"Master, Huaken Golden Seat, do you want to go?"
The driver looked at her and hesitated for a moment. Yang Zhao thought he was refusing again, but the driver nodded to her after a moment of silence, and said in a low voice, "Get in the car."
Yang Zhao couldn't believe her ears. She said to the driver, "Great, wait for me! I have something to move." Yang Zhao had to speak loudly so that his voice could be heard through the thunder and rain. in each other's ears.
Yang Zhao didn't care about the umbrella anymore, she carried the suitcase to the side of the car, stuffed the suitcase into the back seat, then walked around to the passenger seat and got on the car.
The windows were rolled up, the doors were closed, and the heavy rain was finally cut off.
Yang Zhao was drenched all over, and got wet as soon as he sat down on the chair. She obviously noticed this too, and she said to the driver a little embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I'm too wet, I'll give you more fare later."
The driver shook his head, "No need." He started the car, turned around and drove towards the Walking Seat.
The car drove very slowly, but it has been very stable. The driver may be afraid of splashing water to put out the fire. The driver drove very carefully.
This driver was different from the previous one. He didn't chat a word while driving, and Yang Zhao couldn't hear anything except the sound of rain and windshield wipers.
Her hair was a little heavy, and she thought she might have just been frozen.
In a daze, she saw the taxi driver's information board in front of the co-pilot, and Yang Zhao glanced unconsciously.
One-inch photos are everyone's nightmare, but this driver did a pretty good job. The man in the photo has short dry hair, no extra expressions on his face, and is upright.
Yang Zhao looked down.
Chen Mingsheng
Vehicle number: J4763
J4763
Yang Zhao recited it silently in her heart, and she felt vaguely familiar with this string of numbers. Suddenly, she remembered.
J4763—Isn't this the license plate number of the driver who fought with Yang Jintian a few days ago
Yang Zhao sat up straight, out of the corner of his eye, the driver was driving intently and didn't notice her.
The last time at the police station, Chen Mingsheng stood in a dark corner, and Yang Zhao didn't see his face clearly from the beginning to the end. Yang Zhao didn't know if that person was him or not.
But she vaguely remembered his voice. In the noisy police station, Yang Zhao remembered his voice. His voice was very calm, and he didn't quarrel with Yang Zhao.
Remembering that he told her to get in the car just now, Yang Zhao knew that this person was standing in the corner that day.
He paused when he just rolled down the window, maybe because he recognized her.
Yang Zhao felt a little uncomfortable. This man could not pull her, but he still let her get into the car. He didn't say anything, as if he didn't know her.
Maybe... Yang Zhao thought darkly, maybe he was afraid that she would ask him for money.
After Yang Zhaosi thought about it, the car suddenly swayed violently, and then stopped. Yang Zhao glanced out, and he was already very close to Huaken Golden Seat. But it was obviously not the driver's parked car, the last thing that happened happened, the taxi turned off when passing a ditch.
You can't try to ignite a car that's stalled in water. Yang Zhao said to the driver, "Let's go down and try to push it. I'm familiar with this. It's not too deep here, so we should be able to push it out."
The driver was holding the steering wheel, wondering what he was thinking, but Yang Zhao called him again before he could react. He said to Yang Zhao, "It's very close, you can get out of the car and walk over there."
Yang Zhao said, "It's okay, I can push it for you."
The driver shook his head, "No, you can go."
Yang Zhao felt a little dissatisfied. She felt that this Chen Mingsheng was very mean, so if you don't use it, you don't need it. Yang Zhao took out the money from his wallet, the exact change, put it in the car frame in front of Chen Mingsheng, and got out of the car without saying a word.
The rain was still overwhelming.
Yang Zhao went to the back seat to take out the delivery box, and Chen Mingsheng sat motionless in the driver's seat during the whole process.
Yang Zhao closed the door and walked to the apartment.
After walking for a long distance, Yang Zhao turned his head and saw Chen Mingsheng was still sitting in the car and hadn't come out.
"I don't know why..." Yang Zhao muttered, then sneezed again, and she hurried back to the apartment.
Downstairs in the apartment building, Yang Zhao's pace slowed down. She couldn't care less about what happened tonight. The driver's behavior kept haunting her mind, making her feel like an evil person.
Finally, Yang Zhao put the courier box in the security room at the entrance of the courtyard, and then turned back.
Along the way, Yang Zhao felt that he might be crazy.
As she thought about it, she kept walking towards the place where the car turned off just now.
Almost ten minutes have passed, and I don't know if the man has pushed the car away.
Yang Zhao turned a corner, and through the heavy rain, she saw the figure in the rain at a glance.
The driver was wearing black clothes, he didn't have an umbrella, and he pushed the rear of the car, trying to get the car out of the puddle. Yang Zhao walked over in a strange way, but the driver didn't see her.
Yang Zhao felt that the driver's posture in pushing the cart was a bit strange. When ordinary people push the cart, they lower their body, lower their center of gravity, and then push hard. He did turn sideways, using his left side completely against the car.
and…
Yang Zhao always felt that the driver's strength was a little weak
When he pushed the cart, he felt very strenuous, and he always felt that he couldn't exert his strength. He is not the thin and thin type, in fact Yang Zhao thinks this person's figure is quite strong.
