Over half an hour later, the traffic police finally arrived.
A crowd of people gathered at the scene, busy taking photos, measuring,
surveying, and making maps.
Iris Harris couldn't wait, got out of the car, and said to the
traffic police: "I'm in a hurry, can I go home for a bit first?"
The officer glared at her, "The scene hasn't been fully surveyed,
how can you leave?"
"I'm really in a hurry..."
"We're following procedures."
Everyone rejected her request.
Iris Harris had no choice but to negotiate with the car owner,
"Sir, I'm in a hurry. How about this, I'll cover all the repair costs
for your BMW. If you agree, give me your bank account number, and
once you get the repair bill, I'll transfer the money to you."
"Who wants your filthy money! Do you know how precious this car is
to us? It's a wedding gift from my mother-in-law. Even if it gets
fixed, it won't be the same car!" The middle-aged woman was
relentless, refusing to budge.
"Then what do you want?"
