The atmosphere inside the car was quite bizarre.
The taxi driver kept looking in the rearview mirror.
Because that dark-faced strong man had stopped smiling like he did when negotiating the price and instead looked quite fierce.
And all four passengers in the car were big men.
At first, they pretended not to know each other, but once on board, it was clear they were all headed to the same place, haggling so seriously, and even going to such a remote village that required navigation...
The driver inadvertently met Zhang Yanping's eyes and instantly dared not look in the rearview mirror anymore, instead he cleared his throat:
"Ahem—well, nowadays it's convenient to go out, it's all about scanning codes for transfers... I haven't received any cash for the whole day, I've only got fifty yuan in change in my pocket..."
Isn't that stating the obvious? Thieves are going to be out of a job at this rate.
But well, perhaps the driver was just chatty!