Unlicensed Cab Overcharging Passengers? She Takes to the Skies!

"Master! Grandpa! Ancestor! Can you please not drive straight into that pothole? My herniated disc is going to fly off!"

Sing Sing jumped up from the back seat, his head hitting the car window with a loud thud.

The desert wind, mixed with the smell of the old driver's pipe, pierced his nostrils, giving him a splitting headache.

The effects of last night's "Licorice and Cistanche Tonic Soup" hadn't worn off, and it had still thrown his internal True Qi into chaos.

In order not to delay the trip of this "special envoy to the Beijing", the old captain, adhering to the principle of "working as hard as possible to avoid dying", insisted on cramming him into this dilapidated off-road vehicle whose shock absorption relied entirely on human cushioning.

Wang Pangzi!

If you don't reimburse me for travel expenses at three times the rate for remote areas, I'll take you down with me!

Sing Sing clutched his aching lower back, his face filled with utter despair.

From off-road vehicle to bus, from bus to minibus, from minibus to slow-moving green train, and from slow-moving green train to high-speed rail.

It features a comprehensive and multi-dimensional form of torture.

After a bumpy ride, by the time he dragged his aching body to the Jiuquan South Station square, it was already completely dark.

He shivered in the cold wind, looking around.

I can tell from their eyes that they've been stood up.

I called Polaris to pick me up when I was at the bus station, but I haven't seen a single person yet.

What's even more infuriating is that she clearly promised me!

Sing Sing sighed deeply. Zhang Wuji's mother was right; the more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to deceive.

Well...

People's hearts are no longer what they used to be, and the world is going to the dogs...

"No, I have to lie down immediately. If I keep going like this, the workers' compensation won't even cover it."

Sing Sing took out his phone and opened the Unethical Map; a long red line appeared on the screen representing the route.

Distance: 282 km.

Okay, let's wait and see.

Sing Sing put his phone in his pocket and squatted by the roadside, sighing.

Just then, a black cab driver wearing a leather jacket approached and said, "Hey buddy, wanna go?"

Sing Sing's eyelids twitched. "How much?"

The driver held up two fingers.

"Two hundred? Sure!" Sing Sing stood up.

"Two thousand! No bargaining! That's a no-man's-land, you couldn't even rent a wheel for two hundred!"

"You could have just robbed me, and you're actually being kind by offering me a ride? Did your car grow up on fertilizer or run on gasoline and Moutai?"

"You think it's too expensive? I think it's too expensive too! Then you can walk there! You won't be able to get a taxi here even if you wait until dawn, except for me." The driver said confidently.

Before Sing Sing could even begin his lecture on the core socialist values, a roar of an engine exploded from afar.

Immediately afterwards, a military green Jeep sped up.

That big jeep showed absolutely no sign of slowing down!

"Whoosh!"

The jeep swerved three meters away from Sing Sing and came to a smooth stop in front of the two of them.

The most outrageous thing is that this car not only didn't make a screeching sound of tires rubbing against the ground, but it also didn't kick up much dust.

Sing Sing crouched down to take a closer look...

Good heavens!

The jeep's four wheels were hovering five centimeters off the ground!

So she just sat in the car, put it in neutral, stepped on the gas, and then used her powers to make the jeep hover and move forward?

The car window rolled down.

Polaris's long green hair fluttered in the wind, and she wore large sunglasses, one hand resting on the steering wheel.

"Get on the bus, you bumpkin."

Sing Sing snorted at the unlicensed taxi driver next to him, opened the car door, and plopped down in the back seat.

"At least you still have a conscience, knowing to come and greet the emperor."

Just as he was about to lean back in his seat and catch his breath, a head popped out from the passenger seat.

Soft Serve.

Now her complexion is rosy, and she has completely lost the inferiority complex she once had.

"Brother Zhou." A Soft Serve box, emitting a slight chill, was handed over.

"Sister Lorna said you drank too much. This is mint ice cream with kudzu root and strawberries to help you cool down."

