"As long as a person becomes better, any trouble can be solved."

Zhou Ze, who walked out of the factory, expressed his praise for himself without hesitation.

Master Dao naturally sneered: What is the best thing about you? It’s just a fist. If Fang Chengshi knew your real situation, he would have long known what pit you would have buried.

Zhou Ze cut off: "There is someone who always speaks in my heart. This can easily cause my nerves to be divided."

Master Dao: Do ​​you believe it or not, I will make you nervous now.

"Just Master Dao." Zhou Ze said with a smile.

Then he stopped a taxi on the side of the road.

"Where are you going, the big actor?" Before he got on the bus, Zhou Ze heard the driver's enthusiastic greeting.

Zhou Ze was stunned for a moment and immediately understood something.

I walked out of the factory where I was filming, and I looked so handsome. How could the driver not think he was a big star when he saw it?

Dao Ye: People are talking about actors, they are really narcissistic and big stars.

"It's too much!" Zhou Ze spoke directly.

This sound made the driver stunned and said carefully: "Mr. Actor, are you saying something I just said too much?"

He is a driver who often picks up customers in this area, so he has naturally seen all kinds of actors, and most of them are close to collapse.

So when he heard Zhou Ze say the sentence "It's too much", he also strengthened his inner thoughts.

"He must be a supporting actor. He is having a hard time filming and is in a bad mood. I must accompany him well!"

"Hehe." Zhou Ze touched his head and smiled: "I'm sorry, I didn't talk to you just now."

Master Dao, look at you, this makes me almost regarded as a lunatic.

"Didn't talk to me?" The driver understood, and looked at Zhou Ze with sympathy in his eyes: "Get on the car quickly, fasten up your seat belt, and even if the future is not smooth, I can take you to sprint!"

Zhou Ze was stunned: "Hahaha, the driver is quite enthusiastic."

Without thinking too much, Zhou Ze got into the co-pilot.

"Let's tie your seat belt, you see, it's not worrying about me again." The driver looked at Zhou Ze not wearing a seat belt, and directly reached out to help Zhou Ze tie the seat belt.

And he also used very gentle words: "What if I brake suddenly, what should I do if you hit your head in front?"

"More importantly, I'm afraid that you can't stand your life, so I open the car door and jump down." The driver whispered in a voice that only he could hear.

"Forehead…"

Zhou Ze had a good hearing. He heard the driver's whisper: "Are you afraid I will commit suicide?!"

"Oh." The driver shook his head and then started the vehicle: "What is suicide? To put it nicely, it is my yearning for the reincarnation world."

"Driver." Zhou Ze said softly.

"Brother is here, I've been there all the time." The driver answered.

Zhou Ze patted his forehead helplessly: "Are you a little bit too high on your body?"

"No." The driver denied.

"Then I have to talk about you carefully. How can we materialists believe in reincarnation?" Zhou Ze said seriously.

"My little brother is very enlightened, so why can't I persist? Life is so beautiful, isn't it necessary to experience some setbacks?" The driver's expression was a little surprised.

Compared to it, Zhou Ze should be more surprised!

Zhou Ze widened his eyes: "Master Driver, what have you been saying since the beginning?"

"Although I know that the job of playing supporting roles is not rich and difficult to do, people always have to persist, right?"

The driver said earnestly: "I just advise you to be open."

"I…"

Zhou Ze suddenly said: "When did I lose my mind..."

"Also, who told you that I am a supporting role?" Zhou Ze was speechless.

Zhou Ze originally thought that the driver regarded himself as a big star, but in the end he regarded himself as a supporting actor?

Zhou Ze smiled: "Driver, you see, people are quite...not accurate..."

"Ah?" The driver sympathized with Zhou Ze even more: "Is it so much pressure to be a star now?"

"How can I know..." Zhou Ze shook his head: "I am neither a supporting actor nor an actor..."

"Oh..." The driver sighed and shook his head gently: "No wonder..."

"What's wrong?" Zhou Ze asked.

"No wonder you lost hope in life..." said the driver.

Zhou Ze couldn't help it: "Brother, when did I lose hope in life..."

"Then you show that you are so stressed... It's okay, you refute me, I don't mind." The driver thought he understood Zhou Ze very much.

"Brother, I'm not under much pressure."

"I understand everything." The driver said with a look at Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze was speechless: "Brother, are you thinking of me as a person who has lost confidence because of what I said before getting in the car?"

The driver nodded: "Isn't it?"

"I have one problem, that is, I often like to talk to myself if I have nothing to do..." Zhou Ze made an excuse.

"Master Dao, look, others will regard me as a mental illness!"

Master Dao: You can't just say nothing.

I'm still not used to it...

"So that's how it is..." The driver suddenly realized: "It's good that it's okay, I've been worried for so long."

"Where are you going?" the driver asked.

Only then did Zhou Ze notice that although the vehicle was trembling slightly, he did not take a single step.

"Didn't you just started the vehicle?" Zhou Ze asked.

The driver nodded: "Yes... Otherwise, why would you calculate the money?"

"No... you have to calculate the money for me even if you haven't left a step?" Zhou Ze said loudly.

The driver nodded seriously, then took out his own working card: "Take good care of the mood of his customers is also the principle of every driver of ours."

"But I don't think you can count the money for me." Zhou Ze looked at the fifty dollars on the dashboard and took a breath.

Fifty dollars, isn’t this going to kill me!

"We usually have to calculate the money for mental illness like you who want to commit suicide... It is also to protect the physical and mental safety of each of our drivers!"

"Let's go." Zhou Ze didn't want to continue chatting with him.

"Then where will we go, sir?" the driver still smiled.

Zhou Ze looked painful, and after thinking about it, he spoke: "Go to the villa area to the north."

"Is it the biggest one?"

Zhou Ze looked at the dashboard that had been picked for another two dollars and couldn't help but shout, "Go away! Isn't there only one villa area!"

"Okay! Depart!" The driver still had a happy expression.

But Zhou Ze was unhappy.

Only then did Zhou Ze realize that he might have encountered a black car...

Zhou Ze has been refuting and emphasizing that he is not a mentally ill who wants to commit suicide...

But after the driver's operation, Zhou Ze finally came back to his senses.

I am just a lunatic who was cheated of money!
Chapter completed!