thefictionvixens 037 I am here
037 I am here
For orders dispatched by the platform, the system only shows the passenger's waiting location. The passenger's destination is not visible until the driver picks up the passenger and the trip begins. This is because the platform is concerned that some drivers might refuse service if the destination is too close or too congested.
Yu drove to Sir Run Run Shaw Hospital, picked up his guests at the main entrance, and realized that his guests wanted to go to Yinhai Street in Xiasha, which was too far away.
Yu Wenhao thought to himself, "So what if it's far? I can just get to Xiasha and then take the Desheng Expressway. It'll be the same."
After dropping the passenger off at their destination, another order came in immediately, probably because it was a busy time for ride-hailing. Yu Wenhao hesitated for a moment, but still accepted. She figured the passengers here were probably heading towards the city center, which was probably the right direction, and it would also get her closer to San San and the others.
When they picked up the customer, who appeared to be a college student, Yu greeted him and then looked at the destination. He was both amused and exasperated. The customer was indeed heading to the city center, but he had gone in the completely opposite direction to Bin'an Road in Binjiang District.
Yu Wenhao was hesitant to let customers get out of the car, fearing that canceling or refusing an order would result in a deduction of service points. It took dozens of orders to gain just one service point, and each responsible cancellation would deduct one point. If a customer complained, the situation would be even worse.
When the platform assigns orders, vehicles with complete documentation, like Yu Wenhao's, are given priority. If everyone has complete documentation, the priority level also depends on service score and star rating. You could say that service score is Yu Wenhao's lifeline, so he dares not be careless.
Yu greeted the guests with a warm smile, reminding them to fasten their seatbelts. After confirming the route with the guests, he noted that passengers crossing the river were most concerned about which bridge or tunnel to use.
"Handsome, should we take the Jiubao Bridge or the Third Bridge?" Yu asked. "The Third Bridge is a bit congested right now."
The other person snorted: "Jiubao Bridge is also congested. This damn city, where isn't congested now? All the land has been sold to real estate developers. Even leaving one more lane won't work. Let's take the Qingchun Tunnel."
Yu Wenhao paused for a moment, realizing the other person was upset. He said, "Go through the Qingchun Tunnel? Then we can't take the elevated road, and it'll be even more congested."
"I know, I'm not in a hurry, are you?" the other person asked.
Yu Wenhao quickly said, "No rush, no rush, okay, then we'll go through Qianjiang New City and Qingchun Tunnel."
Along the way, Yu Wenhao's cell phone, which he had placed in the middle storage cabinet, kept ringing. Yu Wenhao didn't even need to look to know that Er Mao and San San were urging him and asking where he was.
Yu Wenhao was too lazy to answer the phone, and dared not answer it either. If he encountered a picky customer while driving, and he answered the phone, the customer would get out of the car and complain about him. Yu Wenhao had never encountered such a thing, but in their driver group, people kept complaining about receiving such complaints.
After the ringing stopped, the phone rang again. It was Er Mao and San San calling because they hadn't received a response to his text messages.
Yu Wenhao didn't go to pick him up, but cursed inwardly, "Screw you, don't you know I've been kidnapped by a customer and taken to Binjiang?"
The passenger turned to look at Yu Wenhao and asked, "You owe someone money, and you're not even answering your phone?"
Yu Wenhao laughed loudly and said, "No, no, it's my brother urging me to go drinking."
"Not bad, you still have wine to drink," the other person said.
That one sentence killed the conversation. Yu Wenhao didn't know how to reply. He couldn't very well say, "What, you don't have any wine to drink or any brothers?" He thought for a moment and said:
"It's not the weekend."
The young man snorted again: "Yeah, it's the weekend, all my classmates went drinking and to hotels, but I have to go back to take care of the old folks and empty their spittoons!"
No wonder, no wonder there's such a big grudge. Yu Wen smiled and said, "Maybe your classmates envy you for being able to go home on weekends and spend time with your parents."
"What's going on? They're not my parents, they're my grandmother," the young man said. "If my parents were in Hangzhou, they wouldn't need me to go back."
Yu Wenhao was somewhat displeased. He said indifferently, "My grandmother passed away when I was very young. I still think about her sometimes, but that's all I can do now."
The young man glanced at Yu Wenhao, then hesitated, as if he wanted to say something. Yu Wenhao also remained silent.
Upon arriving at their destination, they stopped at the entrance of the residential area. The young man got out of the car, but Yu Wenhao didn't start the car immediately. Instead, he picked up the phone in the storage cabinet next to him and saw five missed calls. Two were from Er Mao, and three were from San San. Yu Wenhao called them back.
"Don't worry, are you taking orders again?" San San asked as soon as the call connected.
Yu Wen chuckled, "I was just looking for a ride, but I ended up in Binjiang instead."
"Holy crap! Look at the time!"
"Okay, I'll be right there, don't nag." Yu Wenhao said and then hung up the phone.
He checked the time; it was already past seven. He dared not accept any more orders, lest he be taken somewhere else. He closed the app, started his car, and drove off.
When he arrived at the agreed hotel, it was almost eight o'clock. Yu Wenhao pushed open the door to the private room, and the four people inside shouted at him. He was greeted with a barrage of insults.
Besides Er Mao and San San, there was also Gua Ren, who came from Yongcheng in the afternoon, and a woman named Qi Qi. When Yu Wenhao saw Gua Ren and then Qi Qi, he wasn't surprised at all.
I know Qiqi, Er Mao, and San San. San San works in the pile foundation equipment industry, and many large projects use their self-balancing load cells.
His clients are all large engineering and construction companies. When their personnel come to Hangzhou, he always provides a full range of services, from food and drinks to entertainment. And Qiqi has a quota of booking private rooms every month. Such a lucrative business certainly wouldn't let it go to outsiders, so Yu Wenhao introduced Qiqi to San San.
I was also Yu Wenhao's high school classmate. The four of them were best friends and called themselves F4. I am a native of Yongcheng. My family speaks Anqing dialect. We used to make a living by growing vegetables and lived a very comfortable life. After our vegetable fields were requisitioned, my father used the compensation money to build a five-story building to rent out, and we still lived a very comfortable life.
Later, the house was demolished, and the developer compensated them with eight apartments. His two younger sisters got married, and according to the village custom, they had no share in the family property. His parents lived in one apartment, I lived in another, and the other apartments were rented out. All eight apartments were registered in my name.
I was one of the few in their class who decided not to take the college entrance exam a long time ago. So while Yu Wenhao and Er Mao were picking at their pimples and working hard in the classroom, I was the most carefree person in their class, and even in the whole school. I could come to class whenever I wanted, and I could skip class whenever I wanted. The teachers were too lazy to care about such people and treated me like I didn't exist.
My seat is in the last row, and the girl in front of me sits in front of me. So when he's not here, a lot of boys will try to take his seat. Whenever I suddenly feel like it and stroll to school around 9 a.m. or 2 p.m., I find my seat always occupied, which is really annoying.
I have posted a note on my seat that reads: “Do not sit in my seat without permission.”
That's how I got my nickname, but everyone still fights for my position.
After graduating from high school, all the young people in his village who could get into university left Yongcheng to study elsewhere. Among the remaining young people, I was the most educated. In addition, my family's surname was already a common surname in our village, so I went to the village committee.
This guy wasn't ambitious when he was in school, but he was very popular in society. He drifted along in the village for a while, and was eventually elected as the village head. After the village was changed to a community, he became the community head.