N-A-A Chapter 93 Wu Hui Car Dealership
Chapter 93 Wu Hui Car Dealership
Chen Zhida didn't even brush his teeth before rushing out the door.
When we arrived at the car dealership, just as the receptionist had said on the phone, there were about a hundred people standing or squatting at the entrance.
Chen Zhida wiped the sweat from his forehead and forced himself to remain calm as he went over to negotiate with the group.
It took a lot of effort and resulted in some bleeding.
After seeing the group off, Chen Zhida immediately called all the drivers and convened an emergency meeting.
At the meeting, he repeatedly emphasized that all orders involving Wan Chai must be handled properly.
There must be no overcharging, selective passenger handling, or refusal to carry passengers.
The drivers complained bitterly, their words filled with resistance.
Chen Zhida, of course, wouldn't care about that.
If he can't control the Tung Sing gangsters, can't he control these drivers?
As a result, drivers' incomes dropped significantly, and many drivers chose to seek other employment.
Chi Tat Auto Shop gradually declined, while Kam Fai Auto Shop became the largest auto shop in Wan Chai through its cooperation with Tung Sing.
But that's a story for another time.
......
Three days later, at dawn.
Muchengdao Villa District.
Huang Bingyao stood at the entrance of his garage, one hand on his hip and the other hand scratching his meticulously combed hair in frustration, frowning at the broken-down car in the garage.
It was fine yesterday, but suddenly it won't start today.
"Wife!"
He turned his head and called out into the house.
No one answered, but the maid, Aunt Li, came out.
"Mr. Huang, what are your orders?"
Where is my wife?
Aunt Li reminded her.
"Mrs. Wong went to Macau with her group of girlfriends."
Huang Bingyao slapped his forehead. Oh right, he had mentioned this yesterday, but he had forgotten.
"Leaving so early?"
He muttered something, his little scheme to hitch a ride with his wife to the police station completely thwarted.
"Yes."
Huang Bingyao waved his hand, signaling Aunt Li to go about her business.
He picked up the slightly worn black leather briefcase, sighed, and turned to walk out of the villa's gate.
I had only taken a few steps when I heard footsteps behind me.
Huang Bingyao turned around and saw that Aunt Li was also coming out with a vegetable basket.
"Where are you going?"
"Huang Sheng".
Aunt Li gestured by holding up her vegetable basket.
"I'm going to the market to buy groceries for tonight."
"oh."
Huang Bingyao nodded and walked towards the bus stop.
Aunt Li called out from behind.
"Huang Sheng".
Huang Bingyao stopped and turned around again.
"What is it?"
"Where are you going?"
"Take the bus."
Aunt Li looked puzzled.
"Why didn't you take a taxi?"
As she spoke, she stood by the roadside and waved her arms at the passing red taxis.
Huang Bingyao: "..."
He certainly knew how to take a taxi, but what happened a few days ago made him prejudiced against taxi drivers, and he preferred to take the bus rather than a taxi.
"Aunt Li."
Huang Bingyao couldn't help but speak in a tone of someone who had been through it all.
"I suggest you wait for the bus with me, these days taxi drivers..."
Before he could finish speaking, the red taxi had already skillfully changed lanes at the dotted line and stopped steadily in front of the two of them.
The car window rolled down, and the driver leaned out.
Huang Bingyao's prejudice was confirmed at first glance.
The driver was a man in his thirties with a buzz cut and a face that had the ruggedness typical of people from the underworld. He didn't look like the kind of person who was easy to talk to.
"Who arrived first?"
The driver's voice was loud and clear, and he got straight to the point.
Aunt Li quickly pointed to Huang Bingyao.
"He arrived first, I'll wait for the next one."
"it is good."
The driver nodded and turned his gaze to Huang Bingyao.
"Sir, where are you going?"
Wan Chai Police Station.
"Get in the car."
The driver didn't say much, but simply reached out and opened the passenger door for him.
"Um?"
The reaction was so smooth and calm that it surprised Huang Bingyao for a moment.
