Fast-forward to the era of cannon fodder

Chapter 1207 The Male Protagonist's White Moonlight 38
Zheng Nanxin shamelessly stayed for dinner.

After dinner, Zheng Nanxin said to Yuanchun, "It's snowing outside. Yuanchun, you and Dabao can take my car. I'll take you back."

"No, the snow is still light now, I can just ride my bike back."

"Yuanchun, do you really have to draw a line between us?" Zheng Nanxin said bitterly, "I owe you so much that I can never repay you in my lifetime. How can we draw a line between us? If you really don't want to associate with me, you have to wait until I repay you for what I owe you."

Father Pu tapped his cigarette stick and said, "Yuanchun, listen to Nanxin. You and Dabao can go in his car."

"Yuanchun, it's just a ride, there's no need to be so cautious." Park's mother also chimed in, "It's snowing so heavily, Dabao might catch a cold on the way, and you'll have to suffer again."

"Ok."

It just so happened that she was annoyed by the male protagonist and wanted to teach him a lesson.

So, when Zheng Nanxin's car was halfway on the road, the brakes suddenly stopped working. In a panic, Zheng Nanxin drove the car to the side of the road and hit a tree trunk.

Zheng Nanxin's head hit the car door hard, the glass shattered all over the floor, and a big bump appeared on his forehead. He was stuck in the driver's seat and couldn't get out.

He didn't care about himself and quickly looked at the back seat, "Yuanchun, how are you? Did you bump into anything?"

"I'm fine. I'm sitting very still."

Yuanchun picked up Dabao, who was squinting and drowsy, and got out of the car. Suddenly, she said in panic, "Zheng Nanxin, the car is leaking oil, get out quickly."

Zheng Nanxin was stuck in the driver's seat, unable to move. "I can't move. What should I do? Yuanchun, hurry up and call for help."

"Help, help, come and save them." Yuanchun shouted in a hoarse voice.

But the strange thing is that there are many people coming and going, but no one seems to see them, and no one comes to help. Yuanchun is anxious and says, "Zheng Nanxin, what should we do? No one will save you. I... I will help you call the police."

"It's too late, help me open the door."

"it is good."

Yuanchun woke Dabao up and asked him to wait in front of a closed shop on the roadside. She braved the heavy snow, grabbed Zheng Nanxin's hand and pulled him out with all her strength.

But no matter how hard she tried, Zheng Nanxin's body was stuck firmly, as if glued to the chair, and could not be pulled away at all.

Yuanchun cried anxiously, "What should I do? I can't pull it. Zheng Nanxin, the car is smoking and looks like it's going to catch fire."

Zheng Nanxin was anxious, struggling desperately, and slapping the steering wheel that was stuck tightly, "Yuanchun, go and call passers-by and tell them that they helped me. I will give one hundred, no, two hundred yuan to each person who saved me."

At that time, the workers' monthly salary was less than 100 yuan, and Zheng Nanxin gave them 200 yuan, which was really a lot, but the car was smoking, and people were risking their lives to make money, so 200 yuan was a bit too little.

Yuanchun said, "Zheng Nanxin, give him five hundred. Maybe someone will risk their life to save you."

"Okay, five hundred is five hundred."

If he has money but no life to spend it, what's the point of saving the money? If he has no life yet, who will he save the money for?

Even if he was asked to give all his money in exchange for a chance to live, he would agree without hesitation.

Yuanchun immediately shouted at the top of her lungs, "Help! Everyone, come and save him! Five hundred yuan per person, payable on the spot."

Passersby seemed to have just discovered that a car had crashed into a tree. They all ran over to watch the excitement. When they heard that there was a reward of 500 yuan for saving someone, men, women, young and old, all reached out to save the person.