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Chapter 1160 - 587 An Encounter with a Minor Incident_3

Chapter 1160: Chapter 587 An Encounter with a Minor Incident_3

Yan Fei didn’t care about any of that, just saying his piece, "How much do you still need? I’ll pay it. Move your car quickly. You’re blocking my way, you know? If you make me lose money, can you afford to compensate me?"

Seeing him repeat what that woman had said earlier, Miss Xu Xiaoyan couldn’t help but laugh angrily behind him. Hurry up and resolve the situation already, would you? At this point, and you’re still in the mood for jokes? Is there anyone as out of tune as you?

The woman seemed to think that since Yan Fei talked this way, he must have had some urgent matter, and she suddenly felt she had backing: "I’m not moving it, five hundred won’t cut it anymore. Let them fix my car now, then I’ll move it..."

Yan Fei simply ignored her and let go of the burly man’s hand. Seeing the man seemed to want to do something, he chuckled, "Brother, be careful, don’t hurt yourself!"

He then took out two hundred yuan from his pocket and said to the still-dazed tofu seller and the child’s parent, "Where’s your money? Hurry up and take it out..."

Only then did the two react and hastily pulled their money out, Yan Fei saw there was a bit extra and split it between them: "Okay, this is enough; I’ll leave some change in your pockets."

After that, he stuffed five hundred yuan into the pocket of the strong man who had turned red with restraint, not daring to make a move, "Move your car quickly..."

Seeing it had come to this, the man prepared to move the car. But the woman, seeing the man about to move it, suddenly jumped in front of him, "Don’t you dare move it, let them fix it now before you move it..."

Yan Fei huffed disdainfully and murmured, "So she thinks she can push me around because I’m easy to talk to?"

The woman’s car was rather unique for those times, a new Japanese model designed for women, slightly smaller than the popular models of the day. Yan Fei went to the back of the car, bent over, lifted the car by the rear and dragged it toward the side of the road.

But no matter how small, it was still a car!

As onlookers saw this young man lifting a car with both rear wheels off the ground, leaving two black streaks on the road as the front wheels dragged along, the crowd fell silent. Even those who had been enjoying the spectacle held their breath watching this incredible scene.

Yan Fei, determined to see it through, dragged the car right onto the sidewalk, carefully placing it between two trees where it wouldn’t be in the way. He didn’t go for anything wild like hoisting the car into a tree.

Then, dusting off his hands and ignoring the faces of those around him, he shouted to the cars stuck in traffic, "What are you all looking at? Move along already! We country folks work every day, is a little bit of strength that astonishing?"

Indeed it was astonishing!

At that moment, the young traffic officer came to his senses and whispered a thank you to Yan Fei, then quickly started directing traffic—today was the first day of school and the traffic was especially heavy, including many out-of-towners. It would be embarrassing for outsiders to see such behavior in Provincial City!

As the traffic started to clear, the onlookers by the roadside were loath to leave. The woman and the bruiser were still in a daze, only now coming to their senses. The woman, upset, stomped her foot, "How can you drag my car like that? Look what you’ve done to my tires, you can’t possibly afford to..."

Yan Fei had just approached his Mercedes-Benz S600 when he turned and sneered at her, "Why don’t you try dragging my car to the side of the road? I won’t make you pay!"

Normally, this chap was careful about wearing recognizable branded clothes—only if they were brands produced in the region around Sancha River. In the excitement, nobody had noticed that this young man, who claimed to have rural strength, had actually gotten out of a Mercedes-Benz S600.

The woman cut herself off mid-sentence when she saw the car he was about to get into—a Mercedes-Benz S600. Naturally, she couldn’t finish her sentence—her car, no matter how uniquely designed, could be traded for three or four of his.

Yan Fei got into his car and drove off, not forgetting to wave goodbye to the young traffic officer, "Hard work, officer. Take care of yourself!"

As he drove away, the tofu seller started chasing after the car, "Big brother... Boss... thank you, give me an address so I can pay you back..."

It seemed that he changed his way of addressing Yan Fei mid-shout, remembering the trouble he’d had for addressing that woman incorrectly earlier. The corrected address sounded awkward.

A passerby yelled at him, "Don’t chase, brother. Look at what he’s driving, a car worth millions! He could make more than that two hundred just in the time you’ve delayed him..."

"Exactly!" Someone else, discontented with the woman’s behavior, shouted sarcastically. "Just look, that’s a real boss—generous and decisive. How else could he afford such a fancy car?"

"Yes, yes..." As someone started, others chimed in. "Only a boss like that deserves to get rich! Good people should be rewarded!"

But it was the child, sharp as a tack, who shouted after the car, "Thank you, Uncle!"

The child’s voice, crisp and clear, carried far, drowning out the others.

So inside the car, Boss Yan stroked his chin, pretending to brush a non-existent beard, his expression distant, "Who would’ve thought, I’ve become an uncle now!"

He looked at his wife smugly, almost as if expecting her to call him "uncle" too for a listen.

Unfortunately for him, the lady in the car was not falling for his antics. Seeing his goofy expression, she laughed so hard she almost doubled over, then slapped his arm, "What are you looking at while driving? Focus on the road!"

"How was my performance just now?" Yan Fei, unwilling to let it go. "That was at least a good deed, a jianghu emergency, don’t I get a little reward or something?"

"Alright, alright, reward! Reward for you!" The lady chuckled, tapping him on the face with her finger. "Happy now?"

"That’s it?" Yan Fei dissatisfiedly pursed his lips, his eyes roving over her.

"What else do you want while driving?" The lady eyed him, sensing he was getting ahead of himself, and sternly warned, "Keep your eyes on the road; keep fantasizing, and I’ll sleep in the dorm tonight!"

Threatening to go back to the dorm was a masterstroke, unbeatable. The imposing boss, moments ago revered and awesome, became a doormat on the spot, tamed and turned into a driver by the lady...