The secretary was right. At twenty-seven or eight minutes, they were on a road along the river bank. If they lost control at that time, the possibility of rushing into the river was very high.
Once a sealed vehicle falls into the water, unless you have very professional diving skills and tools that can break the windows, it is basically a dead end.
Domestic experts have done experiments. Without tools, they must hold their breath underwater for more than forty seconds, and at the same time use a lot of force to offset the underwater pressure and force open the car door. In that case, ordinary people usually only
I can hold my breath for about twenty seconds.
Song Kanglai's Mercedes-Benz S-Class was not equipped with a window-breaking hammer. Although he can swim, his strength has long since lost due to his age.
Thinking of the worst possibility, Song Kanglai's heartbeat suddenly accelerated several times.
"I really want to thank Mr. Jiang this time. If he hadn't reminded me, Mr. Song..."
The secretary was halfway through speaking and did not say any more, fearing that Song Kanglai would be unhappy after hearing this.
But Song Kanglai didn't mean to blame him. Instead, he put down the thermos cup and nodded: "I really want to thank Mr. Jiang. This can be considered a life-saving grace."
If the vehicle loses control and hits someone, just follow the normal insurance procedures. Strictly speaking, it will not have much impact on Song Kanglai. Unless the matter becomes serious, he will have to bear some price.
But compared to the threat to his own life, what is the price?
What Song Kanglai couldn't understand was how on earth Mr. Jiang could tell there was something wrong with the car?
He never even saw his car!
Could it be said that it really relies on intuition?
The secretary whispered from the side: "Do you want to tell Mr. Tan about this?"
Song Kanglai understood what he meant, and Tan Junda also suggested that he listen to Mr. Jiang and not drive his own car. Now that the car has an accident, logically speaking, he has to thank Mr. Tan.
Because Song Kanglai didn't take the S-Class this time, a large part of the reason was because he didn't want to ruin Tan Junda's face.
After thinking about it, Song Kanglai nodded and said: "I will call Mr. Tan personally and you can make arrangements. I will invite Mr. Tan and Mr. Jiang to dinner later."
The secretary responded and said he would make arrangements later.
Jiang Zhihao still didn't know that Song Kanglai was lucky enough to save his life and that he was now busy selling fruits.
Based on the last experience, there are quite a lot of fruits brought this time.
But starting from the evening, the flow of people increased, and the sales speed of fruit fishing also accelerated several times.
Even though the guests choose their own combinations, they still have to cut the fruits themselves, which is why electronic payment is popular nowadays. Otherwise, Jiang Zhihao would be too busy just to collect and change the money.
Since five o'clock in the afternoon, he had never heard of cutting fruit, and the ice crusher was very hot. By about eight o'clock in the evening, all the fruits were sold.
As early as an hour ago, the spare ice cubes were used up.
Guests who didn't make it in time left with regret.
Jiang Zhihao, who was so busy that he was sweating all over, went over to find a sanitation worker and paid him 100 yuan to help clean up the stall. Otherwise, there would be no place to throw away the pile of fruit peels.
This has always been the job of a sanitation worker, and now that I can get an extra $100, I am naturally happy to help.