The black Volkswagen drove past the intersection in front of the Pacific Ocean last night. From afar, the yellow and red roadblocks blocked the entire road.
The "Road Maintenance" sign was posted on the concrete board.
The roads were congested.
The speed of the car was only about thirty kilometers per hour. It was leaning against the car door with its chin propped on its left and right hand on the steering wheel. Through the gap, it calmly looked at the construction team and some staff members who had shown unusual temperament.
A group of about a dozen people, who often liked to shop in the Pacific Department Store, or ordinary people living nearby, crowded in front of the noticeboard and read the maintenance notice word for word.
After they passed by, Qin Yu even heard complaints.
For example, "The road was fine yesterday, but it's under maintenance today? Isn't this nonsense!"