"The parking fee is not arbitrary! Even the state-owned parking spaces in the downtown area are not that high. Besides, I have only parked for less than two hours. Why does she charge so much?"

"I argued with her at that time, but she kept yelling and kept charging me like this. I said OK, since you want to charge money, then show me the basis for charging. As long as there are regulations from the relevant units, how much should I pay?

Just give me as much as you want."

"She said no, and called a man to come over, threatening me and not letting me leave until I paid."

Yang Chao's narrative is simple and clear.

Hearing this, Hu Pingtao felt a little strange. He was not busy asking the old woman, but looked at Yang Chao doubtfully: "The office of Yinghong Community is next to here, why don't you go in and ask?"

As he spoke, Hu Pingtao pointed sideways to the Xinyan Hotel diagonally opposite.

Yang Chao is the kind of person who has a rather impatient temper. He slapped his thighs with both hands and shouted angrily: "Hey, don't mention it. I just thought that the community office was nearby, so I didn't argue with her. Close the door.

After locking the car, I went in to look for someone. But after asking around, the people inside either couldn't explain it clearly or simply didn't know anything."

After a pause, Yang Chao added: "By the way, officer, you made a mistake just now. This is not Yinghong Street Community, but Shangyi Community."

Hearing this, Hu Pingtao also had a look of surprise on his face: "Yes, yes, yes, I made a mistake. This is indeed Shangyi Community."

The forked street across the road is called Shangyi Street, which used to be grouped together with Yinghong Community. The city was rezoned the year before last, with the new cross central axis as the boundary, and the part that originally belonged to Dukou District was assigned to Panjiang District. From then on,

At that time, the two communities merged, and from then on there was only one "Shangyi Community" left.

Hu Pingtao had come here to do business before, and subconsciously thought that this was Yinghong Community. In addition, the Xinyan Hotel sign had long been removed, and the community sign faced the main street, which was exactly the opposite of here, so there was no

Think of it.

He frowned, glanced at the community office building across the lane, and said nothing.

I feel like this is something weird.

The land in front of us is obviously under the jurisdiction of Shangyi Community. Let’s not say how much the parking fee should be, but quarrels and disputes happened right under our noses, but the community management ignored it... This is obviously not right.

Thinking of this, Hu Pingtao turned around and stared at the old woman standing opposite Yang Chao.

I used to think that she should be around fifty years old, but now I look closely at the dense wrinkles on both sides of her eyes. She has a plump figure, high cheekbones, and very few white hairs, so she looks young at first glance, but her actual age should be fifty-five.

Above, even sixty.

Although the clothes she wears are cheap, they are very trendy in style: brightly colored rose red elastic tight shorts, a white chiffon shirt, nude high-heeled shoes with heels at least eight centimeters, and very thick makeup... In short, this is a

A very fashionable old woman.

While paying attention to various details, Hu Pingtao asked: "What is your name?"

"...My name is Wen Yongxian." The old woman hesitated and seemed a little nervous. Without waiting for Hu Pingtao to ask follow-up questions, she quickly defended: "The parking spaces nearby are under our control, and we must pay for parking."

"It's under the control of your family?" Hu Pingtao grasped this sentence keenly and asked: "Who are the people in your family and what specific jobs do they do?"

The old woman became more and more nervous. She stammered: "My man, and...my son..."

Hu Pingtao looked at him: "Where do they work?"

"...No...not at work." The old woman replied hesitantly: "We are here to guard the parking lot."

Hu Pingtao thought for a moment and decided to return the issue to parking fees.

He raised his finger to Yang Chao and continued to ask the old woman: "Did you record the time when he parked the car?"

The old woman licked her lips that were smeared with too much lipstick, and answered with some reluctance: "...forget it."

Hu Pingtao stretched out his right hand: "Show me the record voucher."

The old woman had a crescent-shaped Kun bag slung across her body. She unzipped it and took out a small, worn and yellowed book. She handed it over slowly with a hesitant and cautious look.

Hu Pingtao opened it and saw that the things recorded in the notebook were very complicated and messy: there were phone numbers, various random numbers, and some names of people and places... He turned directly to the latest record page and only saw a few

There were scrawled numbers and letters, but no license plate number.

He looked up at the old woman, frowned and asked, "Where is the parking record on this? I can't find it!"

The old woman quickly came over, pointed at the crooked "125" on the paper, and said hurriedly: "This, this is it!"

"Is this the parking time?" Hu Pingtao was confused and asked doubtfully: "Then why don't you write down the license plate number? How can you tell it clearly?"

"It's unmistakable." The old woman pointed to the seemingly inexplicable pattern in front of the numbers "one, two, five", turned around, pointed at Yang Chao's "GAC Trumpchi", and said seriously: "The front of his car

There was this on it, so I drew it as it was.”

Although it's not very similar, when she said it, it seemed like it was really the case.

Hu Pingtao understood and wanted to understand, but he still had to ask: "What about the number one, two, five? What's going on?"

The old woman explained: "He parked the car at 1:25, which is the same time I remembered. It was correct."

