?Mobile reading Old Mr. Qin thought Qin Feng hadn't understood what he was saying. He extended his right hand, spread his fingers, and repeated in a slightly winded tone: "Fees, parking fee—five yuan!" Qin Feng absolutely understood, but was astonished that even in this remote place, where no one seems to pass by, someone was charging parking fees. Moreover, it was an elderly man, looking somewhere in his seventies or eighties, with nearly all his teeth missing. Please, could you assign a more professional attendant? He looked around, but found no signs indicating parking fees, nor any yellow lines marking parking spaces on the ground—so where exactly are you charging this money? "Who authorized you to charge parking fees here?" Qin Feng asked. The old man frowned and replied: "I've been charging everyone here—both large and small vehicles—whenever they park." "To prove his point, the old man lifted his right hand, holding a string of placards, and pointed at the electric three-wheelers ahead. 'See here,' he said, 'each vehicle has a plaque—parking charges are completely natural!' 'Go ahead and tell me about your "natural" charges,' I say. The traffic regulations clearly state that only parking lots with valid permits or those using electronic metering have the right to charge parking fees. Where did you even come from, then? 'Very well,' said Qin, the young man, 'show me your parking lot business license and your fee schedule.' The old man crossed his arms. 'You're talking about things that simply don't exist!' 'Without such documentation, how can you charge fees?' Qin said, being polite out of respect for the old man's age. If it were a younger person, he'd have already kicked him out. Charging fees without proper credentials—do you think you're some kind of king or that this is your personal patch of land?" Fang Fang, standing by, saw that the old man was so elderly and couldn't help feeling sympathetic. She reached into her wallet and said, "Five yuan, five yuan—it's settled!" "No," Qin Feng immediately declined without hesitation. "When it comes to expenses that are due, I won't be stingy. But for expenses that have no reason at all, not a single yuan will go!" The old man quickly replied, "I charge fees here because it's approved by the management of the shoe city!" "Then, please show me the approval document," Qin Feng said, extending his hand. The old man remained firm, saying, "Without the document you mentioned, I've always charged fees here!" Qin, the young man, made a compromise: "If you can't provide the document, at least issue me a receipt—charging for parking is absolutely standard, and issuing a receipt is equally standard!" The old man scoffed, "Without a receipt, I've never issued one when I charge fees here!" Good heavens—without proper documentation for reasonable charges, not even a formal parking facility, and yet you won't issue a receipt? You're better off going on strike! "Clear the way Qin Dashi's good mood was completely ruined by Meijuan and this old man. He frowned and said, "Get out of the way! I don't have time to waste here chatting with you!" When Qin Dashi refused to pay, the old man immediately replied, "I showed you the car, so why won't you pay?" "I showed you the car?" Qin Dashi said firmly. "That's up to you whether you let me show it or not. As long as I showed you the car, you have to pay." The old man began to insist and bicker, one hand resting on the glass window, clearly determined to keep Qin Dashi from leaving unless he paid. Fang Fang said politely, "Sir, when we parked, you never mentioned that there was a charge here. Only when we were about to leave did you come over to collect the fee. Isn't that unreasonable? If you had mentioned it earlier, we would have paid gladly—or perhaps we would have never stopped here at all!" "The old man didn't even argue—he scowled and said, 'Who told you to stop here? I never said there would be a charge. Who ever told you it was free? Pay up right now and get out of my way. Otherwise, you won't be moving at all!' Qin Feng was truly furious. He'd encountered unreasonable people before, but never anyone like this. How old is this man? Has he lived his whole life like a dog? At this point, he's nearly buried under the earth, yet he doesn't even try to accumulate a bit of good karma for himself. Opening the car door, Qin Feng pointed directly at the old man and said, 'I'll say it one more time—clear the way for me. Otherwise, I'll make sure you end up with a bruised and battered body!' Faced with Qin Da-Shao's intense gaze, the old man jumped back instinctively and took two steps backward. Qin Feng glared at him, then returned to the driver's seat. Just as he started the engine and was about to shift gears, the old man suddenly stepped in front of the car, shouting, 'Unless you pay, you won't be leaving. Show me some courage—press down on me "Even though Fang Fang is usually so patient, she's now furious: 'How can there be someone so unreasonable? This is absolutely outrageous!' 'Man, this old man is clearly taking it personally. I'll treat you like a patient who's been waiting for years.' He turned off the power again. Fang Fang immediately said, 'Don't be so impulsive. He's so much older—he'll stick like sticky glue if you move him at all!' 'I'm giving him a chance to stick,' Qin, the young man, said calmly. 'All my life, I've been the one who's always been in charge of others. Today, I'm being treated like a man half-way through his life's journey—someone who's already halfway to being buried. I simply can't bear this. You can rest assured—I'll break every single bone in his body today, and still, he'll have to pay us back!' With that, he leapt off the car and pointed angrily at the old man, 'Old man, this is your final chance—get out of here right now!' 'Show me some strength and I'll knock you out; if you're not up to it, then pay up.' The old man stood firm. 'Exactly Qin Feng kicked the old man squarely in the abdomen. Though the kick was delivered with resentment, the force was precisely controlled—breaking only four ribs, and after he fell, one of his legs snapped. It is indeed a traditional virtue of the Chinese to respect the elderly and care for the young, and such values should be upheld. Yet when faced with those who show disrespect to the old or neglect the young, it becomes a matter of upholding justice. These days, there are simply too many people who act entitled, more so than the impetuous young thugs. He himself feels that he has lived long enough, that his very existence now only burdens his children, and that death would finally bring relief. Yet as long as he is injured or dies at the hands of others, he sees immediate financial gain. Online and in the news, how many well-intentioned people who help an elderly person who has fallen end up not being recognized as Lei Feng-like heroes, but instead are sued for substantial damages? These incidents aren't entirely the result of those who show little respect for the elderly. This behavior can no longer be described merely as a moral decline. The old man didn't expect Qin Feng to intervene—he had been relying on his seniority and asserting his rights here before, not once or twice, regardless of who the other party was, even if they were officials, always ending up quietly paying up to resolve the matter.