Chapter 1089: The Plague God

"Ha!" Zhou Andong laughed happily.

The driver's eyes twitched. Just as he pulled his head back and was about to run, Zhou Andong had already quickly pulled the car door open and gotten in.

"Why did you get in the car?"

"You're a strange one," Zhou Andong said with a smile. "This is a taxi, and I need a ride. If I don't get in, do you expect me to climb onto the roof?"

"Besides, half an hour ago you told me you wanted my business. Yangcheng is so big, and we ran into each other again—this is fate. If I don't give you my business, my conscience wouldn't be able to rest for the rest of my life."

"Brother!" the driver said guiltily. "I have to go pick someone up. It was pre-arranged. You'd better take another taxi."

"Oh, you have to pick someone up?" The smile on Zhou Andong's face grew even brighter. "That's perfect, it's on the way. Let's go."

"..."

The driver looked at the rearview mirror, speechless. "You don't even know where I'm going, how is it on the way?"

"Anywhere is fine." Zhou Andong took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it. "Just drop me off when you see a bank."

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror again. He knew in his heart that he definitely couldn't get this plague god out of his car, so he could only find the nearest bank.

Zhou Andong looked at the back of the driver's head and grinned silently.

This time the car moved quickly. Including waiting for red lights, it only took two or three minutes before the car stopped in front of the Industrial and Commercial Bank.

Zhou Andong pushed the door open and got out. The driver hurriedly called out.

"Hey, you haven't paid the fare yet!"

Zhou Andong pointed at the bank. "Where is this?"

The driver was a bit bewildered. "A bank."

Zhou Andong said with disdain, "You know this is a bank, and you're still asking me for money? Are you stupid?"

The driver was even more bewildered. "Brother, what do you mean? I don't understand."

"It's about IQ," Zhou Andong said helplessly. "If I had money, why would I come to a bank?"

The driver's chubby face remained confused. Zhou Andong turned around and said, "Wait here, I'll pay you after I withdraw the money."

This time the driver understood. Watching Zhou Andong's back as he walked into the bank, a look of disdain appeared in his eyes.

Damn, dressed all fancy, and he doesn't even have a few bucks for the fare.

After waiting for more than twenty minutes, the driver grew impatient and pushed the car door open to get out.

He wanted to go inside and see if the bank had a back door, and if Zhou Andong had run off through it.

Just then, he saw Zhou Andong coming out.

"Sorry, sorry, kept you waiting." Zhou Andong pulled the car door open and got back in.

The driver was stunned, then immediately got back in as well.

"Brother, why did you get back in?"

"It's on the way!" Zhou Andong patted the driver's broad shoulder. "Go pick up your passenger, and drop me off if we pass another bank on the way."

The driver was speechless for a long time. Zhou Andong's lips curled into a smile. "What's wrong? Hurry up and drive. You have a client waiting to be picked up, and I'm in a hurry to get to a bank. If it gets any later, they'll be closing."

The driver asked in a muffled voice, "You didn't get the money here?"

"I did," Zhou Andong sighed. "But the amount I'm withdrawing is a bit large. One bank can't handle that much, so I have to go to a second one."

The driver was rendered speechless by Zhou Andong's words again. Brother, can we stop bragging?

How much money are you withdrawing that one bank can't handle it and you have to go to a second one?

But no matter what he thought, Zhou Andong was already in the car, so he could only bite the bullet and take this plague god to the second bank.

A few minutes later, the car stopped in front of the second bank. Zhou Andong got out. "Wait here, I'm going to withdraw the money."

The driver watched Zhou Andong's figure disappear into the bank entrance and really wanted to just drive away.

But the fare was already over nine yuan, and he couldn't bear to lose it, so he could only wait patiently.

This time he waited for over ten minutes. Zhou Andong came out of the bank with a kraft paper file bag in his hand, bulging as if it were filled with a lot of money.

The driver was happy; he must have withdrawn the money. "You got the money, right?"

Zhou Andong nodded with a smile. "Got it."

"The fare is nine-fifty." Immediately after, the driver's smile froze on his face because Zhou Andong had gotten back into the car: "Brother, why are you back up here?"

"It's on the way!" Zhou Andong threw the file bag onto the seat beside him. "Let's go, you go pick up your passenger, and drop me off if we pass a bank on the way."

The driver felt his IQ had been seriously insulted. This guy was deliberately messing with him.

Thinking of this, the driver snorted to himself. Since you want to sit, then sit. You still have to pay me the fare anyway.

Next, they went to three more banks before finally scraping together the fifty thousand yuan.

"Finally finished withdrawing it." Zhou Andong shook his head with great emotion.

The driver's eyes suddenly lit up. "Brother, you've finished withdrawing the money, shouldn't you pay the fare?"

"Pay what fare?" Zhou Andong looked bewildered. "If you don't take me back, what fare am I supposed to pay you?"

"No!" The driver was truly anxious. "I have to go pick someone up. Can't you just pay me the fare and take another taxi back?"

Zhou Andong said with a tone of "I'm disappointed in you," "I'm telling you, you have no economic sense at all. Just go pick up your passenger. Wouldn't it be great if you dropped me off after you pick them up?

Look, you don't have to drive an empty car for the next stretch, and you can earn an extra fare. Such a good thing, others would kill for it, why are you pushing it away?"

The driver was just about to say something when Zhou Andong gave his shoulder a heavy pat from behind, knocking the words right back into his throat.

"You're a grown man, stop dawdling. Hurry up and drive."

The driver's chubby, fair face turned black. He wasn't picking up anyone; that was just an excuse.

But he never dreamed he would run into such a plague god.

"The person I'm picking up doesn't like ride-sharing."

"This person is really unreasonable." Zhou Andong's tone was quite dissatisfied. "You taxi drivers work so hard from dawn till dusk, why can't they be more understanding and let you earn a bit more?"

"Exactly, exactly." The driver nodded his chubby head vigorously. "Brother—no, Big Brother, you'd better get out and take another taxi back."

"Take another taxi?" Zhou Andong glared. "Drive, go pick him up. I want to meet him and give him a lesson. How can someone be like this?"

The driver was truly on the verge of tears. Zhou Andong patted his shoulder again. "Drive, what are you waiting for? If we're late, they'll be even less happy."

The driver sighed, shifted the steering wheel, and turned the car around.

"Hmm?" Zhou Andong looked out the window. "Why are you turning back?"

The driver said in a muffled voice, "The person I'm picking up is an acquaintance. It's fine if I'm a bit late. I'll take you back first; they don't like ride-sharing."

Zhou Andong nodded with great understanding. "That works too. You can earn a bit more money, and I'm happy for you." ===== CHAPTER 1090 =====