"Driver, Changhe Park."
After getting in the taxi, Chen Yuan told the driver their destination.
With excitement on her face, Jiang Wenning couldn't help but say, "Driver, can you go faster? We're in a hurry."
The driver was unmoved, his tone flat, "Changhe Park isn't close to here. It'll take at least half an hour, and I can't drive too fast. Getting every passenger safely to their destination is our creed."
"I'll pay extra."
Jiang Wenning pulled out a hundred-dollar bill and slapped it on the central armrest.
The driver glanced sideways at the brand-new hundred-dollar bill, his expression unchanged, his tone still flat, "It's not a matter of more or less money. I have my own service creed; safety matters most..."
Slap!
Another hundred-dollar bill appeared.
The driver secretly swallowed his saliva, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, but he still maintained his composure, "Miss, this really isn't about more or less money..."
Slap!
