At 7 o'clock today, the alarm clock woke me up and disturbed my beautiful dream... I was dreaming of a pair of beautiful flip-flops, which were a bit big. I asked the shopkeeper to take a smaller size.... Unfortunately, it didn't work out. Alas... All our money has been spent on food and clothing... The bus shook all the way to Zhangzhou. After getting off the bus, private cars, tricycles, motorcycles all surrounded us to grab customers. This situation is roughly the same across the country... We took a regular taxi.
Although the factory is remote, it's still easy to find. The work went smoothly. On the first day of Qzone, I finished at 4 pm. It was also lucky that there was an available taxi when we came out. The highlight appeared here... We got into the taxi and found a mobile phone in the back seat. We were discussing it while sitting in the car, and the taxi driver said anxiously, "Don't take that phone, it's my friend's..." Who would believe that? Everyone knows it was left by the previous passenger... He tried hard to say that it belonged to his fellow townsman, a familiar customer who would come to pick it up, and he would return it...
The more he explained, the more suspicious we felt. Then we called one of the numbers in the contact list and asked if she was the friend of the phone owner (www.ywd321.org/ggx8). After explaining that we had picked up the phone, we told her (a female voice) to ask her friend to come and get it, giving her the taxi license plate number... Before we finished speaking, she cursed at us, saying we were deceiving people (like Suzhou Viagra)... After hanging up her call, we dialed another number (still a female voice). Fortunately, the phone owner was with that person (with full breasts), then we said the taxi driver wanted us to give the phone to him (www.ggx8.com/weige). Be careful to avoid traps! Sent by卜蜂莲花in Shantou, we let the phone owner note down the taxi license plate number and pick it up herself. The driver interjected, saying there was no need to remember the license plate number, just calling his number would be fine.
The owner wanted to talk to the driver, so we handed over the phone. But the driver placed it in the storage compartment after receiving it. We urged him to answer the phone, then we heard him arguing on the phone, accusing the phone owner of deceiving him, saying the fare was underpaid, and mentioning a destination further away than originally stated... The situation was somewhat complicated but clear enough. With such deep resentment, would the driver return the phone? We arrived at the long-distance bus station. We told the driver that the phone couldn't be given to him. There was a police reporting point at the station where we could hand it over, and he should go together as a witness. Then... the door of the reporting point was locked tightly. Our civil servants... alas, it's a pity for all the taxes we pay each month...
Then, we found a security guard at the station, explained the situation to him, and handed over the phone. We hoped that when the phone owner called her own number, the security guard would return the phone to her... All hopes are beautiful... So we rushed to catch the bus back to XM... Will the phone return to its rightful owner? Don't think about it, thinking won't change anything...