"Miss Song, you’re truly different. I’ve driven for the Old President and have chauffeured many famous people’s children, but you’re the first to be so kind to someone like me."
"What era are we living in to still have ’lowly servants’? A driver also earns a living through skills, so how does that make him a servant?"
Driver Qian chuckled heartily,
"For most people of privilege, aren’t we just servants anyway..."
"If you see yourself as a servant, then there’s nothing I can do. We live in a society where everyone is equal. Everyone earns a wage for their labor. Do you really want to tell your children that your job is to serve others?"
"That’s not what I meant, Miss Song, I was just speaking off the cuff... Don’t take it too seriously," Driver Qian said with a smile.
Song Lili looked out the window...
This man was Wen Liangyu’s driver. When Wen Liangyu was in office, he often talked about equal human rights, dismantling the hierarchy of privilege, and the need to turn slogans into actions.
Yet even his own driver, after following him for so many years, still saw himself as a servant of the Wen Family.
From this, it can be seen...
Perhaps Wen Liangyu was just paying lip service... He gave the common people hope that social resources could be fairly distributed, but after more than a decade, that hope had turned to nothing.
"Miss Song... I really admire Mayor Song Jiayu."
Driver Qian suddenly said earnestly.
Song Lili raised her eyebrows slightly.
"Although I’m just an ordinary citizen and don’t understand current affairs and politics, whether the mayor of Anlin City does his job or not is something the common folk can feel most keenly. The parts of social security and urban-rural planning over which Mayor Song presides are exactly those most intimately related to the common people."
"I’ve heard that Mayor Song often works despite being ill, and yet, the people still expect him to do more..." Driver Qian sighed,
"How many people can truly see the leaders in power with fairness and impartiality?"
"Miss Song, when you go back, please convey my regards on behalf of myself and all those who love and respect him, and tell him to take care of his health no matter what!"
Listening to Driver Qian’s words, Song Lili was suddenly filled with guilt.
She knew so little about what her father did, and cared even less.
"I will definitely pass on the message."
Driver Qian was in high spirits.
"What is this sitting next to me..."
Only then did Song Lili notice a square box on the passenger seat.
"Oh, these are the leftover desserts from the pastry chef; I’m taking them home for my two kids."
Driver Qian said, somewhat embarrassed,
"Otherwise, they would just be thrown away. They’re freshly made, so it would be a shame to waste them."
Song Lili expressed understanding.
Driver Qian was probably a typical representative of the ordinary class.
The roads in the suburbs had fewer vehicles at night; the car’s lights only illuminated the road. At that moment, in the rearview mirror, there was a car flashing its hazard lights.
Driver Qian glanced at the car behind him and paused,
"Is it someone you know, Miss Song?"
Song Lili stuck her head out to look, the view was rather dim, "Let’s just stop for now."
Driver Qian pulled the car over to the side, and the car from behind caught up and blocked them.
Lu Ziqing got out of the driver’s seat, and Song Lili was taken aback,
Lu Ziqing walked over to Driver Qian and said,
"I’ll take Miss Song back, you can head home."