"What the hell? You even made a call to stop the traffic police? Wow, what a show! Why don't you just say you control the entire traffic system of Jiangzhou?"

The Porsche Macan owner burst into laughter, clearly provoked.

"Cut the nonsense. People like you? I've seen plenty of your type. Here's the deal-either call your insurance company or pay me 70,000 yuan on the spot. Don't waste my time anymore. Otherwise, I'll have your junk Honda towed away. And at that point, don't even think about compensation!"

"Well, since you've already waited so long, what's a little longer, right? Relax, I promise I'll make sure you're satisfied," Zhang Jingshan said with a cold smile, pulling out his phone and dialing a number.

"Hello, Uncle Shi? It's Jingshan. Listen, could you ask your unit if they're handling a rear-end collision under Liberation Bridge? If so, just have them stand down. No need to waste resources. This accident was caused by my sister-in-law, and I've arrived at the scene. I'll settle it privately. No need to go through official channels."

"Yes, yes. Thank you, Uncle Shi. I owe you a meal sometime!"

After briefly explaining the situation, Zhang Jingshan hung up with a grin.

But his actions only earned more mockery and disdain from the Porsche owner. Zhang Jingshan, however, didn't care about the posturing anymore. He focused on the private settlement.

"Private settlement? Fine, pay me 70,000 yuan! Otherwise, stop babbling like an idiot!"

"70,000? For a bumper scratch? And you're asking for 70,000?" Zhang Jingshan said playfully.

"A bumper scratch? Are you blind? Look at my trunk! It's totally caved in! Replacing all this will cost money. 70,000 is reasonable. If I were heartless, I'd have asked for 100,000! You should be thanking me!" the male driver snapped, his words laced with profanity.

"Oh, should I just buy you a new car instead?" Zhang Jingshan replied.

"You? With your broke-looking faces? Do you even know how much this car costs? A Porsche Macan, fully loaded, cost me 780,000 yuan! I'm warning you, stop wasting my time. If you want a private settlement, pay 70,000 yuan-every penny-or I'll have your junk car smashed to match the damages. Then we'll call it even!"

The middle-aged woman beside the driver, fierce and impatient, chimed in loudly.

But Zhang Jingshan froze for a moment.

"Poor-looking?"

He thought about the 400 million they had just squeezed from Henda Group, plus the 200 million they'd earned from Wuji Group earlier. And this guy had the nerve to call them poor?

And calling his face "donkey-like"? Sure, his face was a bit long, but in his eyes, it was more like a Takeshi Kaneshiro-level masterpiece. Donkey face? Really?

Zhang Jingshan couldn't help but laugh. Nobody had ever insulted him like this-not even his longtime adversaries, Li Mu and Feng Liang.

But he didn't bother arguing about it. Instead, he suppressed his emotions and said, "Smash the car? Sure, let's settle it that way. Wait a moment while I make a call to get the money."

He picked up his phone again, this time calling Zhao Jiwei.

"Busy, huh? Took you long enough to pick up!" Zhang Jingshan said.

"Yeah, the Macan and Cayenne models have been selling like hotcakes lately. A new batch just arrived with mid-range configurations. I was checking them out. What's up?" Zhao Jiwei replied.

"My sister-in-law had a little rear-end accident under Liberation Bridge. The guy in the Macan slammed on the brakes out of nowhere. She and Yuyou got scared, and now this jerk is being unreasonable, demanding 70,000 yuan. I sent Ye Ge home with them, and I stayed behind to deal with these idiots. They said if I don't pay up, they'll smash her car."

Before he could finish, the Porsche owner exploded.

"Who the hell are you calling an idiot?"

"Don't touch him!" the woman snapped, holding back her furious husband. "He's baiting you. If you hit him, he'll take advantage of it. The internet is full of anti-rich trolls. Don't make trouble for yourself!"

Zhang Jingshan glanced at them dismissively and continued on the phone, "Here's the plan. Bring 1 million yuan in cash and a new car. Let's show these clowns how to play."

On the other end, Zhao Jiwei, having overheard the commotion, responded darkly, "Got it. I'm on my way."

Hanging up, Zhang Jingshan smirked at the couple. "Hang tight; the money's on its way!"

Then, without warning, he walked over to the Porsche Macan and delivered a fierce kick to its door.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Seeing his precious car's door dented, the male driver was livid. He rushed over and grabbed Zhang Jingshan by the collar.

"You wanted money, didn't you? Fine, I'll cover the damages too. Calculate it all-bumper, door, whatever. I'll settle everything at once," Zhang Jingshan said, kicking the car again.

As the driver trembled with rage, Zhang Jingshan chuckled. "I advise you to let go. Otherwise, don't blame me for taking full advantage of this."

"You want to play rough? Fine! You think I don't know people in Jiangzhou? You asked for it!"

The furious driver released Zhang Jingshan and began making calls.

Meanwhile, Zhang Jingshan nonchalantly adjusted his collar, muttering, "First time someone's grabbed my collar. Damn humiliating."

Then he added, "Screw you!" and kicked the car again.

After a few more kicks, the car door was practically unrecognizable.

At the Porsche dealership, Zhao Jiwei loaded 1 million yuan in cash and ordered the newly arrived batch of Macans-all mid-range models-to follow behind his Porsche 911.

Leading the convoy with his Porsche 911, Zhang Jingshan was now the center of attention on the road.

But Zhang Jingshan didn't care. Even if the traffic cops showed up, he had more pressing matters. Flooring the gas, he sped toward Liberation Bridge.