"That makes sense."
"Then can I say something?"
"Go ahead. I'm listening."
"I don't want this fare anymore. My beloved car's rear end has been hit more than a dozen times. Just fixing the bumper and repainting it will cost at least tens of thousands of yuan, but after the platform's cut, I'll only make a little more than ten yuan from this job. It's a huge loss."
Big Wave was both annoyed and amused. At a time like this, he wasn't worried about getting shot, but about his car repairs. What a weirdo.
"Don't worry," she said. "After this is over, I'll compensate you a hundredfold for your losses. I can even get you a better BMW, as long as you get me to my destination."
With that promise, this might not be a loss, Xia Liang thought. Besides, the rear bumper is almost scrap metal anyway.
「.....」
The 38th Iron Rooster Film Festival was being held on Victory Avenue.
