area51novel Chapter 87 Hitchhiking isn't a business.
Chapter 87 Hitchhiking isn't a business.
Fei Xiang didn't have much time.
Zhang Jinhui had no choice but to rush to the finance department to get a large sum of cash, pack it in a box, and head to the location Fei Xiang had mentioned.
This place was hard to find, it was very remote, and he had to take a detour before he finally found the right place.
When I arrived, there were already two groups of people waiting there.
The one leading the group was Chen Zhida, the owner of Zhida Auto Dealership, whom Zhang Jinhui knew.
The person following behind him was probably his driver.
Upon seeing Chen Zhida appear here, Zhang Jinhui was taken aback at first, and then he understood what was going on.
The other party must have had their driver kidnapped, just like him.
Another group, even larger in number, was led by a fat man who smiled very amiably.
This must be Fei Xiang, who called.
Upon seeing Zhang Jinhui appear, Fei Xiang said in surprise.
"Boss Zhang, where are your men?"
Zhang Jinhui's heart skipped a beat; the other party knew exactly what he looked like.
He nodded slightly toward Chen Zhida, his face expressionless.
"After you pay, I'll send someone over to drive it."
"Oh~"
Fei Xiang drawled out his words and didn't ask any more questions.
He turned around, took a calculator out of the car, and started typing rapidly while muttering to himself.
"Jinhui Car Rental has twelve cars and twelve drivers, according to the agreed price..."
Chen Zhida suddenly spoke up at that moment.
"I don't want him anymore."
Fei Xiang stopped pressing the calculator and slowly raised his head.
He was still smiling, but it had become somewhat stiff.
"Boss Chen, what did you say?"
"I said, I don't want the person anymore."
Chen Zhida gritted his teeth.
"Let them fend for themselves."
"A bunch of good-for-nothings who are more likely to cause trouble than anything else; keeping them around is just a nuisance."
"Boss Chen."
Fei Xiang placed the calculator on the roof of the car and slowly walked two steps toward Chen Zhida.
"My boss, Brother Crow, said, you can't refuse."
Zhang Jinhui didn't say anything, but his heart sank suddenly.
In truth, he certainly wanted to save that money.
With those millions, you could gamble in Macau, or hire a few more foreign women. Wouldn't that be better than redeeming this bunch of troublemakers?
"Why should I?!"
Chen Zhida was very excited.
"Are you trying to force a sale?"
"Huh~"
Fei Xiang laughed out loud and gently patted Chen Zhida's stiff cheek.
"Boss Chen, you're absolutely right. It's perfectly normal for us gangsters to engage in forced buying and selling."
He was still smiling, but his face betrayed a hint of mockery.
"Don't forget, you and your car are now in my hands."
Chen Zhida's face turned from red to white, and he opened his mouth but didn't dare to make a sound.
The transaction continues.
After counting the money, Fei Xiang didn't take the extra money with him. Instead, he returned it to Zhang Jinhui and Chen Zhida.
This surprised Zhang Jinhui somewhat.
Fei Xiang picked up two boxes full of cash, turned around and handed them to his underlings behind him.
He turned around and waved to the two car dealership owners.
"Everyone, the payment and goods are settled."
"The people and the car are in the warehouse at the back; you can take them yourselves."
"By the way, you two bosses, tell your drivers to behave themselves from now on, especially..."
"In Wan Chai territory."
He emphasized his last sentence before getting into the car and leaving with his entourage.
As they drove away, the driver behind Chen Zhida spat out a "pui" and looked at them with disdain.
"You little bastard, what's so arrogant about you?"
Chen Zhida turned around abruptly, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at him.
"Damn it!"
"Why didn't you fart when they were here?!"
"Now you're being so smug, spouting 'hindsight' advice?!"
The driver shrank back and didn't dare to say a word.
Chen Zhida, panting heavily, looked at Zhang Jinhui.
"What did his last few sentences mean?"
"have no idea."
Zhang Jinhui shook his head; he was completely baffled as well.
