My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 114 - 94: How is driving without a license judged_2

Chapter 114: Chapter 94: How is driving without a license judged_2

Which play is this? Is this agent a bit cute?

"Exactly! Don’t you think it suits me well?" Meng Lang patted the hood and laughed.

First of all, it’s electric, which is indeed very "trendy".

For some reason, Meng Lang had no interest in fuel cars and fell for this electric car at first sight.

In recent years, the country had subsidized the electric vehicle market at the sales end. The spread of electric cars was rapid, and facilities like charging stations were becoming increasingly widespread, making electric vehicles a popular choice for urban transportation.

Especially in crowded city traffic, these compact and flexible vehicles are quite convenient.

The pragmatic Meng Lang didn’t plan to buy luxury cars or live in mansions, as being too high-profile could draw attention.

Working in insurance, with a bit of money—this is my disguise persona.

As for being a shareholder in a large medical group, that was really just a forced side business...

"Hmm! Don’t say, it really looks a bit different."

Haitang crossed her arms and looked the man and the car up and down.

Today, Meng Lang had put on newly bought clothes, and with this vehicle... Although a bit cute, perhaps he had officially joined the car-owning community?

Successfully transitioned from a down-and-out youth to an urban striving youth.

So this was an identity upgrade?

"But where did you get the money? I heard from Weiwei that you couldn’t even pay your rent recently," Haitang remarked.

Meng Lang was not at all flustered.

"Didn’t I win the lottery before? I recently signed some clients, and with loans, I barely managed to buy this beloved car.

Luckily there’s a government subsidy; it only cost 50,000 yuan on-the-road!

With fuel prices soaring lately, look at this car: with a 250-kilometer range and a cost of 0.05 yuan per kilometer, how about that, economical, right?"

Seeing Meng Lang’s detailed and careful calculations, Haitang couldn’t help but laugh again.

"Alright, stop playing poor. In your line of work, you wouldn’t miss the money for this car, right?"

Meng Lang knew very well which "line of work" Haitang was referring to, but she had obviously misunderstood.

"Ah! You don’t understand, the organization’s money isn’t just blown in by the wind. If you want to get rich, you still have to rely on yourself."

There’s a song that fits the Super Space-Time Wave Tribe’s organizational structure well, called "Only You"...

If not relying on oneself, who else can one rely on?

"Hey! By the way, did you pack your things?"

"Yes! Almost done. Weiwei’s place has everything, just some clothes and kitchen stuff left. I was about to call a car."

"Oh! Then no need to call one, I’m heading over there too. Let’s go! I’ll help you move your luggage."

"This..."

"What? You don’t like it?"

"Of course not, but are you sure it’ll fit?" Haitang glanced at his car with a strange look.

"You’re underestimating my Idol here, aren’t you?" Meng Lang went over, opened the car door, then folded down the back seats, significantly enlarging the trunk space.

"How about that?" he said proudly.

"Hmm... okay then."

...

Fifteen minutes later...

"Mmmm~" "Push harder!" "Almost there!"

"Phew~ It finally fit in." Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Meng Lang looked at the trunk and backseat stuffed full, his expression somewhat helpless.

I still underestimated women...

Haitang was also tired from running up and down, sweating at the tip of her nose.

Once they got into the car and started it, as Haitang fastened her seat belt, she suddenly asked casually.

"By the way, I’ve never seen you drive a car before, when did you get your license?"

Meng Lang’s hand, just releasing the handbrake, suddenly stiffened.

"Hmm? What’s up?" Haitang, noticing Meng Lang hesitating to drive, looked at him curiously.

His face turned awkward.

"Just asking, how are you penalized for driving without a license?"

Haitang: "..."

"Stop joking. Why would you buy a car if you don’t have a driving license!" Haitang thought Meng Lang was teasing her.

"I... I just passed by a 4S store, didn’t think much, and bought it like buying vegetables, kind of impulsively. You don’t need a driving license to buy a car, right!"

Meng Lang, both crying and laughing, pulled the handbrake back up.

Haitang gave him a ’you must be joking’ look, glanced at the handbrake, and suddenly noticed the paradox.

