small business

Chapter 5 You You You You
Ms. Han's call broke the silence in the car.

"Yiyi, why did you drive that van to Yijia Village?" Ms. Han's worry came from the other end of the phone.

Because "Brother Afei" has already been used by her to call her husband Fei Guochen, and "Banban" is not very pleasant to call, so Fei Yiban's nickname is the simplest one in the middle. .

If Ms. Han asks this question, it means that she must have seen the wonderful and graceful clips of car skills.

That's easy!

"Driving the same road will convince you." As Fei Yiban spoke, the corners of his mouth began to rise.

The pride is beyond words.

If it wasn't for the fact that there was a stranger sitting next to him, he should be able to grin directly to his temple at this moment.

"Yiyi, that van can't be driven like this!" Ms. Han Yuxin didn't follow Fei Yiban's words, she wanted to persuade her son.

"Why not?" Fei Dache Shen didn't care.

"The tires of that van have been worn out without any markings. Not only is it easy to slip, but it may blow out at any time." Ms. Han said earnestly, "Yi Yi, that is a car that is about to be scrapped!"

"I've been driving for so long, why haven't I seen a flat tire?" Fei Yiban didn't want to continue this unnutritious topic, he only cared about whether Ms. Han would fulfill her previous promise.

Say a thousand words and ten thousand, in the face of the facts, you have to give in.

Fei Yiban went straight to the point: "Please recall, before you..."

Before Ms. Han could fulfill her promise to buy a racing car, she heard two loud bangs on the ground.

Boom...boom...

It is faster than the rhythm of setting off double-guns during the New Year.

The van, which was about to be scrapped, shook.

The tires, which were fine during drifting, blew out one after another as if they had made an appointment.

What do these mean?
Ms. Han must have installed a remote blasting system on this car, right?

Otherwise, what is the difference between her mouth and her open mouth?
"Yiyi, what was the sound just now? Did it hit somewhere?" Ms. Han asked nervously, "Yiyi, you didn't answer the phone while driving, did you?"

"I didn't drive, I parked the car, and the tires were all blown out by you." Fei got out of the car to check.

The first thing that catches the eye is the scrapped left front wheel.

Probably because the tires have worn down very thinly.

The tire blew out like a dead body.

Fei Yiban was very depressed: "Ms. Han, do you know how lethal your voice is?"

A supernatural event like a blown tire in the air must have nothing to do with the phone call made by Ms. Han and how he ravaged the car just now.

"It's fine if you don't open it, it's fine if you don't open it. Fortunately, when you went out, your mother read the almanac." Ms. Han breathed out, "Yi Yi, don't worry, I'll let Xiaomeng pick you up."

"Then what about this car?" Fei Yiban would not agree to such a proposal, "Isn't it over if I call roadside assistance?"

He didn't want to see Ms. Han at this time.

Some things, if you don't see them, you can pretend they didn't happen.

If you really see it, you may not be able to explain it clearly.

It was impossible for him to bring the dead chicken back to life, and he had to help explain it by the way—it was because it hadn't learned how to fly, and it wasn't because of the car god's lack of driving skills.

"It's a car that is going to be scrapped. You can just ask someone to help you scrap it and sell it as scrap iron." Ms. Han didn't feel the need to call road rescue across cities and provinces for a van that was about to be scrapped.

"I am looking for someone? Who am I looking for?" Fei Yiban was not interested in taking on such an errand, "If you want to sell scrap iron, you have to find someone to sell it yourself."

For a transaction of the level of buying and selling a racing car, Fei Dache might still consider it.

How could such a thing as selling scrap iron be worthy of his innate good looks...and his aristocratic temperament...and his title of car god.

"That's okay, mom and Xiaomeng go there together." Ms. Han said, "Yiyi, then mom should call Xiaomeng first."

After finishing speaking, Ms. Han hung up the phone without waiting for Fei Yiban to answer.

"..."

what happened?
What did he just say?
What's the situation now?
He recruited Ms. Han with just one sentence?
If Ms. Han comes, what's the point of all his hard work just now?
Will the people of Yijia Village say that he didn't hit the chicken, or will Ms. Han believe in his unparalleled driving skills?

Books are hard to find when they are used.

Soon, Ms. Han sent another voice message: "Yiyi, Xiaomeng helped your dad out to do some errands, there is no way to rush there now."

Fei Yiban patted his chest and let out a sigh of relief for the rest of his life.