......
At the entrance of the shopping mall.
A long line of people waited anxiously at the taxi stand.
Ah Jian turned to look at his wife with a puzzled expression.
"Honey, don't you think there are a lot of people today?"
He's gone shopping with his wife before, but why are there so many people in the taxi today?
"What kind of people are there?"
Ah Jian's wife saw through the truth at a glance.
"There are too few cars."
"Um?"
Ah Jian asked in confusion.
"Yeah?"
"Of course."
Ah Jian's wife pointed to the cars that were being fought over.
"In the past, there would be one every now and then, but today it takes forever to get one."
Ah Jian was stunned for a moment, then looked closely and realized it was true.
"Wife, you're so smart."
"Of course."
Ah Jian's wife proudly raised her head.
Just then, another red taxi slowly drove up.
The car window rolled down, and the driver, with his hair slicked back, had half his arm resting on the window frame, a cigarette between his fingers, while his other hand lazily rested on the steering wheel.
"Feed—!!"
The crowd immediately stirred, with countless hands reaching for the car door.
"I was here first! I'm going to North Point!"
"Bullshit! I'm ahead of you in line! I'm going to Happy Valley!"
"Shut up! I'm going to Shau Kei Wan, the furthest!"
The driver listened to the chaotic shouting and a smile appeared on his lips.
He took another drag of his cigarette, then casually nodded toward the crowd.
"What's all the noise about?"
"Do you think this is a market where you haggle? That shouting will get you anywhere?"
He scoffed.
"Isn't the point of driving a car to make money?"
"Come."
He raised his chin, speaking as casually as if he were ordering food.
"Report the location one by one and quote the price."
"I'll take whoever has a long journey and whose price suits my taste."
"The rest... just wait for the next one."
Ah Jian's wife: (·A·)
She stared in disbelief, instinctively tugging at Ah Jian's sleeve and lowering her voice.
"Honey... are all taxi drivers this...imposing these days?"
Ah Jian's face paled as he recalled yesterday's ordeal, and he nodded with lingering fear.
"You think this is even good..."
The crowd outside the car erupted in uproar, with many people cursing and swearing as they backed away.
However, a few passengers who were in a hurry or had children with them still endured the situation and started quoting prices.
"I'm going to Quarry Bay, add fifty!"
"I'm going to Taikoo, add eighty!"
The driver listened, tapping his fingers lightly on the steering wheel, his face expressionless.
Just as a mother holding her child trembled as she announced, "Go to Sai Wan Ho, add one hundred,"
Suddenly, the outer perimeter of the crowd was violently pushed aside by a force.
Four men squeezed in.
They were dressed in ordinary T-shirts and jeans, but their exposed arms were covered with hideous tattoos.
The leader was a burly man with a buzz cut. He walked straight to the driver's side window and leaned down.
Upon seeing this, the driver's expression changed to one of undisguised impatience.
He glanced at the burly man with the buzz cut from head to toe, his eyes full of disdain.
"Hello!"
The driver pointed at the burly man with his hand holding a cigarette, quite rudely.
"What are you doing? Get in line! Are you blind?"
The burly man with the buzz cut wasn't angry; instead, he grinned.
"Let's hitch a ride."
"It's a burly man," he said, his voice booming.
The driver snorted and threw the half-smoked cigarette out the window.
He leaned back in his seat, crossed his arms, and raised his chin even higher.
"Hmph, hitch a ride? Didn't you hear the rules?"
"I'll give a ride to whoever has the shortest route and pays the most!"
He spoke rapidly and arrogantly.
"You, give me the location and the price!"
"If you don't like it, get out! Don't get in my way of doing business!"
The burly man with the buzz cut exclaimed "Wow!" and his smile widened.
He thought about it slowly for a moment, then leaned closer to the car window, lowered his voice, and spoke at a volume that everyone around him could hear.
"I'm going to Jardine Street."
He paused, and under the increasingly impatient gaze of the driver, he slowly and deliberately quoted the price.
"10 yuan."