"Treating the highway like it's your own?"
Zhang Yong heard this and quickly honked the horn.
"Beep beep..."
At the same time, he turned the steering wheel, changing lanes back and forth behind the three cars, trying to squeeze through the gap in the middle, but each time he failed.
Even the emergency lane was blocked by them.
"What's going on?"
Now, even Zhang Yong was pissed:
"Deliberately blocking people from passing, are you nuts!"
"Hey, buddy!"
Just then, one of the cars in front opened its sunroof, and a person stuck their head out with a megaphone, shouting loudly:
"We're filming a show ahead, and we'll need some time. Please be patient, and we will compensate you after we're done."
"A hundred bucks a minute!"
A hundred bucks a minute, that's a thousand for ten minutes, six thousand for an hour...
Zhang Yong's mind raced, and he couldn't help but marvel.
They sure have a ton of money!