Hu Pingtao turned to Yang Chao: "When did you pick up the car? Tell me the specific time."

Yang Chao opened his mouth and replied: "After three-thirty... It seems to be three forty-two or forty-five... In short, it will not exceed three fifty."

Once the time is clarified, it will be less troublesome to solve the problem.

Hu Pingtao looked down at the notebook in his hand and faced the old woman: "Wen Yongxian...he parked for no more than three hours. What is your basis for charging him 30 yuan for parking?"

"According to the "Provincial Road Parking Charge Standards" promulgated last year, on-street parking charges are divided into three levels according to regional divisions."

"Daytime hours in Category 1 areas: from 8 a.m. to 8 p.m., the fee is four yuan per half hour. Night time hours, from 8 p.m. to 8 a.m. the next day, are five yuan per hour."

"In Category II areas, the price is RMB 2.5 per half hour during the day and RMB 4 per hour at night."

"Then there are three types of areas, which charge two yuan every half hour during the day, three yuan for the first hour at night, and two yuan per hour thereafter."

Hu Pingtao's memory is very powerful. He knows all the relevant regulations by heart and picks them up at will... Both Wang Xiongjie and Lei Yue admire his ability in this area. Especially Wang Xiongjie, who often says bitterly

:How did your kid's head grow? It's really scary.

When Yang Chao heard this, he immediately became happy. He asked the old woman, "Yes! The first-class area only charges eight yuan per hour during the day. Even if you park for three hours, it's only twenty-four yuan. I parked for more than two hours."

, you even wrote it down in your notebook, why should you charge me thirty?"

Wen Yongxian's face turned red. She was anxious and angry. It was obvious that she couldn't make any sense. She simply put her left hand on her waist and pointed at Yang Chao with her right hand and shouted: "I've always been like this. What's wrong with the rules? I don't

You know, but you have nothing to do with me. Anyway, you are not allowed to leave today without taking a gun, and you cannot lose even one cent of thirty dollars."

Yang Chao was also anxious: "What are you talking about? Who do you think you are? How dare you say that in front of the police, you... you are not charging parking fees at all, you are directly robbing!"

Hu Pingtao was also angry. He controlled his emotions, stared at the old woman, and asked coldly: "You said you were here to collect parking fees. Then you should have an invoice, right?"

Hearing the word "invoice", Wen Yongxian became more and more irritated: "I left the invoice at home, but I didn't take it with me."

Hu Pingtao said seriously: "Requesting an invoice is the right of all consumers. If you don't have one, go back and get it!"

The old woman glared at him and said arrogantly: "You policemen are all bandits. Is it easy for me to collect this amount of money? I also need an invoice... I didn't bring it with me if I told you to. I'll give it to you another day."

Hu Pingtao was very calm and did not get angry: "Since you said so, I can only follow the procedures. Come with me and go to the police station to talk!"

The three words "police station" had an extremely strong deterrent effect on the old woman. She suddenly panicked and said hurriedly: "Don't...that...the invoice is...yes. Just wait a moment, I'll type it."

Call someone to deliver it."

She took out her mobile phone from her bag, dialed the number, and whispered a few words.

About five minutes later, a sturdy young man appeared at the alley.

He was about thirty years old, with a sinewy face. He looked a bit fierce when he first appeared, but when he saw Hu Pingtao and Li Yuanhai in uniform, his expression suddenly became a little unnatural.

Soon he came closer and the man lowered his voice and asked: "Mom, who wants an invoice?"

The old woman raised her finger and pointed at Yang Chao and said angrily: "That's him! He's not even willing to pay the parking fee of 30 yuan. He's a poor man."

Yang Chao got angry when he heard this: "Who are you scolding?"

The man obviously didn't want to cause trouble, so he quickly stopped the old woman who was about to have a fit, stuffed two parking tickets over her, and waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, okay, my mother is getting old, so don't be the same as her. You

Give me ten yuan and leave quickly!"

Hu Pingtao looked on with cold eyes and said calmly: "Didn't you say thirty yuan before? Why did it become ten yuan when I got here?"

The look on the man's face was a little ugly. He forced out a smile and explained in a low voice: "Well... my mother is old and her brain is not very clear. She can't tell the difference between more money and less money, and she can't remember too much.

Please understand the rules."

This is quite reasonable.

Hu Pingtao ignored him and turned to Yang Chao: "Show me the invoice."

Yang Chao handed it over as instructed, and Hu Pingtao took it in his hand and looked at it carefully.

Later, he returned the invoice to Yang Chao.

"Okay, now that we have the invoice, the matter is settled for today."

Hu Pingtao turned to the man: "We have rules when dispatching the police. The person involved must leave his name and phone number."

The man nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay. My name is Xu Qiang and I live next door. This is the phone number."

He said a string of numbers.

Hu Pingtao asked both parties involved to sign the transcript.

…

On the way back, Li Yuanhai was driving an electric car. He was puzzled and asked: "Director, is the matter just now considered settled?"
To be continued...