Although they had a spare tire and repair tools in the vehicle, fixing it themselves would not have taken much effort. But Henry was wondering where that nail had come from—and why a local had appeared at just the right moment, willing to lend a hand. This would not turn out to be some kind of scam garage, would it?
Sometimes, kindness was merely bait to lure people into a trap, while greed blinded their eyes. Even what they saw with their own eyes might not be real; that was how scammers succeeded. The Kryptonian could not help becoming a little more cautious.
However, Henry had not been thinking for long before the kind local who had gotten out to inspect the vehicle impatiently said, "Friend, I don't know where you came from. But when you're traveling, you probably aren't carrying much cash on you, are you?
"I have a good idea that can help you. There are quite a few of you, and most of you are young, with only one elderly lady. Not far from here, there's a closed family entertainment center.
"This summer, the people in town have wanted to reopen it, but they haven't been able to find anyone to clean and repair the place. If you're willing, the five young people—one, two, three, four, five of you—can clean for one day and one night.
"You get paid for however much work you do. Tomorrow, I'll have someone drive the repaired vehicle over, and you can leave. The old lady will have to put up with working alongside the young people. What do you say? The people in town will cover the repair costs."
The way he rushed to lay out his proposal was like he was trying to force ducks onto a perch.
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