"Stop messing around, how would you know to release the handbrake if you can’t drive?"

Meng Lang was exasperated, "What if I told you it’s the muscle memory of a seasoned driver, would you believe that?"

"I can drive, but I don’t have a driver’s license. The two aren’t necessarily related."

He truly could drive, knew where the handbrake was, whether the gas pedal was on the left or right, and the moment he touched the steering wheel, it was as though he had been driving for many years.

The "Super Space-Time Wave Tribe" had granted him a formidable trait of knowing a little about everything, even if it was his first time touching a car.

But this natural familiarity made him subconsciously ignore a very realistic issue.

Being able to drive and having a driver’s license are two different things...

Even if you are a seasoned driver, you still need to pass the practical exam!

"You can drive but don’t have a license, so where did you..."

Considering Meng Lang’s "line of work," Lin Haitang suddenly had a guess.

"You couldn’t possibly have learned to drive abroad and then forgot to get a local one, could you?"

Lin Haitang supplemented this guess with scenes from spy movies he had seen before.

People have already figured it out to this point, what else could you do?

Meng Lang, feeling helpless, could only nod, "That... roughly."

"So, what do we do now? It’s not too far; we probably won’t be so unlucky as to encounter traffic police, right?"

"Hey, hey! You’re a lawyer. It’s not good to know the law and break the law. It’s not you who will be detained."

Meng Lang was speechless. "Besides, when it comes to luck... I’ve never had much confidence in it..."

Lin Haitang, helpless, "So what do you suggest we do, find a substitute driver?"

"Do you think there’s room in this car for a third person?

Besides, it’s my newly purchased beloved car! How can I let another man drive it for the first time!"

Meng Lang said, eyeing Lin Haitang up and down.

Not a man, but I might reluctantly accept a woman.

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

"I inferred from what you just said, you can drive, right?"

Lin Haitang was stunned for a moment and quickly waved his hands, "I got my license in college, but I haven’t touched a car since then; I can’t do it!"

"No worries, I’ll teach you beside you. Driving this car is almost like riding an electric bike; you can do it!"

Meng Lang, without further ado, pulled Lin Haitang out of the car and then pushed him into the driver’s seat.

Lin Haitang, feeling helpless, glanced at Meng Lang, thinking that he did have some basic skills, and slowly driving shouldn’t cause any problems. So he gritted his teeth and released the handbrake...

But he couldn’t disengage it after two tries.

She looked puzzledly at Meng Lang.

Meng Lang was speechless, "First, step on the brake..."

He was now starting to doubt whether his choice was correct. By some measure, letting a woman drive might be more serious than getting caught by the police?

Lin Haitang’s face turned embarrassed, but with the memories of her previous driving lessons still intact, and with Meng Lang’s step-by-step guidance, she slowly got accustomed, and the car finally started to move...

"Left turn signal! Turn on the left turn signal! What are you doing turning on the windshield wiper!"

"Turn off the left signal! Hey! Why are you turning on the right signal? Why are you switching back to the left? Don’t keep flipping back and forth!"

"Um... I can’t turn it off..."

"..."

"Hey! This is the straight lane, move to the right turn lane! You’re crossing the line, oh no, my points..."

On the street, a dainty white mini Idol car was making flamboyant maneuvers, travelling at about 30 kilometers per hour, overtaken by one car after another...

Luckily, the seasoned drivers on the road, noticing this scenario, probably didn’t need to be told that this was a novice. They made sure to give plenty of safe distance.

Good people live a safe life.

When the car was finally parked crookedly in a parking space in the residential area, having pulled up the handbrake and turned off the ignition, Meng Lang and Lin Haitang finally took a long breath of relief.

Luckily, the process was thrilling but without danger.

What was usually just a ten-minute drive took them a full half-hour.

Lin Haitang looked at the parking lines outside the window, asking uncertainly, "Did I park the car crookedly?"

Meng Lang wiped the sweat from his forehead and took a glance.

As expected, it was basically parked along a 45° diagonal line.

He thought about it and did not want to crush her spirits.

"No worries, you didn’t park it crookedly, the lines in this parking spot are painted crooked."

Lin Haitang: "..."