Xie Yuhan did not return to Qingyun Mountain. After Chen Zhe contacted Zhang Kai again, this was the first question Zhang Kai answered for him.
Since she didn't return to Qingyun Mountain, she's most likely not in the East China Sea either.
The search area for food delivery is not large, and you only go to a few fixed places every day. The chances of meeting someone in the vast sea of people are too low.
So Chen Zhe chose to drive for ride-hailing services. Four wheels are always faster than two wheels, and he can go to farther places. Zhang Kai reacted very strongly when he heard that he wanted to drive for ride-hailing services because he used to drive for ride-hailing services and he knew how difficult it was. He really couldn't understand why Chen Zhe would do this.
He had everything he needed as soon as he returned to Donghai. He was just making a fuss over nothing, which was completely unnecessary. If he wanted to find someone, he could hire a private investigator or pester the Taoists of Qingyun Mountain every day. They would eventually have to talk to him. But Chen Zhe was unwilling to do that.
“Brother Zhang, I’m not just looking for Xiaoyu, I’m also looking for my true self.”
"Mr. Chen... Brother, although I really don't understand, I respect you. How about this, if you really want to drive for a ride-hailing service, I can transfer the money to you and buy you a really good car. I know you don't have a single penny right now..."
"Haha, no need, Brother Zhang. I don't plan to buy a car. I don't know how long I'll stay in this city. Besides, I really want to rely entirely on myself."
"Brother, this money was originally yours. I'm just holding it for you... If you come back, the money will still be yours."
"No, no, no, Brother Zhang, since I gave you those things, they are yours."
A bitter laugh came from the other end of the phone: "Brother, I feel ashamed. I was just working for you, and then I ended up taking over all your assets. What kind of behavior is this? This is ingratitude!"
"Brother, you've been protecting my safety all along, you deserve all of this."
"Brother, what you're saying makes me want to cry. I really don't dare take your money. I... if I really can't take it, I'll eat two pounds of shit. Otherwise, I just can't feel right..."
"Hahaha……"
Chen Zhe's hearty laughter echoed in the quiet night.
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He didn't buy a car, and he doesn't have the money to buy one now. He saved 10,000 yuan from delivering food, and he used that 10,000 yuan to rent a car.
He didn't care how much he earned by renting a car for two months; what he wanted was to travel to every corner of the city and meet as many people as possible. He had a feeling that his connection with Xie Yuhan was not over and that they would meet again someday.
You know what?
Driving for ride-hailing services is a completely different lifestyle compared to delivering food.
The people I met were all different.
Most of the people who order takeout are office workers or those who stay at home all year round. Their social circles are relatively simple, and Chen Zhe knows many of their personal habits very well. The one who impressed him the most was a man who claimed to be a writer.
That person was slovenly and huddled in a small, dark rented room, eating only one meal a day, each meal consisting of cobbled-together food.
His appearance was far from flattering. Chen Zhe sometimes felt that he was even more miserable than when he was a homeless person. Once, he was overcome with sympathy and gave the man an extra chicken leg.
The man paused for a moment after opening the lunchbox.
"You're looking down on me!!"
He took out the chicken leg, and Chen Zhe thought he was going to throw it away, but who knew that he would put it in his mouth the next second.
He mumbled, "No matter how much you look down on me, I'm still a writer! One day my books will be bestsellers, just you wait and see!"
After he finished speaking, he closed the door. Chen Zhe stood there and smiled. Before leaving, he heard the sound of typing inside.
This was an amusing incident that happened while delivering food.
There are interesting stories about delivering food, and of course, there are also stories about driving for ride-hailing services, where he has picked up all sorts of passengers.
The bar gets the most orders at midnight. Sometimes Chen Zhe doesn't want to, but his phone keeps ringing.
He doesn't like picking up drunk people because they sometimes vomit in the car as soon as they get in, or they bang on the door frame loudly. It's hard to get them to pay compensation, and they don't understand reasoning with you. When they're drunk, they don't even remember who they are.
Even harder to pick up than drunkards are some "little fairies." Sometimes, for orders as small as seven or eight yuan, you have to serve them like princesses, enduring their disgusted expressions and their unpunctuality. Some of them are even more unreasonable, demanding that Chen Zhe drive the car into the building downstairs. As everyone knows, ride-hailing services and food delivery services have a common enemy: the security guards of residential communities.
There are many such difficult passengers, and everyone can come up with a way to mess with you. Some even seem very friendly, smiling all the way on the bus, but then give you a bad review as soon as they get off.
Fortunately, Chen Zhe didn't care about the positive or negative reviews, otherwise he would have really gotten angry with those people.
Of course, life has more than one side.
Things usually have two sides, a bad side and a good side. Many vibrant female college students had ridden in the back seat of his car. Those girls were innocent and romantic, and had very sweet words.
"Brother, you're so handsome, why do you need to drive a taxi?"
"Brother, your face looks so familiar. I think I've seen you in a magazine before."
"Brother, you're so funny. You must have a lot of girlfriends, right?"
"Brother~ Brother~"
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The sweet smiles of those girls always gave Chen Zhe the illusion that, at certain moments, he even thought that his luck with women hadn't ended, or rather, hadn't ended completely.
Ah, young girls, their words always warm my heart, and mature women too, their words are so considerate.
Chen Zhe dislikes people his own age the most, specifically girls his own age.
They are always too snobbish.
As soon as he got on the bus, he crossed his legs and looked at me with a scrutinizing gaze.
"You've been driving a taxi for so long, it's not a good career path. You may be good-looking, but that's not enough. What matters to a man is his ability to make money. Being able to earn money is the only true measure of success!"
"You're just like my ex-boyfriend, you have no ambition whatsoever, you only waste our youth, and you can't provide us with any security..."
When encountering this kind of person, Chen Zhe always felt inwardly wronged.
[Please!! I'm just a taxi driver, I'm not even your blind date!!!]
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Chen Zhe's life as a taxi driver didn't last long. He moved to another city, but this time, he didn't choose to work or become a homeless person.
Instead, he chose to become a street vendor who gets chased away by the city management officers...
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