"Driver, Changhe Park."
Getting into the taxi, Chen Yuan told the driver the destination.
Jiang Wenning, who was visibly excited, couldn't help but say, "Driver, can you go a bit faster? We're in a hurry."
The driver was unmoved, speaking in a calm tone, "Changhe Park isn't close from here; even at top speed, it'll take half an hour. Besides, driving too fast isn't safe. Our goal is to always ensure passengers reach their destinations safely."
"I'll pay more."
Jiang Wenning pulled out a hundred yuan bill, slapping it down on the center armrest with a flick.
The driver's gaze glanced at the crisp hundred-yuan bill without changing his expression, still speaking placidly, "It's not about the money, I have my service standards; safety is paramount..."
Another slap as another hundred-yuan bill landed.
The driver swallowed discreetly, gripped the steering wheel tightly, yet maintained composure, "Miss, it truly isn't about the money..."
Another slap!
