dmims Chapter 83 More Money Required
Chapter 83 More Money Required
Chen Yuan turned and left.
Huang Bingyao shook his head, his face bearing an expression that said, "You still want to lie to me?"
At that moment, the officer on duty came over again with the phone in hand.
"Inspector Wong, Inspector Lee is looking for you."
"Which Officer Li is it?"
Huang Bingyao asked somewhat impatiently.
Can't you see they're in a complete mess right now?
The officer on duty said something in a low voice.
"Li Wenbin, Li Sir".
Huang Bingyao: "..."
He quickly answered the phone.
"Li Sir".
"..."
"I'm in the lobby, not in the office."
"..."
"No need for support, I've already called the car dealership owner, they'll be leaving soon."
"..."
"Yes, sir!"
Huang Bingyao hung up on Li Wenbin, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.
Without stopping, he called the owners of Jinhui Auto Dealership and Zhida Auto Dealership.
As soon as the call connected, Huang Bingyao used all his knowledge to give the two car dealership owners a thorough dressing-down.
The two car dealership owners repeatedly assured that they would immediately take the car to the scene to maintain order.
"Hurry up! Otherwise, you can forget about fishing!"
Before the other end could respond, Huang Bingyao had already hung up the phone.
......
The demonstrations continued outside the police station.
"Release them! Release them!"
"The police are bullying the taxi driver!"
In the center of the crowd, taxi driver Brother Tiger, with a scar across his face, spoke louder than a horn.
Some drivers with phones had already received invitations from the car rental company owners and gathered together to whisper among themselves.
"Hey, the boss called and told us to leave."
"Me too."
"Withdraw? Withdraw now?"
Tiger, with his sharp ears, turned and glared at him.
"Your brother's still inside, are you leaving now?"
"Which car dealership is different from driving? If you don't teach them a lesson this time, next time you'll get hit and killed and nobody will care!"
His words were harsh, and the faces of the hesitant drivers turned pale.
"Tiger is right!"
Someone nearby chimed in.
"For my own benefit, I'll say the same thing even if the boss comes!"
But some people still quietly slipped out, started their cars, and drove off.
Tiger spat at the taillights of those cars.
"Damn it! You spineless coward!"
......
Next to the outermost red taxi, the driver, Ah Rong, was raising his fist and shouting along.
"Absolutely no retreat!"
"Feed".
The sound came in from the side.
Ah Rong turned her head and saw two men, one fat and one thin, standing by the car.
The fat man smiled amicably, while the skinny man looked impatient.
"Is this your car?"
the fat man asked.
Ah Rong glanced at them, ignored them, and continued shouting slogans.
"Hey! Is this your car?!"
The skinny man raised his voice.
Ah Rong then swayed over with a pigeon-toed gait, tilting his head.
"how?"
The skinny man's face darkened, and he was about to explode when the fat man held him down.
The fat man was still smiling.
"Causeway Bay, wanna go?"
"I'm not going."
Ah Rong gestured with his chin towards the police station entrance.
"Can't you see they're working?"
"I'll pay more."
"I wouldn't go no matter how much money you offer."
"Add 100."
Ah Rong didn't speak, but glanced at the fat man, chuckled, and seemed to have heard a joke.
The fat man rubbed his hands together, looking troubled.
"I'll add 500."
Ah Rong's eyelids twitched.
Five hundred yuan is enough for him to make a living for most of the day.
"1000".
The fat man gritted his teeth.
"I'll add 1000 and leave now."
The air was still for two seconds.
The righteous indignation on Ah Rong's face receded like the tide, replaced by a shrewd eagerness.
He looked the fat man up and down again. He was dressed plainly, but the watch face on his wrist reflected the sunlight.
"Ha, it seems you really have something urgent to attend to."
"Pay first."
The fat man took out a thousand-yuan gold bull bill and handed it to Ah Rong.
Ah Rong took it, opened the car door, and his movements were so swift and practiced that it seemed like he had rehearsed it.
