novelinnhs Chapter 280 A Faint Mark You want me for 10,000?
Chapter 280 A Faint Mark You want me for 10,000?
Ye Fan asked again in a cold voice, "I'm asking you, how much does it cost to make one?"
After stammering for a while, the blond-haired man finally said, "At least...at least ten thousand! Not a penny less!"
Ye Fan's lips curled into a cold smile: "Oh? A shallow mark, ten thousand?"
He knows the market all too well.
Generally, shallow scratches that haven't reached the base coat can be repaired at a regular auto repair shop for a fee of tens to 200 yuan. If the top coat is damaged but the base coat isn't exposed, a partial paint repair at a dealership will cost at most a thousand yuan.
This blond guy clearly thought Chen Chulin was easy to bully and was making exorbitant demands.
"Okay." Ye Fan nodded readily, handed the bank card to Chen Chulin behind him, and whispered, "Linlin, there's a bank up ahead. Go withdraw 30,000 yuan in cash. The PIN is six zeros."
Although Chen Chulin was distressed about the money, she was also afraid of escalating the conflict, so she quickly nodded and ran to the bank branch not far away.
A few minutes later.
She ran back with three stacks of brand-new 100-yuan bills.
Ye Fan took the money, and under the greedy and smug gaze of the blond-haired man, he threw the wad of cash at his chest: "Take it."
Huang Mao instinctively caught the heavy ten thousand yuan, a triumphant smile just appearing on his face.
The next second, Ye Fan did something that left everyone dumbfounded!
He grabbed Chen Chulin's hand, took out the keys, and, holding her hand, scratched the door of the brand-new white Land Rover.
Sizzle—!
A sharp, piercing metallic scraping sound rang out! A deep, long scratch ran from the front fender all the way to the rear of the car! The white mark reflected glaringly in the sunlight!
"Holy shit!!!" The blond-haired guy's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, letting out a pig-like scream, "You're fucking insane! Stop it!!!"
Ye Fan ignored her, his eyes cold, and pulled the still bewildered Chen Chulin along as they continued to walk around the car.
Sizzle—Sizzle—!
The hood, the other door, the trunk lid... the ear-piercing scraping sounds were incessant!
Ugly, deep scratches, like hideous scars, quickly covered the once pristine white body! Under the sunlight, the brand-new Land Rover instantly became a sorry sight!
"Enough!!" The blond-haired man, clutching the money, tried to rush forward to stop them, but didn't dare to actually lay a hand on them. He jumped up and down in frustration, his face turning a deep purplish-red. "You...you're deliberately damaging property! I'm calling the police!!"
Ye Fan finally stopped what he was doing and put the key back in his pocket.
He leisurely brushed non-existent dust off his hands, turned around, and his gaze swept like a blade over the furious blond-haired man:
"Call the police? Sure."
Ye Fan's voice was chilling: "Don't want the money? Then give it back to me, and I'll fix your car. And do you really think I'm stupid? You want 10,000 yuan for a shallow scratch? 500 is already outrageous. Since you want so much, I'll give it to you. If you want it, then shut up and stand there."
Ye Fan took a step forward, the powerful pressure causing the blond-haired man to instinctively retreat: "Either call the police! You were the one who extorted ten thousand yuan from us! The choice is yours!"
Huang Mao, clutching the money, was unwilling to let go, but he had no reason to stop him. He knew that what he was doing was indeed extortion, and he stood aside, his face turning red with embarrassment.
Ye Fan asked, "Have you had enough? Do you want to keep paddling?"
He stared into Ye Fan's unfathomable, unwavering eyes, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. This man didn't care about money at all! If this ruthless character really held a grudge, he could easily make him pay dearly!
Huang Mao hurriedly said, "B-Big Brother, I was wrong, I didn't recognize your greatness! Let's just forget about it, it's all a misunderstanding! A misunderstanding! Look, your wife's hands are all red from being scratched."
Ye Fan's eyes were indifferent: "Misunderstanding? Then apologize for what you said when you got out of the car and cursed at people."
The blond-haired man immediately understood and bowed repeatedly to the still-shaken Chen Chulin, saying in an extremely sincere tone, "I'm sorry! Sister-in-law! I'm so sorry! I was so mean! I was such a bastard! I shouldn't have said that to you! Please forgive me, don't hold it against trash like me! I apologize!"
The word "sister-in-law" was uttered particularly loudly and smoothly.
Looking at the once fierce-looking blond-haired man now bowing and scraping, and then at Ye Fan standing tall and aloof beside her, who had been her protector, Chen Chulin felt her initial fear replaced by a great sense of security and triumph.
She tugged at Ye Fan's sleeve and whispered, "Honey, let's go."
I've vented enough.
(Some might say this is a bit nouveau riche, but I want to say don't just talk the talk. In reality, you'd be happier than anyone else.)
......
Ye Fan, with Chen Chulin in his arms, was preparing to leave the mess and the blond-haired man with the mournful face.
Just then.
"Hey! You over there! Wait a minute!"
A young male voice, tinged with a hint of mockery and excitement, rang out.
Two figures walked quickly towards them.
The leader was a young man wearing a flashy printed T-shirt, limited edition sunglasses, and his hair was dyed an exaggerated silver-gray. He had a cynical smile on his lips.
Behind him followed a burly man in a black tactical vest, expressionless, with sharp, eagle-like eyes, who was carrying a heavy red fire extinguisher!
Ye Fan and Chen Chulin both stopped and looked at the sudden pair with puzzlement.
The young man walked a few steps up to the blond-haired guy who was clutching the money, looking at his beloved car with a tearful expression, grinned, revealing a set of white teeth: "Dude, don't be in such a hurry to pay! Count me in, I'll add another ten thousand!"
Before he finished speaking, he magically pulled out a stack of equally crisp hundred-yuan bills from his pocket and slapped them precisely onto the pile of money in the blond-haired man's arms!
His movements were as graceful as if he were giving a tip.
The blond-haired man was completely stunned. Holding the 20,000 yuan, his mind went blank: "I...I don't run a convenience store, bro..."
He really had the worst luck today. He was just parking his car, what did he do to deserve this?
Before the blond guy could react, something even more explosive was about to happen!
"Ah Long! Guy!" Wu Shaojie roared excitedly.
The burly man behind him remained expressionless, his arm muscles bulging, as he effortlessly tossed the heavy fire extinguisher to Wu Shaojie like a toy.
"Alright!" Wu Shaojie caught it, his eyes flashing with a destructive glint that was almost childlike.
He weighed the fire extinguisher in his hand, and without saying a word, swung his arm and smashed it at the Land Rover that was already covered in scratches.
Clang!
A deafening crash! The hard metal base of the fire extinguisher slammed into the windshield! Spiderweb-like cracks instantly erupted from it!
Whoosh—!
Wu Shaojie was like a frenzied drummer, using a fire extinguisher as a drumstick, relentlessly blasting at the remaining car glass!
The ear-piercing sounds of breaking glass and the clanging of metal were incessant, and shards of glass flew everywhere in the sunlight, creating a visually striking scene!