After a while, the driver may feel that the push is a bit strenuous. He came to the door and wanted to shake the steering wheel.
In the two short steps he walked from the back of the car to the door, Yang Zhao finally understood where the strange thing was. When the driver walked, he dragged his right crotch with his right hand, and his whole leg was very stiff, making it very difficult for him to walk.
This driver... Yang Zhao raised his eyebrows.
No wonder the police handed him the note at that time.
Yang Zhao walked over.
At a distance of about ten meters, Chen Mingsheng spotted Yang Zhao. The moment he saw her, he immediately stood still. Yang Zhao walked to the rear of the car and said to him, "Come on, let's push it together."
Chen Mingsheng looked at Yang Zhao, the torrential rain was pouring between them, and they couldn't see their faces clearly. Yang Zhao said to him, "You won't go out by yourself while standing in the car."
Chen Mingsheng lowered his head, dragged his legs, and came to Yang Zhao's side.
Only then did Yang Zhao realize that Chen Mingsheng was tall.
They pushed the rear of the car, and there was one more person. Although she was a woman, she still had an extra strength. The car was successfully pushed out of the puddle.
Yang Zhao rolled up his drenched trouser legs and said to Chen Mingsheng, "Would you like to see if it can be activated?"
Chen Mingsheng shook his head and said, "The engine is flooded. This car is too old. Suddenly, the ignition link may be damaged."
Yang Zhao could only drive a car, but she didn't know anything about the structure of a car. She asked Chen Mingsheng, "Then what should I do?"
Chen Mingsheng said: "Push it aside and find someone from the repair shop."
"Repair shop?" Yang Zhao snorted, "Are you kidding? Are you calling the people in the repair shop now? Can they come over? Tell me why the repair shop is so dedicated, and I will also be their customer."
Yang Zhao's series of questions made Chen Mingsheng silent, and Yang Zhao suddenly stopped talking. In the heavy rain, the two of them just did it dry. After a while, Chen Mingsheng spoke first.
"You go, I'll take care of the rest."
Yang Zhao said: "The surrounding area is a development zone, and there is no place to stay. What are you going to do with it?"
Chen Mingsheng looked up at her. The words just now were obviously telling her to leave. This woman is not stupid, why did she pretend not to understand.
Yang Zhao wiped the rainwater from his face, it was wet immediately after wiping off. She didn't know what she was thinking, she said to Chen Mingsheng: "My house is nearby, you can park your car beside me and take shelter from the rain."
For the first time in the whole night, Chen Mingsheng's expression changed. He didn't seem to hear Yang Zhao's words clearly, and Yang Zhao said it to him again. Chen Mingsheng lowered his head and refused, "Thank you, no need."
Yang Zhao said, "I'm not afraid of anything you are afraid of."
This kind of provocative method is very childish, but it is extra effective for men.
Chen Mingsheng frowned and said, "It has nothing to do with that, you can go first."
Yang Zhao said, "You still remember the grudge."
Chen Mingsheng raised his eyes and saw Yang Zhao looking at him in the heavy rain. Chen Mingsheng understood that Yang Zhao also recognized him. He lowered his head and said in a low voice, "It has nothing to do with that. I'm preparing the money and I'll give it to you soon."
Yang Zhao said, "I'm not asking you for money."
Chen Mingsheng didn't want to say anything more, he dragged his legs to open the car door, and wanted to go in and sit down. As soon as he opened the door and sat down with difficulty, the door was pushed open by Yang Zhao. Yang Zhao looked down at him and said, "You refuse?"
Chen Mingsheng didn't look at her, "I can solve it myself."
From Yang Zhao's angle, he could just see the top of Chen Mingsheng's head. His hair was stuck together due to the rain. Chen Mingsheng's hair was short and hard, and even when it was soaked, the roots stood up. Yang Zhao looked at it for a while, then suddenly sneered and said, "I'm not discussing with you."
Chen Mingsheng didn't speak.
Yang Zhao said lightly, "How many connections did you find to get this taxi's driver's license."
After she finished speaking, she obviously felt that Chen Mingsheng's body froze and Yang Zhao's head was a little heavy, but her thoughts were still clear.
"I don't remember. There is a law in China that allows disabled people to drive taxis. I think the police at the police station seem to have a good relationship with you. Did they also contribute to the fraud? What did you do, give gifts? Bribes? You said if If I report it, how will I punish you?"
Chen Mingsheng's hand was on his right leg, and he was clutching his outer pants, almost clenched into a fist. Yang Zhao tilted his head and looked inside. Chen Mingsheng turned his head. Yang Zhao saw that his eyes were dark. She wondered if it was an illusion caused by the rain. She felt that his eyes were so dark that they shone.
Chen Mingsheng's voice was clearly filled with patient anger.
"what on earth do you want."
Yang Zhao came back to his senses, and said flatly: "I said, pull the car aside, and you go to my house to shelter from the rain. If you don't do what I say, then we'll just wait and see."