After leaving Lu Chengfeng's office, Xu Chaoyang slapped his chest and breathed a sigh of relief, complaining: "Xiao Yang, uncle's heart is almost scared by you. Why are you so ignorant? If you annoy the Marine Corps, how can I explain to your father? I patted my chest and promised your father."

Zhang Jianyang said: "Uncle Xu, the Marine Corps is also a human being, what's there to be afraid of?"

"Xiao Yang, this is different." Xu Chaoyang said bitterly: "The Marine Corps is a two-star warrior, and what are we? They are just ordinary people in the lowest class and the identity of the top resident..."

In the past, Zhang Jianyang would definitely be full of impatientness, but in the illusion of five years, there were too many things he learned. He listened carefully and patiently, nodding from time to time, agreeing with Xu Chaoyang's point of view. In his heart, Zhang Jianyang felt a little sad for Xu Chaoyang. Xu Chaoyang, who used to be passionate and boastful in Zhang Jianyang's eyes, has now learned to endure it in the years and under the pressure of family. In fact, it is not only Xu Chaoyang, but also the sorrow of the entire society.

Zhang Jianyang would not look down on Xu Chaoyang because he was just a small person, an ordinary person living at the lowest level, and he was powerless to resist.

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A convoy of five heavy trucks appeared in front of the warehouse gate.

The temporary workers who had been waiting in the gate were like sharks smelling fishy smells, and surrounded them desperately, filling the entire gate.

The two security guards in the security room had never seen each other. They rushed out with a baton and smashed the head and face to the most quarrels, shouting angrily: "What are you squeezing, I will rule out all of them. Whoever wants to squeez, will be disqualified." Several unlucky people were hit in the head and almost fainted, but they still endured it and retreated silently.

The team of dozens of people was quickly arranged neatly, staring at the five heavy trucks.

Until the security guard suppressed the people here, the leader of the heavy truck just nodded to the two security guards. After the door opened, five heavy trucks drove straight in and disappeared into the tall wall.

Not only did the two security guards not get angry, but instead smiled charmingly until the heavy truck convoy disappeared.

"What do you think? Come here to register and get the license plate now. You all know the rules. If anyone plays something, be careful of your dog legs." The security guard who became arrogant after the heavy truck fleet disappeared, shouted loudly, cursing from time to time, took out the pen, and registered one by one.

As long as the person who registered was relieved, he received the sign and walked into the warehouse content.

Five heavy trucks stopped in front of one of the large warehouses. The drivers had been staying under the shade of trees, smoking cigarettes, and laughing from time to time. It can be seen that this was a satisfactory transportation mission, at least not attacked by mutant beasts, nor did robbers or other robbers appear.

Being a driver is actually a job that loses his head. The outside world is full of countless powerful mutant monsters, as well as all kinds of cruel and lifeless strong people. No matter which way, as long as you encounter it, once the guard power is not enough to resist, it is almost over.

Under the command of the temporary porters, the two men began to carry bags of rice from the truck.

The grain produced by Shacheng cannot even be maintained by one-third of the city, and most of it depends on external supply. The operation of grain is one of the most popular and profitable industries in Shacheng. Its consumption is enough for rice merchants to make a smile. Of course, the most profitable one is probably the chamber of commerce. In this post-nuclear war world, the chamber of commerce represents transportation and circulation. Most of the grain in the city is provided by them.

The job of a warehouse manager is very simple. You can take a shift and patrol the warehouse area when you patrol it.

Especially during the day, there is no possibility of thieves or thieves. Only at night should you be slightly wary.

If Zhang Jianyang doesn’t do it, he will do it well. If he does it, he must do it well. This is also his principle.

When Lao Wang got three sets of warehouse keepers' uniforms, he threw two sets on the back seat of the pickup truck, and replaced them with one. Zhang Jianyang suddenly changed his whole body, a unique temperament of a soldier, his straight back, seriousness and seriousness on his face, which made people completely believe that Zhang Jianyang is definitely a retired soldier, and the temperament of a soldier cannot be pretended just by wanting to.

"Xiao Yang, it's not bad. Have you been in the army in the past five years?" Xu Chaoyang was also amazed. Is this still Zhang Jianyang he knew before?

Of course, it is impossible to say that Zhang Jianyang’s experience is just that the word “名新” still evokes his memory.

Although Zhang Jianyang did not say it, the depth of his memories made Xu Chaoyang know that he should have guessed it was not wrong, perhaps because this kid was unwilling to say it.

The warehouse area of ​​60 acres is not large, but it takes twenty minutes to walk around.

Pulling Xu Chaoyang up, Zhang Jianyang started the pickup truck and drove along the wall. He would observe the terrain from time to time. With his eyes, the level of defense here was simply riddled with holes. Zhang Jianyang had at least dozens of ways to come in and would not attract anyone's attention. The few cameras in the warehouse area seemed useless in Zhang Jianyang's eyes.

The vision Zhang Jianyang used was the most dangerous vision he had experienced in five years. In short, for a medium-sized chamber of commerce, there is no need to spend huge amounts of money to establish a perfect monitoring system.

It takes about twenty minutes to walk, but it takes only a few minutes to drive a pickup truck and take a walk.

Xu Chaoyang was worried that if the Marine Corps knew that he was taking a car on patrol, would they be fired?

