Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 34 My little flower, only I can bully her, no one else can
After a few jokes at the elevator entrance, the elevator door slowly opened with a ding sound.

Inside was a delivery guy wearing a Meituan uniform and a woman in pajamas pushing a baby stroller.

The elevator announcement was playing a loop of KFC's Crazy Thursdays commercial.

The 1st floor button is lit.

Yang Chaoyue pressed the -1 floor button out of habit, but Jiang Yang pressed it twice to turn it off.

"Aren't you driving, Brother Yang?" There was obvious doubt in Yang Chaoyue's voice, and his fingers unconsciously picked at the edge of the loose thread on his schoolbag.

"We're going for two days, and the airport parking fee is very expensive. Canxing only reimburses the airfare. Even if we have money, we can't waste it like this."

"Oh."

The elevator cable rubbed against each other as it went down.

Yang Chaoyue's throat moved. "Which bus should I take? Brother Yang, I'm familiar with all the bus routes around here. I know which stop is the fastest."

"Taking the bus to the airport takes too long. It's crowded, and I have to change buses. The subway station is far away, and I have to change lines. I don't have enough time, so I'll take a taxi later."

"Oh."

Yang Chaoyue caught a glimpse of his blushing cheeks in the mirror.

I also noticed that the delivery guy and the middle-aged woman in the elevator were looking at me.

She lowered her head slightly, her fingers unconsciously twisting the corner of her clothes.

I have never been to the airport, so I didn't know that there is a parking fee at the airport.

I once heard from my supervisor that the starting fare for a taxi in Shanghai is 15 yuan, and it is 3 yuan more expensive at night, which is enough to buy two meals at a fast food restaurant.

So when I occasionally travel with my colleagues from the textile factory and the distance is far, we will just take the bus because it is the most economical.

If I had known this earlier, I should have taken a taxi to the airport in advance to adapt to the situation.

In this way, Jiang Yang would not see this unfamiliar side of himself and give others the opportunity to replace him.

Jiang Yang noticed Yang Chaoyue's awkwardness: "What's wrong? Are you worried that the taxi will cost you your salary? The company reimburses it."

"No, I just think that I should plan for such a small thing as traveling." Yang Chaoyue said timidly.

"When you called me Happy just now, you were much more confident than you are now."

"I'm just kidding." Yang Chaoyue shrank his neck.

"You haven't experienced this before, so you'll naturally need to learn. If you want to plan, go call a taxi later. Director Tang just sent me some notes, so I'll take a look."

"Okay." Yang Chaoyue stood up straight as if by reflex.

The elevator door opened and a cold wind blew in.

Yang Chaoyue shivered, and the bulging old schoolbag made a rustling sound like instant noodle crumbs.

Before Jiang Yang could teach Yang Chaoyue how to use the taxi app, Yang Chaoyue grabbed his briefcase and ran out first: "I'm going to call a taxi, Brother Yang."

Looking at Yang Chaoyue's back, who was breathing out white air and shrinking his neck, Jiang Yang smiled.

He knew Yang Chaoyue's little thoughts very well.

Even though he was carrying so much luggage and was shivering with cold, he still worked actively.

why?
Is it because you like him?

Of course not.

No girl who has experienced the hardships of society is love-brained.

Most likely she wanted to let him know that she was valuable.

For such an employee, Jiang Yang can give Yang Chaoyue full marks for his attitude, regardless of anything else.

In the rental house, she does housework like washing clothes and cooking beautifully.

Sometimes I would even argue with him in a boastful manner.

But when going out, I feel very timid, especially when it comes to spending more than 20 yuan, I seem inferior and cowardly.

Not in a hurry.

Cultivate slowly and learn slowly.

Many of the perceptions I had as a factory girl could not be erased in just one month.

The more aspects Yang Chaoyue can cultivate, the more attribute values ​​Jiang Yang can gain.

There are all kinds of strange and bizarre attribute values, and there will always be one that can be used.

"I remember telling her a few days ago to buy herself a pair of warm flesh-colored stockings. They'll look good with her chiffon skirt, and I'll deduct the money from her food allowance. Why is this girl so determined to save money for the company? She makes me look stingy."

Jiang Yang was afraid that he would forget again, so he simply opened the memo on his phone and wrote down the item of buying clothes for Yang Chaoyue.

Not only should you buy a coat, you should also buy warm inner wear.

Otherwise, at the next announcement, Yang Chaoyue might wear a chiffon skirt with leggings and go out with bare legs in order to make a good impression on the program crew.

Just like the outfit of the interviewer who was waiting for him at Starbucks that day. Having a good attitude is good, and being able to endure hardships is also true, but the key is who will work for him if he falls ill.

When we arrived at the gate of the community, the breakfast stalls had closed one after another, and the remaining aroma of oil was very strong.

