serious: "Now this BMW is fully compensated, right? No matter what damages there are, you have no objections?"

The man who hit someone appeared somewhat bewildered when questioned, and could only respond: "One hundred sixty thousand is enough"

Old Song pointed to the old lady in the crowd and said, "It seems that she does not appreciate others meddling in her affairs"

Strangely, the old lady showed no signs of anger. With one hand holding her little grandson, she stood in place while using the other hand to take out her phone and make a call. Feng Junzi and Old Song, seeing this, both felt that something might happen next, so they sat there waiting to see.

The child's father coldly continued, "Since the matter of my son hitting your car has been resolved, we should now address the issue of you hitting my son. Allow me to introduce myself; my name is Zhao Dongshan, and you struck my only son. My son is worth much more than your broken-down car. How about this: one slap is five million, two slaps is ten million. Let's get in the car and calculate slowly."

It was early winter in 2002, and the northern region had just experienced its first snowfall. However, the climate in Gwangju, a southern city, remained very warm. Street vendors were still setting up tables and chairs along the sidewalks, and this street was famous for its large-scale food stalls. Feng Junzi and Professor Song were sitting by the street, savoring the local delicacies of the south while sipping hot yellow wine

The man who had just hit someone came out at this moment. He seemed to be somewhat cautious, unlike his previous arrogance, but his tone remained very domineering: "Your son scratched my BMW. I don't need him to compensate; I just slapped him twice, and that should settle it."

Professor Song said to Feng Junzi: "So he is Zhao Dongshan. Zhou Song should not have provoked such a person. Just look at how this person ultimately resolves this matter"

The child's father then asked, "I don't care about that; I just want to know how much it would cost to buy an identical new car now"

Professor Song was eating while thinking when two people walked out of McDonald's, an elderly lady leading a seven or eight-year-old boy, seemingly a grandparent and grandchild. Professor Song pointed at the old lady and the young boy and said to Feng Junzi: "It is astonishing that the next generation in China actually enjoys eating this kind of Western junk food, and even more frightening is that their parents surprisingly consider it a fashion."

The man who had hit someone perked up immediately upon hearing the question, and in a boastful tone said: "Two hundred thousand, including the paperwork"

I saw that the old lady stopped the crowd coming to help and coldly said, "You don't need to concern yourselves with my matters." Then she turned to the man who had hit her and asked, "Is your car really that good?"