Seeing Uncle Ren standing not far away with a shabby travel bag, Wu Bei hurried over.

Wu Bei took the travel bag from him and asked in confusion: "Uncle, why did you come?"

"Unfortunate..."

Uncle Ren threw the sweat beads on his forehead and briefly told the story.

It turned out that he took a long-distance bus back to Chong City in the afternoon. He had a cold and took a few more pills. When he woke up, he had arrived at the passenger terminal and the door was locked, causing the old man to slid the windows and climb the walls.

The passenger terminal is not far from the wholesale market, and there is no taxi at this point, so Uncle Ren ran to Wu Bei with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

"Uncle, you have some rest first. I still have something to do on this side. I will accompany you after I finish my work."

Wu Bei carried his travel bag and called Uncle Ren to walk to the courtyard.

"The tires are flat?"

Uncle Ren tilted his head and looked at the truck, then walked straight over.

"That's not what I do. Get up and see me!"

Uncle Ren pulled out Luohu, who was fiddling with the jack, supported him very skillfully, and then pressed him down.

In less than ten seconds, the tires that were broken by the truck were suspended in the air.

"Uncle, let's go find a tire picker!"

Seeing this posture, Qi Jinlong and Wang Shun quickly turned around and ran away.

"What kind of tire picking machine is not only slow but also consumes electricity. Get me a short crowbar, an inflatable pump and tire replenishment are enough!"

Uncle Ren squatted on the ground, observed his expression carefully for a few seconds, and waved his hand to indicate.

Wu Bei came over unexpectedly: Uncle, how can you repair the tire?

"Remove the word Ah, I have been the captain of the car team for more than ten years. I can handle this small problem with my eyes closed!"

Uncle Ren slightly turned the tire and spoke in a low voice: "It's too unethical. If you burn the nails red, the outer tire will not be affected. The inner tube will definitely make the mouth hot."

"Can you make up for it?"

Luohu asked, biting his mouth.

Uncle Ren stretched out five fingers and said lightly: "Add one in five minutes. Timeout is considered a regression in my skills. You guys set up the headlights for me, and prepare a large washbasin and file with half a basin of water. Oh, by the way, I will give you a whole stutter, so I feel so hungry!"

With the guidance of professionals, everyone immediately started to work hard.

After a while, the lights outside the yard were brightly lit.

Uncle Ren is responsible for replenishing the tires, and the others either start or remove the tires. Even Zhao Nianxia, ​​Eleven and Old Lady Ma are all on the battlefield.

In the early morning when the temperature dropped sharply, everyone was busy and sweating.

As dawn approaches, at around 4:30, the emergency repair work finally came to an end, and only two or three cars have not yet been repaired.

Uncle Ren could no longer bear it. He sat on the ground, panting and beating his waist down. His clothes and pants were soaked in sweat, and his whole body was like he was fished out of the water tank.

After all, he is no longer young, and his figure is a bit bloated. He has been squatting for a long time and his spine and back hurt like millions of little bugs biting at the same time.

"Little bald man, you said you did it!"

Uncle Ren signaled Luohu with a painful expression.

"No, I'll see it!"

Luohu smiled carelessly and quickly used a crowbar to pick off a tire. Although it was not very straightforward, it was quite sensible.

"Uncle, have a drink of water! I asked Mrs. Ma to go down to you, very soon!"

Wu Bei felt distressed and rubbed the old man's shoulders and back while handing over the bottle of mineral water.

He was so busy that he was hungry all night, but he didn't even have time to breathe, let alone things.

"Xiao Wu, you have to be more careful. No matter who you want to mess with, you will definitely not give up if you fail to succeed if you work so much!"

Uncle Ren was so thirsty that he drank several large mouthfuls of mineral water before burping out loud.

"Well, I'll pay attention!"

Wu Bei responded with a head-on response.

“Beebee…”

At this moment, several tool trucks filled with repair equipment flickered from far to near with double flashes.

A large group of strong men wearing "Brother Auto Parts" maroon work clothes jumped down from the car.

One of the middle-aged men in a white shirt and black trousers looked out of place in the crowd.

As soon as he got in the taxi, his eyes turned around, as if he was looking for someone.

"Langco!"

Zhao Nianxia just walked out of the yard, jumped over and ran over, and complained in a coquettish way: "Why are you here? The car has been repaired!"

The man touched Zhao Nianxia's hair in a doting way and explained: "I don't know who was too stupid to stop an excavator on the way he came, blocking the road tightly."

"Then what?"

Zhao Nianxia asked curiously.

"I asked my brothers to dismantle the forklift! No screw is intact, and then someone is pulled to the scrap purchase station, and the waste will be rewarded!"

The man responded with a smile, as if he was saying that he had just opened a courier.

The domineering and banditry spirit that emanates from the inside out is not something that ordinary people can imitate.

The man immediately asked, "Why don't you go back to Keguo?"

"Oh, I'm talking so much!"
Chapter completed!