The driver has been around the block, knowing something unusual is up, probably the passengers in the car offended someone.
Making money is secondary, staying alive is critical: "Sir, you see, did you offend someone? We're just ordinary folks, we can't afford to provoke these people. How about you take another taxi?"
Yang Fan threw two hundred bucks at the driver: "Don't be scared, I'll get off and settle this right now, just wait a bit."
Seeing the money, the driver's attitude softened a lot, who wouldn't make money if they could.
But, could he really settle it? The driver felt uncertain, holding the money and hesitating when Yang Fan had already opened the door and gotten out.
From those four or five cars, a dozen people stepped out, and leading them was that middle-aged uncle.
