And the taxi drivers in Chongqing are like a stand-up comedy show.
"You're driving so slow, it's like you're driving a wedding car! You might as well just get out and walk."
"Even my husky at home runs faster than you."
"Wow, there's so much space beside you and you still squeeze in with me. You're really something."
"Damn!"
The last two words weren't from the driver, they were from Wang Fan.
"Driver, did you just take off?!"
He clearly felt his butt lift off the seat and heard a "bang" sound!
The driver calmly said, "How could it be? My 1.6 liter naturally aspirated engine, plus it's a gas-powered car, how could it possibly fly?"
Wang Fan looked at Zhuo Qianqian, and Zhuo Qianqian nodded vigorously, indicating she felt it too.
Wang Fan quickly said, "Driver, let's slow down a bit, we aren't in that much of a hurry..."
