199: Chapter 199 Standoff

"Still no. Brothers, when the leaders gave the order, they told us not to leave for a moment."

"Even if you need to relieve yourself, do it in your pants."

As the two spoke, they were serious, without sarcasm, without arrogance, only helplessness.

Wang Lin chuckled in anger. He finally understood the meaning of the phrase, 'It's easier to deal with the King of Hell than with the imps.'

They were polite to you, but they wouldn't adapt at all, nor would they do anything practical.

They couldn't see the troubles and suffering of ordinary people at all.

Just follow the rules, seek no merit but avoid blame.

Even if you are over 90 years old and confined to bed, you still have to come to the site for facial recognition.

He took out his phone, found the number for the West Lake Scenic Area Management Company, and called it.

If this matter isn't handled properly, it will not only dissatisfy so many tourists and ruin their experience.

It will also cause Hang City's tourism industry to enter a cold winter.

At first, Wang Lin only wanted to resolve the matter quickly so that Young Master Ping's teacher could enjoy his trip.

As long as he found the scenery beautiful and had a good time, writing a song shouldn't be a problem.

Now he no longer thought that way.

It's likely that the incident of 'Hang City closing roads without notifying tourists, causing congestion' has already gone viral online.

"Manager Hu, who authorized the road closure here at Broken Bridge and Remaining Snow, and why was there no announcement?"

"Why didn't we report it to the Culture and Tourism Bureau?"

His tone was not good as he questioned.

The staff of the Hangzhou Municipal Bureau of Culture and Tourism were very familiar with the main management personnel of the major scenic spots.

Manager Hu had just finished a busy period and drank a glass of water when he received a call saying that someone had closed a road in the scenic area.

Just as he was about to go deal with it, he received Wang Lin's call.

He thought someone had complained to the Culture and Tourism Bureau, and immediately panicked, not daring to delay for a moment.

"Section Chief Wang, no one submitted a road closure application to us. I will immediately rush to the scene to check the specific situation.

I will definitely handle this matter and then report back to you."

"Come over quickly, I'm already on site. I'll watch you handle it in person."

Hu Fei's expression changed upon hearing this. He hung up the phone and rushed out.

If this kind of thing isn't handled well, as long as there are casualties, his position as manager would likely be over.

There would be no escaping it.

Soon, a sightseeing car headed towards Broken Bridge and Remaining Snow.

Besides Hu Fei, there were five scenic area security guards in the car.

Upon reaching the fork in the road leading to the bridge, one security guard got out of the car and began to stop tourists, preventing them from continuing towards the 'Broken Bridge' direction.

He kept apologizing sincerely.

The closer to the bridge, the more people there were.

Hu Fei's sightseeing car could no longer move forward.

He got out of the car and, with four security guards, squeezed into the crowd.

By the time he reached the road closure point, he was already drenched in sweat.

Wang Lin had waited for a long time, his face growing increasingly grim.

"Section Chief Wang, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." Hu Fei apologized before he even caught his breath.

"Stop with the pleasantries, deal with the matter first. If you're going to apologize, apologize to the tourists." Wang Lin said with a stern face.

Facing the tourists, Hu Fei held a megaphone, "Dear tourists, I apologize. This incident is due to our poor management, and we will definitely give everyone a satisfactory answer."

Some bolder tourists, who were also full of pent-up frustration, spoke up.

"We came here with high expectations, but the experience was really terrible. I really want to give you a five-star bad review."

"Exactly, exactly. I came from that remote corner of the Northeast to play, but I didn't see or do anything, just got a belly full of anger."

...

The tourists expressed their dissatisfaction in a cacophony of voices.

Wang Lin watched Hu Fei handle it from the side, frowning deeply, empathizing with the tourists' complaints.

He also stepped forward and promised, "Everyone, listen to me. My name is Wang Lin, and I'm from the Hangzhou Municipal Bureau of Culture and Tourism."

"Originally, I was also here for tourism today, as you can tell from my clothes. My feelings are the same as yours."

"Please rest assured, our Culture and Tourism Bureau will investigate this matter thoroughly."

His words calmed the agitated tourists on site.

He then gave Hu Fei a look.

Hu Fei understood and instructed the three security guards who had come with him, "Remove the roadblocks and let the tourists through. Be quick."

"What are you doing? These are our roadblocks. You can't remove them without orders."

Although the two members of the variety show crew recognized them as scenic area personnel, they had not received a call from their leader, so they had no choice but to push forward.

Hu Fei glared at the two, sternly saying, "I don't care who you are! Your actions are suspected of disrupting public order and violating the 'Public Security Administration Punishment Law' and scenic area management regulations! If you don't cooperate, we will call the police and pursue accountability!"

"Get to it, what are you waiting for?" Hu Fei then ordered his three security guards.

They finally stopped hesitating and began to dismantle the roadblocks.

Of the two program crew members, one was about to step forward to stop them but was pulled back by the other.

He looked at Hu Fei, "What do you mean we committed a crime? We're just following orders. If you remove our roadblocks, you'll have to come with us to see our leader, and compensate us for our losses."

"Fine, let's go! I also want to meet your so-called leader."

Hu Fei finished speaking and followed.

Wang Lin did too.

On the bridge, a director was filming a male traffic star dancing.

Next to him stood a woman in her forties.

Both were looking at the camera at this moment.

The woman spoke, "Tsk, tsk, that dance is really good!"

"That butt wiggle..."

"That flying kiss..."

"That orchid finger pose..."

"That heart gesture..."

"Hey, hey, hey, who are you? Who allowed you to come over?"

The woman saw Hu Fei, Wang Lin, and the two staff members on the monitor screen and immediately became furious.

"Zhang San, Li Si, do you two not want to work anymore? Who told you to bring them over?"

The woman was very angry. No one would be in a good mood when interrupted at the height of their excitement.

Hu Fei was surprised, not knowing who this woman was, daring to be so presumptuous on his territory?

"Who are you? Why are you setting up roadblocks randomly in my scenic area? If you don't explain clearly, don't blame me for being impolite."

He was also full of anger.

The woman heard that Hu Fei was a scenic area manager. Although she didn't know his specific rank, her attitude finally softened slightly, and her brows relaxed.

"We are the filming crew for 'Mango TV''s variety show, 'i just love traffic stars'. We're here today to film and promote your scenic area."

"Not only are you not grateful, but you're also interrupting our filming?"

"I don't care who you are. The scenic area didn't invite you, and you didn't report it, yet you arbitrarily closed the road, causing injuries to tourists. If you don't give an explanation, don't blame me for calling the police and sending you all to the station."

Hu Fei knew of "Mango TV"; it had a considerable reputation, but he had always disliked its style.

As for the program 'i just love traffic stars', he had never even heard of it.

Just then, a piercing scream startled several people.

The traffic star who had just been dancing was squatting on the ground in pain, wailing continuously.

The woman immediately rushed over, her face full of worry, "Yuan Qing, what's wrong? Where do you feel unwell?"

Hu Fei and Wang Lin also followed. Such a miserable scream made them equally afraid something had happened.

The three came to the man's side.

The woman kept checking Yuan Qing's body, finding no issues, and then asked again with concern.

"Is it a stomach ache or...?"

Yuan Qing, with a sobbing voice, raised his right hand and said aggrievedly, "My hand, look at my hand..."