I'm back in 1990

Chapter 860: Made a Huge Mess

The show "I'm Back in 1990" is full of classic quotes, so come and find resonance.

Inside an old villa in Changning, Xia Zhengxing, chairman of Jianeng Group, was scolding his wife and son.

"They say a doting mother spoils her son, and that's absolutely true. Are you satisfied now? He's lucky to be alive, otherwise he'd be lying in the hospital right now." Xia Zhengxing said, pointing at his son Xia Xin.

Xia Zhengxing was so angry because his son, Xia Xin, had gone crazy yesterday. Early in the morning, he took a few friends to Dianshan Lake to eat lake delicacies. At noon, he drank quite a lot of alcohol. In the evening, ignoring everyone's advice, he drove back home and got into a car accident. He even fled the scene and ran home.

Now, even his father has to clean up his mess. If it weren't for the fact that this is his own son, Xia Zhengxing wouldn't bother with him at all. He wondered what sins he had committed in his past life to have such a spendthrift son. Thinking of this, Xia Zhengxing became even angrier.

Xia Zhengxing's wife, Zheng Hailiu, was still shaken. This incident had truly frightened her. Xia Xin was her only precious son. She didn't care what happened to others, as long as her son was safe.

But Xia Xin had recovered from yesterday's panic and looked completely nonchalant: "He was driving a beat-up Buick and he didn't die. At worst, he'll just have to pay more money."

Xia Zhengxing had already inquired about the general details of the accident. Xia Xin had collided with two vehicles traveling normally in the opposite lane yesterday. The first vehicle was an older 2000 Buick, and the driver was seriously injured and hospitalized for emergency treatment, but fortunately, he has now recovered. The second vehicle was a light truck, and the driver only suffered some minor abrasions.

Xia Xin also learned about these circumstances. That's why he went from being terrified and uneasy to being completely indifferent. Moreover, his father had already made his driver turn himself in, so the hit-and-run incident had nothing to do with him anymore. He would just get a few scoldings from his father.

Besides, I've caused a lot of trouble and been scolded countless times, but I'm still fine.

Hearing his son's words, Xia Zhengxing was furious: "You little rascal, you're all talk and no action! Where's the money? Show it to me! Damn it! I still have to pay for your mess, you little rascal!"

Arranging for one's own driver to take the blame isn't something that can be done with just a few words. Xia Zhengxing gave the driver 300,000 yuan as a settlement allowance, promising an additional 200,000 yuan after the matter was resolved, and even a mid-level, sinecure position at the company. In this day and age, how could anyone be expected to take the fall for something so serious just by making empty promises?

At this moment, Zheng Hailiu stepped in between the father and son to smooth things over: "Alright, alright, you two always argue whenever you meet, isn't it annoying? Now that things have come to this, as long as Xinxin is alright, that's all that matters. What's a little money?"

Xia Zhengxing was speechless, choked by his wife's words.

Just then, his phone rang. He picked it up, glanced at it, and pressed the answer button.

He asked impatiently, "What is it?"

He didn't know what the person on the other end of the phone said to him, but his vision went black, and he started to sway, on the verge of losing his balance.

Zheng Hailiu, who was not far from him, noticed that something was wrong with the man and quickly steadied him, asking anxiously, "Old Xia, what's wrong? Don't scare me!"

With Zheng Hailiu's help, Xia Zhengxing lay back on the sofa and it took him a while to recover.

The first thing he did after recovering was to grab a teacup from the coffee table and smash it heavily against his son, Xia Xin.

Caught off guard, Xia Xin instinctively dodged, but the teacup still grazed the edge of his head, leaving half of his head burning.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Xia Xin shouted angrily at his father, rubbing his head where the teacup had brushed against him.

"He's going to die, Lao Xia, what's wrong with you?" Zheng Hailiu had never seen a man so violent before. That was their son! How could he be so reckless? What if his head was smashed?

Xia Zhengxing pointed at his son Xia Xin with eyes blazing with fury: "It would be better if he were dead!"

"Do you know how big of a mess he's made? Do you know who he hit?" Xia Zhengxing questioned his wife.

"How would I know? Who is it?" Zheng Hailiu looked completely bewildered.

Xia Xin stood at a distance, wary of his father potentially attacking him again, while yelling, "He's just a guy who drives a beat-up Buick, why are you treating me like this?"

Zheng Hailiu was still unaware of the seriousness of the situation and was still speaking up for her son: "That's right! The guy who drives that kind of car is at most a small business owner. We can just pay more compensation."

"Bullshit, do you think money can solve this? Do you even know who they are? Do they need this little bit of money?" Xia Zhengxing asked several questions in a row, leaving Zheng Hailiu dumbfounded.

Xia Zhengxing was like a deflated balloon, his face full of regret. He regretted letting the driver take the blame; now he was in trouble.

He pointed weakly at his son and said to Zheng Hailiu, "This little bastard hit Huang Xiaochuan's brother-in-law."

At first, Zheng Hailiu didn't pay attention to "Huang Xiao," but after saying just two words, she realized what was happening. She covered her mouth, looking shocked.

In Shanghai's high society, anyone who says they don't know who Huang Xiaochuan is will be ridiculed. Although this richest man in Asia doesn't like to show his face much, his fame is so great that countless people know him! Even street vendors and laborers know his name.

Upon hearing that her son had bumped into Huang Xiaochuan's second brother-in-law, Zheng Hailiu panicked. She knew that her son had gotten himself into a huge mess this time.

"Old Xia, what should we do?" She could only turn to her husband for help.

Xia Xin was also stunned. He hadn't expected that the owner of the old Buick he crashed into was such a big shot.

Xia Zhengxing was also somewhat at a loss. If he had known it would turn out like this, he wouldn't have let his driver take the blame. In that case, he could have just handled it according to traffic regulations. At worst, he could have put that brat in jail for a while, and maybe he would behave himself when he came out.

But now the driver has already turned himself in. Are you going to make him go back to the police and say he took the blame? Are you kidding me? Do you think the police station is your private property?

Xia Zhengxing was in a state of confusion and didn't know what to do. One thing he was clear about was that the other party would not let it go so easily. If he were in that situation, he would not let the other party off easily either.

If he hadn't added unnecessary details, there might have been room for maneuver. But now that he's done this, things are really in big trouble. If that person sends someone to investigate, the matter definitely won't be kept secret. What should we do?

What should have been a case where only Xia Xin should bear the blame has now escalated to the point where he, his son, and the driver are all implicated. He's certain to be charged with harboring a criminal, and the driver will also be charged with harboring a criminal, plus obstructing testimony. Damn it, this is truly a case of trying to steal a chicken but losing several handfuls of rice; they dug their own hole and buried themselves in it.

Xia Zhengxing frowned, at a loss for what to do.