"What on earth is going on?" Zhu Xiaoyu's head was spinning.
In his life, he basically had no relation to cars like Rolls-Royce, but now 99 Rolls-Royces were neatly arrayed in front of him, throwing him into a panic.
"Sir, are you sure you haven't made a mistake? How could I afford to hire such a convoy?" Zhu Xiaoyu pointed to the cars behind him. "As you can see, the wedding car procession I managed to put together was sponsored by my comrades-in-arms and colleagues out of friendship. I couldn't afford to hire a fleet of this caliber."
"Mr. Zhu, this fleet isn't rented, but belongs to one of your friends, so you don't need to pay," the attendant explained.
"My friend?" Zhu Xiaoyu was even more confused now. He had many friends, but none that he knew had struck it rich. Could it be that he missed something while working in the drug enforcement unit for these past few years?
