Chapter 214 Would You Do the Same?
OldSoul: [These days, whenever someone makes a mistake, they claim to have depression and blame it on that. True depression sufferers are kind and only harm themselves; they rarely do things that hurt others! Scratching someone's car at the drop of a hat isn't depression; it's mania!
You only mentioned that you scratched someone else's car! How much damage did you cause? After all, a single scratch is a scratch, and so are a dozen! Can you dare to say how much damage you caused? Can you show the photos of the scratches you made on the other person's car?
She apologized, but why must the other person forgive her? How do you know the other person wasn't in a hurry to go out for something important? If they couldn't get their urgent matter done because they couldn't move your car, can you afford the delay? Your family members are people, but others' aren't?
From what I know, from the time you call the traffic police to the time the tow truck arrives, it takes at least twenty minutes. You said you went down in a few minutes, but clearly, you lied! You didn't go downstairs for at least twenty minutes!
Also, it's the police who detained your brother. You make it sound like 15-301 has connections so powerful they can even bribe the police! You could be held legally responsible for saying that!]
After OldSoul finished speaking, Sophia was dumbfounded.
The other actors didn't dare to make a sound either.
This person's tone and attitude gave off a professional vibe.
Sophia asked tentatively: [Are you a family member of 15-301?]
[No!]
The other party replied bluntly.
One of the actors then spoke sarcastically: [If you're not, why say so much? Are you afraid to admit it?]
[The young lady indeed has depression, and there are many types of depression. I've been through it, so if you don't understand, don't pretend you do.] Another actor chimed in.
[I'm just standing up for what's right! Unlike you guys, who are clearly actors! Saying I don't understand? Do you know more than me, a medical school PhD?]
OldSoul's words were sharp, and they typed quickly.
The mention of a medical school PhD scared the actors into silence.
Seeing this, Bobby immediately chimed in.
[Don't pretend to be a medical school PhD! I have family in the medical school, too. Where's your work ID? Dare to show it?]
Bobby had a distant relative working at the medical school's senior activity center. He barely saw them once a year but liked to pretend they were close.
A minute later, OldSoul posted a work ID from the medical school with the name covered.
[Here's the ID! Genuine! But do you know how to verify it? Do you know the three key elements on a medical school work ID?] OldSoul specifically @Bobby.
Bobby's face turned red with embarrassment, luckily OldSoul couldn't see it through the screen.
He had no idea how to verify a medical school work ID; he was just banking on the other person not showing their name.
[Why block out your name on your ID photo? What's the point of only showing half your credentials? How do we even know that's really your ID?]
[I have no problem identifying myself. But would you do the same? Would you be willing to share your LinkedIn profile or work email? If you're willing to put yourself out there, I'll gladly do the same.]
OldSoul's words made Bobby's heart race.
Bobby didn't have the guts to show his work ID. If someone reported him to his boss for doing personal stuff during work hours, his boss would chew him out.
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