There was a pickup truck parked opposite, its cargo box filled with tangerines shipped from Guangxi, and it was hawking loudly with a horn hanging down.

Not far away, a mint green taxi slowly stopped at the platform.

The doors have 'Volkswagen Taxi' stickers.

Two passengers got out of the car and took their suitcases from the back seat.

The driver, Hou Peng, is a local man in his early thirties with a flat head and a Shanghai styling. He starts driving at 6 a.m. and faces great competition. He is very dissatisfied with the current industry regulations and contract management system.

After all, there are many taxi companies in Shanghai now, including Johnson, Volkswagen, Jinjiang, Haibo, and Yinjian, all competing with each other for customers.

Fortunately, the housing prices in Shanghai change every month and increase faster than wages, which makes me, as a local and a homeowner, feel a lot more at ease.

He had just sent his child to elementary school and came to this area to pick up a passenger. He turned the passenger sign on the dashboard to "empty car" and saw a girl with a high ponytail waving at him at the entrance of Fuli Community.

Hou Peng drove over and rolled down the passenger window: "Where are you going?"

Yang Chaoyue listened to the other person's thick Shanghainese accent and dug her fingertips into her palm. "How much is it to go to the airport?"

"What airport are you talking about?"

Are there several airports in Shanghai?
Yang Chaoyue was a little surprised, remembering Jiang Yang telling her not to show shyness in public, and tried hard to hide her surprise.

Hou Peng looked at Yang Chaoyue carefully.

The girl was wearing an old chiffon skirt and carrying a faded, no-name schoolbag with broken threads, but the briefcase she was carrying was brand new.

A migrant worker from out of town? If you've never been to an airport, you definitely don't know the prices.

How about giving it a try and making some money?
After so many years in society, I am no longer as soft-hearted as I was in school.

Anyway, it’s not your family that’s being slaughtered. The New Year is coming soon, so you might as well make more money and save it for a prosperous year.

Hou Peng understood immediately. He turned off the meter and grinned, "The distance from here to Pudong Airport and Hongqiao Airport is about the same, a total of 600 yuan."

"Six hundred yuan? It shouldn't be that expensive." Yang Chaoyue's thick eyelashes fluttered.

My intuition told me that I was being ripped off.

The problem was that I hadn't done any travel planning beforehand, so I didn't know the taxi prices or even the distance between the two airports.

Time is running out and there is no chance for bargaining.

I can’t let Brother Yang know that I can’t even do this.

"You're going to do it! Aramado is a local, how could he deceive you?"

"A little less, 550 yuan." Yang Chaoyue's thick eyelashes trembled violently a few times, and he tried hard not to show any fear.

Hou Peng said impatiently, "How can we earn fifty bucks less? We don't even want to recoup the cost of fuel and maintenance! Are you leaving or not? If you don't want to get in the car, just keep waiting!"

This rhetoric is very effective.

It was obvious that the girl was in a hurry and didn't know the price.

Normally, migrant workers from other places usually take the bus, while those who take taxis are white-collar workers.

Hou Peng urged and saw a tall, broad-shouldered boy wearing a turtleneck sweater and a long nylon suit walking towards the entrance of Fuli Community.

The morning sun, like broken gold, streamed down Jiang Yang's face, lengthening his shadow and holding up an invisible umbrella for Yang Chaoyue. "Why don't you get in the car, Chaoyue? It's so cold outside, your ears are turning red."

"The taxi driver said it would cost 600 to go to both airports, but I bargained it down to 550."

Yang Chaoyue's words stopped Jiang Yang from opening the car door.

Is Yang Chaoyue negotiating the price with the taxi driver?
This is normal. There are many illegal taxis in small cities these days, and you need to negotiate the price when taking a taxi.

As a first-tier city, Shanghai's taxis have become increasingly standardized, and Yang Chaoyue doesn't understand the ins and outs of it.

There is fierce competition among taxi companies, and after the introduction of the "Magic City Taxi Management Regulations", supervision has been strict.

You can call 12328 to make a complaint at any time, and the effect will be better with video recording.

The only thing he did was to cheat migrant workers like Yang Chaoyue.

The little flower I raised can only be bullied by me, no one else can... Jiang Yang said softly: "From now on, when you take a taxi in the Magic City, there is no need to negotiate the price."

He glanced at the painted words "Volkswagen Taxi" on the car body, glanced at Hou Peng, and spoke in Mandarin with a Shanghai accent:

"Are you a Volkswagen taxi?"

Jiang Yang's pronunciation is very heavy, his nasal sounds are not obvious, and his finals are not fully developed. This is the pronunciation of the Shanghai dialect.

Hear the words.

Yang Chaoyue's eyes widened in shock.

If I hadn't seen his ID card, I would have thought Jiang Yang was a native of Shanghai.

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