pjbooks Chapter 592 How can you demonstrate the value of a modern driver without exaggerating it?
Chapter 592 How can you demonstrate the value of a modern driver without exaggerating it?
Just then, the cell phone in my pocket started vibrating and ringing like a death knell.
Ye Fan took it out and saw that the two characters "Chen Bao" were jumping frantically on the screen.
He had barely pressed the answer button, and before he could even utter a "feed," Chen Bao's voice, trembling with tears, frantic with worry, and almost cracking, burst from the receiver, his words flowing like a machine gun:
"Hey! Mr. Ye! Mr. Ye! This is terrible! This is really terrible!"
His voice was filled with despair:
"I'm driving drunk! I've been caught red-handed! There are traffic police everywhere ahead, a complete dragnet! Please, whatever you do, don't take this road! Quickly, turn around if you can, take a detour if you can, get as far away as possible!"
Listening to Old Chen's anxious tone, as if he wanted to fly inside and "start sewing," Ye Fan calmly glanced out the window at the approaching checkpoint and the two or three cars lined up ahead, his tone indifferent:
"Oh, too late. I'm already in line in the DUI check lane, and judging by the progress, I'll be next in line to blow into the breathalyzer."
"what!"
Chen Bao let out a short gasp on the other end of the phone, followed by deeper despair and immense confusion:
"Then why do you sound so calm? Wait a minute, Mr. Ye! You drank just as much as I did! Your mental fortitude is off the charts! Is this... you've switched to 'give up' mode, ready to resign yourself to your fate and join me in experiencing life?"
Ye Fan slowly unscrewed the bottle of iced cola he had just bought, took a leisurely sip, and felt the carbonation burst on his tongue, bringing a refreshing sensation.
He chuckled and said, "Why should I accept my fate? Go in and keep you company? Dream on. I've already hired a designated driver."
Chen Bao: "..."
The receiver fell into complete silence, with only Chen Bao's heavy breathing and the faint instructions from the traffic police in the background.
That silence was like the sound of his worldview shattering.
As they were talking, the Audi A7 slowly drove up to the checkpoint.
A young traffic policeman signaled to roll down the car window, and the designated driver cooperated by blowing into the air, but the detector showed no reaction.
The traffic police nodded and waved for them to pass.
Ye Fan asked the traffic police if he could also blow the whistle.
Although the traffic police officer was puzzled, he still blew the whistle on him, and without even looking, the light was flashing red.
The designated driver asked Ye Fan with a puzzled look, "Boss, what's going on?"
Ye Fan laughed and said, "How can I demonstrate the value of calling a designated driver if I don't brag about it?"
The designated driver paused for a moment, then gave Ye Fan a thumbs up.
Young people really know how to have fun.
The car slowly passed the temporary impounding point set up by the traffic police, where several dejected "drinking buddies" were already squatting or standing.
Ye Fan, sitting in the passenger seat, deliberately rolled down the window halfway, stretched out his hand, and used the conspicuous red Coca-Cola can to give a casual nod to Chen Bao, who was squatting by the curb with a long face, cooperating with the traffic police to register his information.
A mischievous smile, undisguised and laced with a hint of "you're so careless," curled at the corner of his lips.
The cool night breeze blew in through the car window, carrying with it the faint wails of Chen Bao.
Watching their newly minted young boss, who held the power of life and death over them, ride in a luxury car, sipping soda, and escorted by a professional chauffeur, effortlessly navigate this "minefield" that terrifies countless drivers, and speed away...
Chen Bao, who was squatting by the roadside, was overwhelmed with grief and wanted to cry but couldn't. He wished he could slap himself twice on the spot!
Damn it! They're just used to being poor!
At crucial moments, how could we forget that wealthy people, in addition to driving themselves, can also hire a designated driver – a "standard practice"?
This "jail" felt both unjust and somehow justified...
As the car drove along the road, Ye Fan looked out the window at the dazzling city night view.
After thinking for a moment, I took out my phone and dialed Miao Zi's number.
The phone rang a few times before being answered. A slightly sleepy but quickly clear-headed female voice came through: "Honey, what's up?"
In private, Miao Zi still habitually calls Ye Fan "husband," but at the company, she can accurately switch to "President Ye."
Ye Fan said gently:
"Honey, there's something I need you to handle. Chen Bao was arrested for drunk driving. He has a business contract to sign tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, and he absolutely cannot stay in there for the full fifteen days. Try to find a way to expedite the bail or other procedures tonight and get him out of there."
Miao Zi, who was on the other end of the phone, had already gone to bed, but upon hearing that Ye Fan had something urgent, all her sleepiness vanished instantly, and her voice became resolute:
"Okay, honey! I'll go take care of it right now."
It was exactly 1 a.m.
The night breeze was slightly cool at the entrance of a traffic police brigade in a certain district of Nanjing.
Chen Bao clutched his old coat tightly to his chest, standing alone on the cold steps, gazing at the deserted, silent road and the scattered streetlights in the distance.
I was completely disoriented in the night wind, my mind blank, as if I had just had a bizarre and absurd dream.
Half an hour earlier, he was in the interrogation room, regretfully calculating how much of a blow fifteen days of detention would do to his company, which was just starting to improve.
He even began to struggle to find the words to explain this shameful incident to his wife at home.
The results of it?
Before he could even taste the two cups of hot tea that the traffic police had poured for him to sober up, and before he had even finished giving his statement, a uniformed officer who looked like a leader walked in with some documents.
His attitude was even quite amiable. He told him that the formalities were complete and he could leave, and even patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Be more careful in the future, and don't drink and drive."
The whole process went incredibly smoothly, as if he hadn't committed drunk driving, but rather a minor oversight like forgetting his driver's license.
Chen Bao wasn't stupid. In this city, he was just a small business owner of a decoration company who had just climbed the social ladder and hadn't really settled in yet. He had no relatives or friends. Why would he be released so "efficiently" and "politely" in the middle of the night?
Except for Ye Fan, the new boss who held up a Coke at the checkpoint and drove off in an Audi A7.
He couldn't imagine who else could possess such skill in the quiet of the night in Nanjing.
"Good heavens, who exactly is my boss?" Chen Bao muttered to himself, and couldn't help but shudder.
The cold night wind blew, completely dispelling the last trace of alcohol, replacing it with a profound shock and a sense of relief as if one had survived a catastrophe.
He glanced back at the solemn gate of the traffic police brigade, then turned to look in the general direction of the Hongdou Building, his expression complex.
There was surprise and lingering fear, but more than anything, there was a kind of fanaticism and unwavering determination that stemmed from a complete conviction in someone, a devotion that was so strong that one was willing to sacrifice everything for them.
He tightened his coat, took a few steps with his still slightly weak legs, and walked to the roadside to hail a night taxi.
He had only one thought in his mind: Tomorrow, he had to sign the contract perfectly and make "Zhuojiang" a resounding success, so as not to let down General Manager Ye's kindness in getting him out of trouble tonight.
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