Nowadays experiencing it firsthand instead of relying on memory feels quite novel.
But barely two minutes had passed before Boss Li came over with five hulking fellows from the direction of the factory.
They spotted Zhang Feng.
He immediately asked, "Old Zhang, what happened to your car? Are you alright?"
Saying this, he looked Zhang Feng up and down.
The five burly men were also scrutinizing while asking questions.
"Brother Zhang, what did you bump into last night?"
"Uncle, zoning out? Did something really happen?"
"I have some leftover paint from the wall; do you need it?"
"Don't listen to him, Brother Zhang; that paint isn't for cars, how can it be used on a car?"
"By the way, brother, are you repairing your car today? If so, I'll grab a jack first. We can prop the car up, and when we take it to the repair shop, they'll just need to paint it."
Each of them was offering suggestions or inquiries.
