Becoming a Russian Oligarch After Rebirth
Chapter 1111 - 955: Encountering Danger on the Road_2

Chapter 1111: Chapter 955: Encountering Danger on the Road_2

Of course, besides the chaotic public safety in those major cities, the smaller cities below weren’t much better!

Wang Ye still remembered that one of his cousins had her bag snatched by two people on a motorcycle while walking on the main street of the county town in their hometown that summer.

If it had just been the bag being stolen, that would have been one thing.

What was even more hateful was that his cousin had been carrying the bag across her body and, because the quality of the bag was quite good, when the bikers snatched it, they dragged her to the ground and then pulled her several dozen meters along the asphalt road!

She ended up covered in injuries and had to stay in the hospital for a long while...

Back then, many women were afraid to wear gold earrings or necklaces on the street; having their belongings stolen was one thing, but some had their earlobes torn from having their earrings snatched, and others nearly got strangled to death because of their necklaces...

Oh, those who went to the south to work in the early 2000s or who were from Guangdong Province must be quite familiar with "biker thieves" and "hand-choppers."

Of course, the early 2000s were much better than the nineties.

How outrageous the nineties were, many young people can’t even imagine!

Back then, many larger neighborhoods in Yangcheng and Peng City had "self-defense teams"...

You read that right, "self-defense teams," and these were teams organized spontaneously by the residents, patrolling the neighborhoods with weapons at night!

In Peng City, just try taking a taxi; the areas inside and outside the city borders were like two different worlds. Taxis from inside wouldn’t go outside and vice versa, and Peng City taxis wouldn’t go to the nearby Wan City.

No matter how much money you offered the driver, they wouldn’t dare go!

If you crossed the border into another area by mistake, I’m not joking, it really could end up with "car wrecked, passenger dead"!

If crossing the border was discovered, they would directly drag the driver out and beat him up; the car would simply be torched!

Oh, and there was the saying "Thunder in heaven, thugs on the ground."

How "fierce" our citizens were back then, those born after 2000 probably can’t even imagine...

As for things like a few thugs beating up a girl in the middle of the night a decade later, that would have been nothing in the nineties or the early 2000s.

It’s not just about not trending nationwide or being discussed, but if you reported such a minor issue to the police, they might not even bother with you...

In the areas outside Peng City, a few towns in Wan City, and the vicinity of the Yangcheng Railway Station, which month or even which day wasn’t there a homicide!

As for "road bullies," they were also a common sight. Back then, long-haul truck drivers really weren’t exaggerating when they said they risked their lives for money.

For Wang Ye, the incident he faced today was nothing out of the ordinary.

Throwing spikes on the roadside or in service areas to burst your tires, and then just by chance, there’ll be a repair shop right by the roadside.

The owner was very "enthusiastic," albeit somewhat costly...

......

Being fully aware of this, Wang Ye didn’t get angry or show any outward sign; since he had encountered the situation, all he needed to do was handle it smoothly.

After all, these people were just after money, and considering this was a highway service area, they probably wouldn’t go too far.

Of course, avoiding financial loss wasn’t possible.

Even reporting it to the police wouldn’t help, since there was no way for him to prove that the spikes on the road had been scattered by the repair shop staff...

So Wang Ye just smiled amiably as he watched several people quickly approaching and only spoke when they were close enough, "Should be, right? Then... could you please fix it?"

The leader, a skinny and short middle-aged man, first sized up Wang Ye and the car behind him thoroughly.

Then he grinned, showing a mouth full of yellow teeth.

Narrowing his eyes, he said, "No problem! But Boss, your car is quite nice, and it uses quality tires, so the repair will be a bit expensive. We should agree first so you don’t deny the bill after the tire is fixed."

Wang Ye smiled, "No problem, a hundred should be enough, right?"

Back in those days, a normal tire repair would cost just ten or twenty yuan; it wasn’t like changing the tire.

