Originally, the whistleblower call was made from a convenience store. This was easy to trace, but now the store owner was twisting and turning wildly. Once he got into the police car, he kept making faces against the window.
Perhaps because he was the last one to get on, he was now in high spirits.
Li Zhiyuan looked around, somewhat puzzled that Brother Runsheng hadn't returned yet.
Just right in front, there was a yellow tricycle parked there joining the crowd. Li Zhiyuan walked over, got on, and mentioned the location of the town health center as well as asked about the fare.
After the tricycle driver quoted the fare, Li Zhiyuan suddenly realized that because of the earlier phone call, he naturally switched to Mandarin and hadn't switched back to the dialect, so he asked again in Nantong dialect.
The tricycle driver grinned sheepishly and quoted a price that was half off the previous one.