He got into the car with a lot of suspicion and vigilance, and even subconsciously checked the door locks and the meter.
Throughout the journey, the driver focused solely on driving, and aside from asking whether to take a slightly congested route, he barely engaged in any casual conversation.
Apart from that, the car interior was clean, with no cigarette smell, only a faint lemon air freshener scent.
The entrance to Wan Chai Police Station.
"Thank you, twenty-eight dollars."
The driver stopped the car and glanced at the meter.
Huang Bingyao took out thirty yuan and handed it over.
"Keep the change, please."
"As much as it should be."
The driver deftly rummaged through the coin box, pulled out two one-yuan coins, stuffed them back into Huang Bingyao's hand, nodded to him, and then drove into traffic after Huang Bingyao got out of the car.
Huang Bingyao held the two coins, still cool to the touch, in his hand, standing at the police station entrance, watching the taillights of the departing red taxi, and didn't move for a long time.
Is it because... he didn't take many rides in the past?
Or are those bastards from a few days ago actually the minority?
He shook his head, a look of self-doubt and confusion on his face, and turned to walk into the police station lobby.
As soon as I entered, I heard several police officers on their day off gathered together, discussing something animatedly.
"That's amazing! I came from North Point this morning and hailed three taxis, and not one of them refused to take me!"
"They asked me where I was going and even offered to help me with my suitcase!"
A young police officer clicked his tongue in amazement.
"More than that!"
Another person chimed in.
"My mother went to the market yesterday and said that a taxi driver actually got out of his car to help her carry her shopping basket into the car!"
"My mother was so frightened she thought she'd been possessed; she talked to me about it for ages when she got back!"
As Huang Bingyao listened, his steps unconsciously slowed down.
At this moment, someone else spoke up, somewhat puzzled.
"But something's weird."
"I went to visit relatives in Kowloon Tong yesterday. As soon as I came out of the Cross-Harbour Tunnel, I hailed a taxi on the Kowloon side."
"Those guys are back to their old ways, complaining about distances, haggling over prices, and refusing fares—they haven't changed a bit!"
"Huh? You too?"
Immediately, others echoed this sentiment.
"I had the same experience when I went to Tsuen Wan the day before yesterday. It seems like only the taxi drivers in Wan Chai have suddenly changed their ways!"
After some discussion, the group came to a conclusion that even they found somewhat surprising.
Taxi service has improved, but there seems to be an invisible limit, confined to Wan Chai.
Huang Bingyao stood on the periphery of the crowd, listening to the discussions.
His face, which had been filled with confusion, suddenly curved into a meaningful smile.
He remembered.
A few days ago, he gave those two car dealership owners a thorough dressing-down.
It seems like he said something harsh like, "If something like this happens again, don't bother fishing in Wan Chai."
Could it be that the anger I casually uttered was so powerful?
Immediate results?
Chen Yuan happened to be passing by with a document in his hand.
Seeing Huang Bingyao standing there alone with a mysterious smile on his face, I couldn't help but stop and ask in surprise.
"Ah... Inspector Wong, what's wrong?"
"Ah Yuan".
Huang Bingyao turned around upon hearing the sound, his smile widening, even tinged with smugness.
Have you noticed that the taxi service in Wan Chai has improved?
Chen Yuan nodded.
"Of course."
He knows what's going on.
Crow signed a cooperation agreement with Zhang Jinhui.
Dongxing invested money and effort in Jinhui Auto Dealership, which was then reorganized into Wuhui Auto Dealership.
Those old-fashioned drivers who used to overcharge and pick and choose customers will either be fired or educated to be obedient.
The vacant positions were filled by a group of gangsters who wanted to get out of jail and do something legitimate.
The first lesson in the training was about rules and service.
"I gave those two guys a good scolding a few days ago, and I didn't expect them to actually take action against me."
"I never imagined my words would have such an influence."
After Huang Bingyao finished speaking, he put his hands behind his back, hummed a little tune, and walked briskly upstairs.
Chen Yuan: "..."
He shouldn't tell the truth; let's just make Uncle happy.