That's right!
The driver in the factory, why do you always pick up and drop off the factory director's son?
They will not pay more wages, let alone please the son of the factory manager.

A worker should know how to maximize his own interests.

Get a salary and do a job.

To do too much is to succumb to unscrupulous capitalists.

Fei Dache typed furiously and replied: [It's okay, I can find a way to go back by myself. 】

Fei Yiban has made up his mind, and after replying to this message, he will call the towing company.

Before it was scrapped, it was still a van in the factory.

Such a conscientious van.

A "factory history witness" who has served the factory for nearly 20 years.

Isn't such a "meritorious" car worthy of a supercar-level towing service when it is at the end of its life?
How did the factory manager's wife do it?

When the factory manager is busy making money, shouldn't the factory manager's wife make the cold factory more humane?

If he hadn't been interested in the lock factory, he would have come back a long time ago and taught the director Fei Guochen how to manage his wife.

It's too late to say.

It was only the last "." Before finishing typing, Ms. Han's second voice came in again.

Fei Yiban stopped typing frantically, and clicked on the voice note sent by Ms. Han:

"Yiyi, wait a moment, your father and I are already on our way to Yijia Village to pick you up."

What?
Who's coming with whom?
The driver is not available, is the factory manager available?
Why is the factory manager more idle than the driver?

How did this factory manager work?

Do you not know that time is money and safety is life?
During working hours, as the leader of the third factory, he just left thousands of workers in the third factory and ran out.

Do you still want to make money?
Do you still have to pay next month's salary?

If there is any safety accident in the factory, who will be responsible for on-site guidance?

Nonsence!

Why do safety accidents happen in the factory?
Forget it, that's not the point.

Thousands of mistakes are all [Period Jun]'s fault.

His hand speed was only 0.01 second slower, and he didn't finish typing [Period Jun]'s nickname before Ms. Han spoke.

How did it turn into mother coming, and father following?

If he hadn't been interested in the lock factory, he would have come back a long time ago and taught the factory manager's wife how to train a qualified factory manager.

As a parent, why is there no one to worry about?

Forget it, now is not the time to care about your parents' ignorance.

Fei Yiban called back to Ms. Han before the situation got out of hand: "Why are you here? A flat tire is not a broken car, so I can find a place to fix it and then go back?"

"Your father and I are worried." Ms. Han continued, "Is there any place to change tires in the countryside?"

What is there to worry about?

Don’t worry about the videos being shot like that?

Does he really need to turn his car into an airplane to rest assured?

Fei Yiban was just about to argue with Ms. Han when he discovered that Yi Ming, who "flyed" into the co-pilot, had gotten off the car and came to him.

On one side is a mature, rigorous and steady personality.

On one side is the racing car that may be lost before even seeing its shadow.

Fei Yiban's mood was simply - more normal than normal.

"Mr. Fei, do you have a spare tire? I can change it for you." Yi Ming's volunteering voice rang in Fei's ears.

"Did you hear that? Someone wants to change the tire for me." Fei Yiban happily said to the phone, "I'll hang up first, what should you two do?"

Girl, once pulled from aesthetic opposites, it becomes cute.

"You know how to change tires?" Fei Yiban started to be surprised after hanging up the phone, "Is this also a necessary skill for tour guides?"

"It can be considered." Yi Ming said, "Nowadays there are some private groups, if there are only two or three people, the tour guide needs to be a part-time driver."

"Do you know how to drive?" Fei Yiban wanted to confirm whether Yi Ming was old enough to get a driver's license.

A person who claims to have been a tour guide is unlikely to be a minor, but the girlish face + Yujie's voice also makes Yi Ming's age a mystery.

"Not really." Yi Ming turned his attention back to Fei Yiban, "Do I need to change your tire?"

Fei Yiban reacted for a while, and began to regret that he had asked Yi Ming if he would drive.

This kind of unnutritious conversation, as soon as he uttered it, it seemed that he was interested in the village flower.

Does he have a supermodel complex?
"No need." After making up his mind, Fei Yiban hastily refused.

"Don't you have a spare tire?" Yi Ming asked.

"I'm not sure if this car has a spare tire, but listen to the sound of a flat tire just now, bang, bang." Fei Yiban closed his eyes, recalling the previous sound as if he was enjoying music.

"If you know cars well enough, you will know that it is the sound of two tires breaking one after another, which cannot be solved by a spare tire." Fei, racing engineer, Yiban rarely showed his professional skills.

