Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 941 - 512: Moving the Car for You_2

Chapter 941: Chapter 512: Moving the Car for You_2

Then another mocking voice rose, "Dude, your car isn’t borrowed too, is it?"

That remark was actually quite accurate. The van Yan Fei and Heizi were driving had essentially been given to the police station already. It’s just that the two borrowed it back for a bit when they went out.

But, fact is fact, and judging by the tone of the speaker, it was obviously not meant as a joke. The ridicule was more pronounced.

There’s a saying that goes, "The tree that stands out in the forest is likely to be destroyed by the wind."

Yan Fei and Heizi were both young, especially Heizi, who, compared to those attending today’s meeting, couldn’t hide his rustic unruliness.

These two young men had made a bit of a splash at the meeting banquet. Naturally, there were those who envied them, but inevitably, there were also those who were jealous.

As for Old Niu, he was one of those nouveau riche, and his air of a country bumkin was quite strong.

Hearing someone mock their car, Yan Fei didn’t even look back. He effortlessly pushed the slightly indignant Heizi into the van, then did the same with Old Niu and his son, before getting ready to take the driver’s seat and drive off.

Clearly, the people who spoke saw them preparing to leave and assumed they were guilty—what does "one kind of soil can nurture a hundred kinds of people" mean, anyway? It implies there will always be fools who mistake your generosity for weakness.

"Hey buddy, can your car still make it back? There’s another meeting tomorrow. If you can’t afford a hotel, find a mini-van to crash in for the night! No need to run back and forth, wasting petrol!"

"Exactly! Your car probably burns half a catty of fuel per kilometer, right? Think of the waste, just the petrol cost alone could cover a night’s stay. And if it breaks down halfway, looking at your car, just fixing it would cost several dozens, wouldn’t it?"

"..."

Sometimes, it’s hard to understand what goes on in a fool’s brain. The meetings like these are typically attended by company bosses, or if not the bosses, then their most trusted assistants.

If you’re part of such a meeting and find something disagreeable, you could always talk or complain about it privately—just like Old Niu talks to Yan Fei, he’ll use that "meaningful" tone if he sees something he disapproves of.

Regional concepts are still pretty strong nowadays. In the village, people talk about the town; in the town, they talk about the county; and in the city, they talk about the town. So when there are no conflicts of interest between the two parties, he isn’t worried about Yan betraying him and spilling whatever is said. What’s more, even if his words got out, others wouldn’t be able to find fault with them—after all, the same words spoken in a different tone can convey a completely different feeling, right?

But if you can’t stand something, keeping it to yourself is one thing, why go after someone in front of others and make an enemy for nothing?

Does mocking make you feel gratified at the moment? Does it bring any benefit to yourself? Obviously, a few baseless taunts do not bring any advantage to you, do they?

So, to use the words of Yan Fei’s elementary school teacher, such an act is a classic case of "harming others without benefiting oneself."

That teacher had educated them that if you do something that harms others but benefits yourself, at the very least, it could be said that you are selfish. But if you get beaten up for doing something that harms others without benefiting yourself, you have no one to blame but yourself.

Seeing Old Niu’s face turning ugly, Heizi and Old Niu’s son, the young man named Niu Ben, were getting hot-headed, itching to get out of the car and start a fight. Yan Fei just smiled, turned his head to look at those three young men, then said with a chuckle, "Forget it, none of you move, leave it to me..."

After speaking, he turned and walked towards them. The three young men, seeing him approach, were defiant: "What’s wrong, kid? You’re not thinking of starting a fight, are you? Don’t scare us; we’re really timid..."

That snarky demeanor was genuinely asking for a beating.

But Boss Yan was a civilized man and had no intention of hitting anyone. Their van was parked far away, but most of those who came to the meeting today drove their cars, and now the surroundings were filled with a good number of them. There weren’t many people out at this time, but was there no one else about?

Most of the onlookers were just casual acquaintances. Seeing something going on over here, the majority simply pretended not to hear and had no intention of getting involved.

Yan Fei ignored the shouts directed at him and simply walked past the three, perusing their brand-new car before approaching its rear. He bent over, ready to lift the back end of the car...

"What are you doing? Do you know what kind of car this is? Can you afford to pay if you damage it?" One young man, seeing this, tried to come over and pull him away.

The other two quickly followed suit: "Don’t mess around, kid. This is the Jetta King, you know? A new model just released this July. Even if you give us your Mini-van in exchange, if you damage it—oh..."

The three, who had been talking all the while, had walked up to Yan Fei. In the next moment, their eyes widened in unison as they stared at the rear wheels, which had lifted off the ground, astonished and dumbstruck.

Not only were they stunned, but Old Niu and his son in the car were also dazed. They had been searching for "weapons" inside, gearing up to join the fray, only to witness this scene and are left speechless...

Yan Fei lifted the back of the car, shifted its position slightly, and then pushed forward. Upon seeing that the angle wasn’t quite right, he ran to the front to adjust the car’s position by lifting the front end. Afterward, lifting the back again, he tilted the car slightly and pushed it forward. A few steps later, he gently released his hold and set the car down properly, turning to smile at the three young men, "You see, I didn’t damage the car in any way, right? No need for me to pay, is there?"