Wang Ye mentioned a hundred yuan, which already included the "markup"; he did it deliberately, meaning he was willing to pay a bit extra to resolve the issue, but not to be taken advantage of...

If he suggested a hundred yuan himself, any further "haggling" would just amount to a few hundred yuan at most.

As expected, the skinny middle-aged man bent down to inspect the deflated tire, stood up, and shook his head, "A hundred yuan isn’t enough! It’s been punctured by a spike, it’s unlikely it can be patched, might need a new tire. These good tires cost five to six thousand apiece!"

Wang Ye sighed; it seemed the other party had quite the appetite...

But there was no choice, with no people in sight and no shops around, other than letting them replace the tire, there were no other options.

If spending a few thousand could solve the problem, it wouldn’t be too bad.

Of course, a few thousand yuan might be nothing at all to Wang Ye, he really didn’t care, but he couldn’t let the others see that.

Wang Ye mainly worried that their greed might grow if they realized he was wealthy and "easy to squeeze", planning to fleece him severely could easily lead to trouble!

Gentlemen don’t stand under a collapsing wall.

If this was in Moscow, he wouldn’t even need to get out of the car, Xie Liaosha and his people would have already had these rascals kneeling and begging for mercy with the butt of their guns...

Unfortunately, this was domestic soil, he had neither security personnel around nor anyone but the girl Zhang Xiaoxi with him.

Better to have less trouble than more!

......

Wang Ye deliberately furrowed his brow, peered at the deflated tire, and said, "Can’t this be patched up? It needs a tire change? Moreover, five to six thousand is too expensive, isn’t it? These tires just cost around two thousand each."

Hearing this, the group became unhappy.

The skinny man didn’t speak; his crew, looking fierce and menacing, started verbally "attacking" Wang Ye.

"What are you thinking! Two thousand is the cost price, don’t we charge for labor? What about the rent and utilities for the repair shop?"

"Buddy, this is the freeway! If you don’t change the tire, even a tow truck will cost you upwards of ten thousand!"

"Hey, you’re driving a fancy Benz, five to six thousand shouldn’t be a problem for you, hurry up."

"Exactly, driving such a car and you begrudge a few thousand, really stingy!"

Wang Ye gave a bitter smile, spread his hands in resignation, and said, "Alright then, let’s change a tire, hurry up; I’m almost home, if only I knew I wouldn’t have stopped at any service area."

He said this on purpose, using a Zhongyuan accent, essentially telling the men, "We’re all fellow countrymen, let’s be reasonable!"

Sure enough, hearing Wang Ye’s Zhongyuan accent and seeing him nod in agreement to change the tire, the men’s expressions eased.

The skinny middle-aged man grinned and said, "Then drive it over there, to that shop; see the sign? Drive slowly, that tire is completely gone."

Just as Wang Ye was about to get into the car, he saw a black Jetta speeding toward them.

What drew his attention was that this car wasn’t coming from the service area entrance, but from the exit...

Obviously, it was the kind that had passed the service area but for some reason drove in from the exit side.

And the car was heading straight for where Wang Ye was.

The repair shop crew also noticed this scene, with the small boss grinning, "Yo, this car is audacious! Driving like that on a freeway, isn’t that driving the wrong way?"

Before he finished speaking, the black Jetta had already approached and sharply braked to a stop.

As soon as the car stopped, the three passenger doors, excluding the driving seat, flung open simultaneously, and three tough-looking men jumped out.

Their attire was ordinary, but given their robust build and very short crew cuts, they seemed like tough fellows to mess with.

The repair shop crew immediately shut up, no longer daring to speak nonsense.

A man, who seemed to be the leader and was slightly older, walked briskly over, nodded at Wang Ye, hesitated, and then asked, "Mr. Wang, are you having some trouble?"

By then, Wang Ye had roughly guessed their identity, felt relieved, and smiling, pointed at the skinny repair shop boss and said, "You have to ask him about this."