Chapter 1 Ordinary Taxi Driver
“Hello.”
“Oh, hello, trouble.”
“Where to go?”
< br>"Well, whatever, no, let's go to Ewha University."
Li Yan looked at the woman in the back seat through the rearview mirror. She was wearing a mask, sunglasses, and a scarf covering her chin and neck. She was wearing a light-colored, half-length windbreaker. Based on Li Yan's experience and her windbreaker when she sat down, Li Yan looked at the woman in the back seat. The traces left behind were that the woman was young and very thin. Plus, her voice is quite nice.
Starting the car, Li Yan looked at the mobile phone placed in the middle of the dashboard, 22:10. Go home after finishing this order, otherwise someone should be waiting in a hurry.
When the smell of the woman's perfume reached Li Yan's nose, Li Yan's taxi had already merged into the traffic flow and drove forward leisurely. This order should be a good job. As expected, when arriving at Ewha University, the passengers will also specify their next destination.
This kind of thing is very common. Although Li Yan has only been renting for about a year, most of the single women who come down from Nanshan Tower will lose control of their emotions. They need time to cry or calm down, and he likes to make money from them. So Li Yan likes to squat under Nanshan Tower and make money slowly while listening to women's sobs.
Li Yan is not a pervert, nor does he like to see other people’s jokes. He just doesn’t like to be talked to by passengers. That will reveal the fact that his Korean is not good. If it is a male passenger, he will probably continue to talk that he does not want to talk to. Topics, such as, is it hard for you, a foreigner, to work in South Korea, are you making any money, or are you a gangster?
Of course Li Yan is not a gangster. The documents in his hand are genuine, and even the taxi operating license is in his name. But this does not delay those who want to show off in front of him intentionally or unintentionally. Li Yan's attitude towards these people is very perfunctory, yes, yes, you are right. If he is a drunkard, Li Yan doesn't mind collecting the fare from his wallet and taking him to a safe place on the roadside.
The road conditions in Seoul were not good. When Li Yan drove to Ewha University, the meter had jumped to a price that made Li Yan think he could call it a day. But the car stopped at the entrance of the university, and Li Yan asked as usual,
"Where to go next?"
"Gangnam Samseongdong, thank you."
No With an unexpected answer, Li Yan turned around and prepared to drive towards Sancheng-dong. When the car turned around and came back, Li Yan glanced at the rearview mirror again. Perhaps because he felt stuffy, he took off the woman's scarf and held it in his hand, thus exposing her. Li Yan took a look at half of the beautiful face. There were no tears. The chin had a high level of cosmetic surgery and was well done.
In this country where medical beauty is almost regarded as a common topic of conversation, plastic surgery is not something worth making a fuss about. If two people really make a fuss when they meet, they will probably lament that the plastic surgery was very successful, or the price is reasonable. It is definitely not Li Yan's fault. My initial understanding of plastic surgery is that women who dare to go under the knife on their own faces are the cruelest.
While waiting at the red light, Li Yan blinked subconsciously. Li Yan knew that it must have affected the scar on his left eye. The slanting scar is about seven or eight centimeters, starting from the hairline, and the tail of the scar cuts the left eyebrow in half. If anyone dares to ask about the origin of this scar, it was caused by a knife.
Not cool at all. Li Yan occasionally feels that the skin on his left forehead is tight. Although he knows it is his hallucination, he still feels this way inexplicably.
"I'm sorry, can I go to Cheongdam-dong? It's the apartment next to Apgujeong 2-dong."
The passenger in the back seat proposed a new destination, and her steady voice explained her My mood has recovered a lot, at least I can say one sentence completely, and I can't hear the feeling of grievance in it, so I have figured it out and started to get rid of it?
However, Li Yan was not surprised that the passenger in the back seat could regain his mood so quickly, because Li Yan knew the last changed destination. It was the dormitory of an entertainment company, and from time to time there would be young fans squatting there.
So not surprisingly, the passenger in the back seat is an artist. It's not that Li Yan has any prejudice against artists, he simply thinks that they are good at adjusting their emotions. After all, they always smile sweetly on stage, but Li Yan knows that there are not so many happy things in life.
Traffic jams in Cheongdam-dong are normal. First, the road is not wide, and there are many uphill and downhill slopes. Second, Cheongdam-dong is a densely populated area with many cars.
Looking at the meter, Li Yan gave up the idea of letting the passengers off the bus in advance. It was still a round number, and his slight obsessive-compulsive disorder made him feel uncomfortable.
Wait a little longer, the meter will jump twice more. If the speed is less than 15km/h, 100 won will be added in 35 seconds. You only need to wait another 70 seconds.
At that time, for the sake of passengers, you can persuade her to go down and walk. After all, the destination is just over a hundred meters ahead of the intersection. Turn left and walk another twenty meters. 70 seconds passed very quickly. Li Yan coughed lightly, looked at the road conditions first, then opened the car window and looked around. He turned his head and said apologetically,
"This Madam, there are traffic jams on both sides. If you are in a hurry to get back, you can get off the bus now. I don’t mean to let you get stuck here to earn your fare. You..."
"I’m not in a hurry."< br>
What I hate the most is passengers who interrupt without listening to what they are saying. Li Yan stared at the passenger's face. The sunglasses were of normal size, but they looked a bit too big on her face. Because there were so few expressions that could be seen, Li Yan couldn't understand her true thoughts.
"Trouble, the traffic jam here is usually very serious. I know, I'm really not in a hurry."
The passenger added, and Li Yan could hear a hint of apology in her words. This made Li Yan a little worried. The money was indeed good, but Li Yan wanted to call it a day and go home.
After looking at the passenger's clothing, Li Yan discovered that the passenger was wearing a skirt without stockings, and his white legs were exposed.
It's February and it's still cold outside. Li Yan felt that this female passenger was a bit unlucky. She must have gone to Nanshan Tower in her lover's car, but when she came back she could only take a taxi.
"Thank you for your understanding. Do you need to turn up the air conditioner?"
"No, no need, I'm fine."
The conversation ended and the car was very quiet. This atmosphere made Li Yan feel uncomfortable. He turned on the radio, listened to music or practiced listening, and followed Soft music and the voice of the radio host came out,
"SunnyFMdate, girls, starting today, no, I have been feeling troubled since the past few days. What should I say and what should I do? Okay? Would you like to do this, or what would it be like to do something else? "
The radio host's voice sounded gentle, but Li Yan sounded a little childish, and he stretched out his hand to change the channel.
“Listen to Ernie, um, can you listen to this show?”
Li Yan took back his hand. There is nothing wrong with it. Considering the amount shown on the meter, you are still my God.
In the taxi the two of them were riding in, a lovely female voice told a sweet emotional story. The time did not take long. Li Yan parked the car steadily at the door of the apartment in accordance with the passenger's request.
Looking at the banknotes handed over by the passengers, Li Yan thought for a moment and picked up a business card from his hand and handed it over first. Looking at the female passenger holding it in her hand, Li Yan said softly
“If you feel you don’t know how to deal with the bad guy who made you sad, I can help you.”
Female Passenger Obviously unprepared for this question, he subconsciously clutched his wallet and hid in the car door. He touched the handle to open the car door with one hand, paused and whispered,
"No, I'm fine. How can you help me?"
Li Yan raised the corners of his mouth, showing a standard eight-toothed smile,
"Kill him."
< br>(End of this chapter)