When Wang Ye was talking to the three men who had gotten out of the Jetta, the people at the repair shop were sizing them up as well.
The skinny owner looked at the three tough-looking men, then at the black Jetta behind them. Naturally, he did not forget to check the license plate.
The plate showed that it was also a car from the capital. These people were probably acquainted with the "rich kid" in the Mercedes-Benz, but that young rich kid did not seem to know them...
The relationships were a bit of a mess. The repair shop owner's brain was not quite keeping up.
But none of that mattered!
This was his turf. So what if they were from the capital? Once they got here, a dragon had to coil up, and a tiger had to lie down!
Was he merely an ordinary repair shop owner?
Obviously not. Otherwise, how could he have opened a repair shop in a service area? Without connections and backing, who would dare do this kind of business?
If things really came to a head, his cousin, who was the police station chief in Chengguan Town of a nearby county, could pull some strings!
So he was not panicking. He merely stood by and watched, wanting to see what these newcomers intended to do.
No matter what, that Mercedes-Benz was not going anywhere. This money was as good as his!
"Right, my surname is Liu. Mr. Wang, you can just call me Big Liu," the man from the Jetta said to Wang Ye with a smile.
Then he turned to the repair shop owner, his expression turning serious.
He did not speak to the owner right away. Instead, he took two steps forward to inspect what had happened to Wang Ye's