When I came back, I happened to see five heavy trucks unloading.

Dozens of temporary porters were putting bags of rice into the warehouse, and there was a supervisor next to them, recording the number of transports for each porter. Everyone who passed by him would issue a small round card, and then the number of small round cards would be used to receive the handling salary. This method reminded Zhang Jianyang of the old Shanghai, the transport mode on the dock, and this was like a flash.

Zhang Jianyang saw that there were bloodshot on several people's heads, and they were still moving them hard, and they didn't even have time to wipe them on their faces.

Suddenly, an elderly old man shook his feet, lost his center of gravity, and fell down with the people and rice.

The rice bag happened to hit the stairs in front of the warehouse, and the rice bag was broken. The white rice was immediately spread all over the ground and mixed with the mud and sand on the ground.

"Old guy, you're dead now." The supervisor who had a dark face just now shouted and cursed. His first thought was not to help the old man up, but to push the old man who had finally sat up again, and spit hard: "Do you know how expensive the rice is? This is the best fragrant rice. Even if you move the goods ten times, you can't afford a bag."

The old man was frightened and moved his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. He ignored the broken palms and just stared blankly at the rice sprinkled on the ground.

Just as the supervisor was about to raise his hand and slap the old man, a harsh brake sound came from his ears. A pickup brake stopped and walked down from the driver's position a man in the uniform of a warehouse keeper.

When he saw a car, the supervisor was still a little scared, but when he saw someone wearing an ordinary warehouse keeper, he had no reason to be afraid. In terms of status, he was two levels higher than the warehouse keeper. In terms of identity, as a middle-class resident, he was not comparable to the inferior residents. Therefore, the supervisor just glanced at Zhang Jianyang, and his hand didn't stop, just swung it down.

Zhang Jianyang rushed out a few steps, grabbed the other person's wrist, and frowned: "No, no old or young, are you still considered a human being when you hit an old man?"

The supervisor was furious. When it was his turn to teach a lesson, the hand he caught was locked by an iron clamp. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move at all. Because of his efforts, his whole face turned red, and his pig-head look like he was as funny as he was. Unfortunately, no one dared to laugh, because the pig-head supervisor had some background.

Zhang Jianyang directly slapped the other party, making him look dirty and vegetables, "Yes, I want to fight back."

Xu Chaoyang, who was following behind, took action when he saw Zhang Jianyang and was shocked. He knew the identity of this pig-head-like supervisor. His uncle was a middle-level manager of the Ning Chamber of Commerce. Now that the pig-head is beaten, how could the other party give up? He could not have thought that Zhang Jianyang was so impulsive, and he complained so much.

The pig head was stunned, and even the drivers who were smoking beside him were stunned. They couldn't figure out how a small warehouse manager dared to work as a supervisor.

"You dare to hit me, you dare to hit me..." The pig head seemed to be heartbroken.

Zhang Jianyang slapped him again and said, "Shut up and say something to slap you once."

The pig head was stunned, with anger in his eyes, but he bit his mouth tightly. God knew that the one who killed this day would really slap a few more times. The pig head could only be self-hypnosis, and temporary tolerance was to make the other party better in the future and regret living in this world.

Release the other party's wrist, Zhang Jianyang helped the old man up and whispered: "Uncle, are you okay?"

The old man was in his sixties and his long-term malnutrition made him look dry and thin. He stared at the white fragrant rice on the ground with his eyes, like a child who had broken a vase, in a state of panic, muttering in his mouth: "What should I do? What should I do? I can't afford it, I can't afford it."

He was helped up by Zhang Jianyang, and he sighed heavily, turned to look at Zhang Jianyang, and said apologetically: "Thank you young man, my old man has implicated you."

Zhang Jianyang glanced at the pig's head, his eyes showed fierce light, which made the pig's head's heart shake again. He was smart and waved his hand and said, "Dad Qin, I was wrong just now, this rice..."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. I'll help the old man pay for the rice." Zhang Jianyang took out five hundred-dollar bills from his wallet, threw them into the pig's arms, and said in a low voice: "Don't make things difficult for this old man. If he is so old, he will be a porter. If it's not helpless, who wouldn't want to enjoy the blessings of his children and grandchildren at home? Have you heard it?"

Of course, pig heads dare not act rashly, but heroes do not suffer losses at the moment, right?

Old Man Qin was anxious and said, "Young man, I can't afford it."

Zhang Jianyang smiled and waved his hand to leave.

When he saw Zhang Jianyang leave, Zhutou became proud again, put the money in his pocket, and shouted, "What are you looking at? Why don't you move it quickly?" Zhutou has already thought about the money he paid, and there is no accident that he will carry. At that time, this bag of rice will be unexpected. Will this 500 yuan fall into his pocket? Moreover, this bag of high-profile fragrant rice... The more you think about it, the more you are, you can't help but hum an unknown song.

Who knew that when he opened his eyes and walked Zhang Jianyang back, he was so scared that he subconsciously covered his face.

"I almost forgot that since this rice has been paid, it belongs to me. Uncle, I will take this rice back after unloading the goods later."

At this moment, Zhutou's hatred for Zhang Jianyang rose to an unparalleled level...

(What about tickets and collections, give me all of them!)
Chapter completed!