Chapter 1148: Folklore Village

However, the fact that the two of them rested here for the night was still affected, because when Chen Yu returned to the guesthouse to pick up his car, he discovered that all four tires had been punctured.

Looking at a drowsy parking lot attendant to one side, Chen Yu's temper flared up instantly; he woke the attendant up and pointed at his car: "What is the meaning of this?"

"Yo, the car got punctured?" The attendant wiped away some drool and said with an indifferent expression: "Then it's punctured. There's a repair shop not far from here; you can take the wheels off or have it towed over, either works."

"Parking here starts at one hundred," Chen Yu glanced at the sign: "So for such expensive parking fees, you aren't responsible for security?"

"Look clearly." The attendant casually picked up the sign that said 'starts at one hundred', flipped it over, and saw a line of small print on the back: "Keep your belongings safe; if there are any issues, we are not responsible."

"Playing these tricks on me?" Chen Yu stared coldly at this attendant.

"Heh, this isn't a trick; this is a scenic area, there are many thieves, and we have no choice. Our parking lot only provides storage, we aren't responsible for security," the attendant said with a rogue-like attitude.

He straightened the red armband on his arm, on which the words "Safety Officer" were written in large characters.

Moreover, this guy was in a uniform and looked the part, which would normally give people a sense of trust, but he didn't expect him to be completely useless.

"Then let me see the surveillance," Ning Ruoxue said, playing along; if she wanted to quibble with this scenic area, she could make them cry in a minute.

"Sorry, the surveillance is broken, and surveillance isn't something you can just check whenever you want. If you want to check it, go to the police station and get a certificate; otherwise, you have no right to view it," the attendant said lazily.

"Forget it, there's a place to repair cars nearby; let's tow it over and fix it," Chen Yu also couldn't be bothered with the trouble; lowering himself to the level of these common street people would make him seem petty.

Just as he finished speaking, the attendant picked up a walkie-talkie and shouted: "Come down to fix the car."

Five or six people from a repair shop were seen pushing a tool cart down from above; the tool cart had jacks, wrenches, and other things on it, so it seemed they were prepared.

They pushed the cart directly over, and between jacking up the car and removing the wheels, the four tires were patched and reinstalled in less than ten minutes.

Chen Yu was speechless. Even though he knew the parking lot staff and these repair shop people were in cahoots, he had no choice but to swallow his bitterness.

Some domestic tourist attractions that rely on hype are all like this; they become popular through the promotion of capital and internet influencers with traffic, but once you arrive, you discover that the place is terrible.

This is when it's time for capital to harvest; they will raise the large sickles in their hands without hesitation and crazily harvest the tourists who come here.

Capital eats the meat, and the surrounding commoners naturally have to drink some soup, which is how these black-hearted tourist spots come to be.

"Three thousand," a repairman took off his gloves and held up three fingers to Chen Yu.

"Three thousand to patch a tire? Do you know that prices exceeding ten times the value constitute profiteering? You are already going against government departments," Ning Ruoxue exploded; she had had enough.

"Three thousand? Usually, patching a tire is ten to thirty, and thirty is already the highest. Are you using gold to patch the tire?" Chen Yu was so angry he laughed; he had seen black-hearted people, but he had truly never seen any this black-hearted.

"My territory, my pricing," the repairman said with a rogue-like attitude: "Do you believe it? Aside from us, within a radius of thirty kilometers, there isn't a single repair shop. Besides, this is a scenic area; a group of us came over to provide you with service, so this price isn't excessive, right?"

"That's right, our scenic area provides one-stop service," the attendant also said triumphantly: "Besides, no one else dares to come in here to fix things; three thousand is already very cheap."

"Fine, three thousand it is," Chen Yu nodded.

"You can't pay it. Do you believe me? The money we'll have to spend is more than just these three thousand," Ning Ruoxue sneered: "What else haven't you said? Say it all at once; don't waste everyone's time."

"Good, a straightforward person," the repairman chuckled: "Three thousand per tire."

Chen Yu, who had already taken out his wallet and intended to count the money, stopped. He glanced at the repairman: "Anything else?"

"A service fee of five hundred per person; there are six of us, totaling three thousand. And there are tool wear-and-tear fees, maintenance fees, and errand fees. I won't overcharge you; one flat price, thirty thousand yuan," the repairman said.

"Call the police," Ning Ruoxue took out her phone.

"Don't, the police can't manage things here, and there is only one local police station nearby with a few officers," Chen Yu stopped her: "The police officers have many other things to deal with; let's not trouble them."

"This friend is sensible," the repairman gave Chen Yu a thumbs up: "How about this, I'll give you a twenty percent discount to make friends, and you can patronize us more in the future."

"You come to rob me, give me a twenty percent discount, and I have to thank you? Thank your ancestors for eight generations?" Chen Yu sneered and put away his wallet.

"How are you talking, kid? Do you know what place this is? One word and you two won't be able to leave this village," the attendant was furious, and the group of repairmen behind him picked up wrenches and other items from the tool cart, surrounding them with hostile intent.

"So we're resorting to violence?" Chen Yu stared at the group of people in front of him, and he suddenly laughed: "Friends, it's not good to use your hands and feet; harmony brings wealth. You punctured my tires, but you helped me fix them."

"So I won't hold you responsible either. Now, ten yuan for each of you as a hardship fee; consider it the money for patching the tires."

As Chen Yu spoke, he took out one hundred yuan and threw it on the ground: "Keep the change."

"Are you looking to die, damn you? Are you trying to dismiss a beggar?" A short man was furious and lunged forward, grabbing the wrench in his hand and waving it at Chen Yu as a show of force: "Take the money out, thirty thousand, not a cent less."

Chen Yu stared at the short man, and he suddenly stepped forward and smashed a fist against the large wrench in his hand.

*Hum—* The short man's body flew out like a kite with a broken string. He slammed into a pillar with a *thud* and then bounced back.

And the wrench in his hand, which was as thick as an arm, had already been bent into a huge arc.

The group of people was stunned. One had to know that this wrench was as thick as an arm and made of refined steel. If a single punch could bend the wrench, wouldn't someone be beaten to death if that punch hit them?

Immediately, everyone retreated involuntarily; after all, if that punch hit anyone, they would be in terrible luck.

"Do you still want the money?" Chen Yu stared at these people in front of him.

"Buddy, it's a misunderstanding, this is really a misunderstanding," the parking lot attendant said with a fawning smile: "We don't want the money, we'll help you patch it for free, free of charge. Everyone, harmony brings wealth, harmony brings wealth."