If Yi Ming didn't understand anything, he, an F1 engineer, would not condescend to diagnose a flat tire on a van that is about to be scrapped.

People, with great power comes great responsibility.

Who says more skills don't overwhelm you?

It doesn't weigh you down, it's tiring!
The engineer from the University of Fei wanted to reduce his burden as much as possible: "It's still close to your village, so you can go back quickly before it gets dark."

It is true that there are many unsolved mysteries about Yi Ming, which are enough for him to be curious.

But what problem can curiosity solve?
Especially since he doesn't want to have anything to do with the egg girl who soiled his AJ1.

If we meet on another occasion, maybe we can chat about topics of common interest.

Now, women all over the world stand in front of him and let him choose, but none of them succeed in buying a racing car.

After all, a woman may use him as a spare tire, and the car will only be damaged by him.

Looking at Yi Ming's leaving back, Class Fei let out a long sigh of relief.

Isn't he just more handsome and richer?

As for the little girls, do they pester him when they see each other?

His home is only selling locks that can go around the earth and a half.

Not a very good family background.

Ms. Han sent another voice message to Class Fei.

To the effect that she and Papa Fei were still worried and wanted to rush over overnight to pick him up.

After the initial panic when he heard the news, Fei Yiban already had his own ideas.

After he called the tow truck over, he boarded the trailer together with the meritorious van, and then sent a real-time location sharing to Ms. Han.

He didn't believe that Ms. Han and Mr. Fei had to drive all the way to Yijia Village at night.

The problem that can be solved by a tow truck for a few thousand dollars, why waste hundreds of dollars for a tank of gas to pick him up by car?

Isn't a few hundred dollars money?
Is it that easy to make money?
How many locks do you have to sell to make a few hundred dollars in profit?
Fei Yiban, who is used to being thrifty, couldn't bear the behavior of his parents who treated money like dirt, so he could only call road rescue and towing companies one after another.

"Hello, we do not provide inter-provincial rescue services."

"Hello, we haven't started the cross-city towing service yet, we will inform you as soon as we have it."

You, you!

These days, the most impolite thing is that the kind of talking is yours.

Several harassing calls did not begin with "Sorry to bother you."

I know I'm sorry, why bother?
If you change the word Sao, you won't be beaten, right?

"Hello, your towing distance has exceeded our regular service range. If you still need to tow the truck in this situation, you have to pay the shipping fee for two round trips."

You, you, you, four you in one sentence.

There is only one more you, why is it so nice?
When young people speak, they should still use honorific titles more often.

If you don't, you can ask the egg girl for advice.

Nonsence!

What's the matter with a tour guide who can smash eggs?

"The driver made this trip back and forth, and charged twice, it must be right." Fei Yiban replied.

What kind of problem is a problem that money can solve?
Is he some thrifty housekeeper?

"Then you have to pay us half of the deposit first, which is the price for towing a car at this distance." The operator explained, "We will send a tow truck there. If you don't want it again, we can't explain it to the tow truck driver."

"It should be." Fei Yiban was very reasonable, "Do you want to transfer the deposit or give me a code?"

"It's at your convenience." The operator was also easy to talk to.

"It's more convenient for me to transfer money." Fei Yiban hasn't fully understood the ever-changing payment methods in China. He has downloaded them all, but he hasn't used them for a long time.

"Okay, I'll send you the account number later. You can just make a deposit." The operator said.

"Okay, no problem." Fei Yiban asked, "How long will it take for you to arrive?"

"We'll try to get there within four hours," the operator said.

"How long did you say?" Fei Yiban doubted his ears a little.

"Try to be within four hours, and it may take longer." The operator explained, "I need to confirm which drivers are available, where they are now, and whether I would like to go to your place."

Fei Yiban didn't want to talk anymore.

"I want to tell you that the time I confirmed is not counted within four hours." The operator explained in detail.

It doesn't sound like a liar.

How can a liar speak so much?
In four hours, his parents have all arrived in Yijia Village, why does he want to tow the truck?
These days, the most impolite thing is that the kind of talking is you, you, you!

　Thank you @神朝_梦叔 for rewarding the leader. Uncle Chuang is a liar, and he said before that he would only tip if he changed his status on the first day of publishing the book.

　　Congratulations to @靓鸿 for becoming the host of "Little Business".

　　
　
(End of this chapter)