Sing Sing's eyes lit up.

He snatched the cardboard box, scooped out a large spoonful, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The sweetness of strawberries blends with the refreshing coolness of mint, while the magical medicinal effects of kudzu root fill the mouth.

"Call!"

My headache is gone, and my backache is gone.

This is a miraculous healing potion!

Even the nausea I felt from eating dirt earlier has completely disappeared!

"Cool!"

"Xiao Ruan! This thing absolutely needs a patent! We'll apply for it tomorrow! Our 749 Bureau is going to make a fortune again!"

"I'll calculate your technology contribution as equity, and we'll split the profits 20/80, I'll get 80% and you get 20%, isn't that fair?"

The Soft Serve was amused by him, and she lowered her head and smiled with pursed lips.

Lorna scoffed and floored the accelerator.

The jeep took off and soared into the night.

The unlicensed taxi driver was left standing there, bewildered in the wind.

What the hell just flew out like that?

Half an hour later.

A barbecue stall in Jiuquan city, brimming with the lively atmosphere of a street vendor.

Sing Sing held the menu, carefully calculating his expenses.

"Boss, ten skewers of lamb kidneys, oh no, ten skewers of regular lamb, five skewers of beef tendon, and two naan breads to fill my stomach!"

"We'll skip the beer; we brought our own thermos and water."

Lorna snatched the menu and slammed it on the table.

"Fifty skewers of mutton, twenty skewers of lamb kidneys, ten roasted lamb trotters, and two cases of beer!"

"Hey! That's over the limit!" Sing Sing exclaimed anxiously, grabbing the menu.

"I'm treating. Lao Gao has been insisting on giving me a project bonus lately, saying it's a chief expert allowance. The amount in my account is so much that I'm getting annoyed."

Well, is this blatant showing off?

Sing Sing withdrew his outstretched hand and straightened his tie.

"You should have said so earlier! Boss, also add a plate of cold preserved eggs and a bowl of mutton offal soup!"

Polaris rolled his eyes, opened a bottle of beer, and chugged it straight from the bottle.

Seeing the two eating normally, Sing Sing breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness."

"What's so good about it?" Polaris asked, gnawing on a lamb's hoof.

"You didn't pick up any Northeastern accents, and you didn't call me 'Brother Zhou, what brings you here?'"

Polaris stared at him like he was crazy, "Has your brain been blown out of shape by the sandstorm?"

The Soft Serve vendor handed him a tissue. "Brother Zhou, how many places have you been to these past few days?"

Sing Sing wiped the grease from his mouth. "Don't even mention it. From Henan to the Northwest, my old bones practically gave out on the road. How are things going on your end? Did those old scholars treat you like guinea pigs?"

"Who would dare? Lao Gao practically worships me. Yesterday, a new technician tried to record my work schedule, and the old man immediately berated him and told him to get out."

"They even stewed a free-range chicken for me today, and stuffed it with such thick ginseng roots." She gestured to indicate the height.

Where's Xiao Ruan?

"The cold drink truck is doing very well."

"Everyone's tired from working overtime, but eating ice cream will stop their headaches. There are always long lines of people waiting for them!"

"That's good. I was worried you guys would get sick from being cooped up for too long. The UV rays are strong here, did you bring enough sunscreen?"

"Lao Gao bought a whole case for us."

Polaris pointed to the Soft Serve, "But it's no use, she turns into sunscreen ice cream every day now."

"Sunscreen ice cream? What kind of cutting-edge technology is this?"

"Eating it can protect against ultraviolet rays."

"A path to wealth! This is an incredible path to wealth!"

"Physical sun protection combined with a delicious taste experience—if this were applied to Little Red Potato), it would definitely be a sunscreen miracle that drives countless girls crazy!"

"Tomorrow! I'll call Director Wang first thing tomorrow morning to apply for company registration! I've already thought of a name: 'Sunscreen Assassin'! We're going to make a killing!"