"Get on the bus!"
The fat man stood still.
"You're not going to protest anymore?"
"What difference does it make if I'm gone?"
Ah Rong had already gotten into the driver's seat and leaned out to urge them on.
"Are you coming or not? If not, I'll keep calling."
"Let's go, let's go."
The fat man pulled the thin man into the car.
As the taxi slowly drove away, Ah Rong even rolled down the window and waved to his companions who were still chanting slogans.
Then he quickly closed the window and sped away.
The driver in the next parking space watched in disbelief and spat out a jealous "Pah!"
"Damn it, everyone else is working hard, and you're secretly making money."
"Hello there."
A bespectacled, well-mannered man appeared.
"Do you offer rides?"
"take!"
The taxi driver immediately replied.
Where are you going?
Causeway Bay.
"Ha~ That's strange."
The taxi driver muttered something in confusion.
"Are you going to Causeway Bay too?"
He looked up at the man with glasses.
"No problem, 2000!"
"So expensive?!"
The bespectacled man was shocked.
Are you going or not?
"Go! Go! Go."
"Pay first."
"Oh~"
"Get on the bus!"
The taxi driver said impatiently, and then said smugly after the man with glasses got in the car.
"Today is my turn to make a fortune..."
The two cars drove away one after the other, as if it were some kind of signal.
Then, the third, the fourth...
People kept walking up to the taxis on the outskirts, whispering and uttering heart-pounding numbers.
One thousand five, two thousand, two thousand five.
The chants continued, but the number of taxis on the outskirts began to decrease in circles.
The drivers, who were initially filled with righteous indignation, showed a fleeting, negligible struggle in their eyes when they heard the price quote.
Then they quickly opened the car door, urged the passengers to get in, and sped away.
Tiger, his throat dry from shouting, squeezed through the crowd to get water from the car.
As he unscrewed the bottle cap, he glanced casually at the scene, then froze.
There are fewer cars.
And there were more than just one or two missing vehicles.
Where are they?
He grabbed a driver next to him.
"A customer offered a high price, so I went to pick up passengers."
"Damn it!"
Tiger cursed aloud.
"When can't we make money? We're doing this for our brothers..."
However, he felt something was amiss.
Before I could figure it out...
"Bang! Bang!"
A muffled thud came from the rear of the car.
Tiger turned his head and saw a short man wearing a backwards baseball cap smashing his trunk with a wrench.
The metal object struck the sheet metal, creating a shocking dent.
"Hey! Poujie! What are you doing!"
Tiger's eyes were bloodshot.
The short man looked up, revealing a grinning face, then swung the wrench and smashed it hard against the windshield.
"Snap—crash!"
The glass shattered into a spiderweb pattern.
The short man turned and ran.
"Don't run!"
Tiger took off after him, shouting back as he ran, "Help! Someone!"
Several drivers instinctively followed.
A group of people chased the short man into a nearby alley, their shouts and curses fading into the distance.
They had just disappeared around the corner when another group of people appeared out of nowhere.
The group quickly got into the car, started the engine, and drove away with Tiger and the other drivers.
By the time the protesters finally realized something was wrong, the outer perimeter had already been cleared out.
"Where's Tiger?"
"I don't know!"
"Someone just drove his car away..."
"Damn it, he left first?"
This statement was like a bomb.
"Then I'll go too!"
"Let's go, let's go, this is boring."
"I might as well go back to working."
One car after another started up, turned around, and drove away.
The reporter and photographer looked bewildered, then were surrounded by several people who politely invited them into the alley.
In less than ten minutes, the police station entrance was deserted, with only cigarette butts scattered on the ground.
The lobby of Wan Chai Police Station.
The on-duty police officer jogged in.
"Inspector Wong, they... have dispersed."
Huang Bingyao raised an eyebrow and walked to the window.
The streets, which were just packed with people, are now completely empty.
He didn't show much surprise; his previously dark complexion softened slightly.
These damn car dealership owners are finally getting to work.