Chen Fufa's transportation fleet only has more than a dozen vehicles, and the goods it can transport are just a drop in the bucket for Fatty Li's sorting factory. With most of the fleet being poached by Meng Dajiang, the number of workers in Fatty Li's sorting factory has also increased.

The number of people has dropped sharply from fifty to ten, which is a complete loss of money. However, Fatty Li and Ning Zhe are relatively calm about this result, because they both know that the existence of Chen Fufa's team has a symbolic significance far greater than its actual significance.

Their existence proves that Fatty Li's sorting factory has not collapsed yet. They can also serve as bait to spread the news and attract other drivers.

At around four o'clock in the afternoon, after Chen Fufa's convoy loaded the last garbage from a residential area in the administrative district, it began to drive back toward the sorting plant. At the same time, a young man in the convoy picked up the walkie-talkie and said: "Team Chen,

Can you listen to me?"

"What's wrong? Tell me!" Chen Fu, who hadn't slept a wink all night before, was a little depressed at the moment. He picked up the walkie-talkie and responded. In a fortress where feature phones are expensive, walkie-talkies are the most common communication tool in the fortress. This is

This kind of equipment has the function of transmitting and receiving specific channels by itself and does not require the support of a signal tower. However, because the signal emitted by the equipment is not strong, there is a distance limit. The communication distance is generally a few hundred meters, and better, it is about one kilometer.

.

"It's nothing. After work is done tonight, I want to invite everyone to have some noodles. You can go too!" the young man in the team said with a smile.

"Don't spend money randomly when you have nothing to do! You are twenty-six years old and haven't married yet, right? While you can make money, you must know how to save more! Otherwise, when you need money in the future, you should know how to borrow money.

How difficult it is." Chen Fufa held the walkie-talkie and advised with deep understanding.

"I know, I've been saving money recently, isn't it because the cost of transporting garbage has increased!"

"The freight will not increase for a long time. Now Meng Dajiang and Boss Li are competing for each other's business. They are competing with each other, so they start a price war. After one of them is eliminated, the freight will definitely increase.

Come back!" Chen Fufa analyzed it in his mind like a mirror, and continued: "After I get off work, I have to go to the hospital to take care of my children, so I won't be with you."

"Okay, I bought some fruit in the city and left it in the car. I'll bring it to you when we get to the sorting plant."

"How expensive is this fruit now? Why did you buy that thing?" Chen Fufa showed a pained expression. The land in the fortress is limited, and the food produced by the cultivated land is not enough to feed so many people. About half of it needs chaebol.

Transport fleets go to the Central Plains for imports. This official natural monopoly is a kind of protection for the people by the chaebol, and it also keeps the price of food relatively stable. Otherwise, if the food industry is open to competition, it is likely to lead to a waste of social resources or market order.

The chaos caused the people to not even be able to afford food. However, fruits, foods that are not covered by the protection, are relatively luxurious, especially in winter, and the prices are even more expensive.

"Why are you so big-faced? I didn't buy this fruit for you. Isn't it for the children?" The young man bared his teeth and said, "Okay, drive hard. When we get to the place, I will give you the stuff."

.”

"Thank you." Although Chen Fufa was insulted by the other party, there was a warm feeling in his heart.

Everyone chatted on the walkie-talkie channel all the way, and the convoy quickly passed the cross-river bridge smoothly. Since the smell of garbage trucks is relatively strong, if you cross the bridge and cannot travel through the city, you need to take a dirt road on the edge of the city.

This road has been in disrepair for a long time. Not only is it a long detour, but it also has to go through a mountainous road. Therefore, except for large vehicles that are prohibited in urban areas, there are usually few people walking on it.

After a bumpy ride, Chen Fufa was so sleepy that he could hardly open his eyes. After persisting in driving over a bridge, he slapped himself twice in the face to refresh himself.

A hundred meters ahead, in a pine forest on the roadside, Pan Gui looked at the garbage convoy rolling up dirt on the road in the distance with gloomy eyes. He pulled out the walkie-talkie from his waist and ordered: "Chen Fufa's convoy is here, wait.

If they get close, stop them directly!"

"Understood!" Someone quickly responded on the intercom.

When Chen Fufa was learning to drive, his master once told him that in the driving industry, the most taboo things are alcohol and fatigue, because with such a big iron guy walking on the road, it is definitely not a joke if a collision occurs.

What is at stake is his own life, and what is at stake is other people's families. Chen Fufa has always kept this teaching in mind, but recently, he has not been able to care so much because he has to take care of his children every night and have to drive during the day.

He was in a state of confusion almost all day long, supporting his crumbling family.

"Pop!"

The sound of slapping sounded one after another in Chen Fufa's car. Chen Fufa was also slapped so hard that he shook his head. After a few slaps, there were clear palm prints on his face. A person can beat himself into this state. This picture shows

It sounds very joyous, but the red palm prints on Chen Fufa's face reveal the bitterness of a middle-aged man carrying a family on his shoulders.

"Buzz!"

At the same time, a van's engine roared and suddenly jumped onto the road from the woods in front, crossing the middle of the road. The young man in the van also opened the door and stood under the van, pointing at Chen Fufa's lead vehicle and shouted: "

Damn it! Stop it!"

"Pop!"

At this moment, Chen Fufa in the cab of the truck was still slapping himself, not looking at the road ahead. Moreover, the roar of the truck prevented him from hearing the sounds outside. As an old man who has been running on this road for several years,

The driver, Chen Fufa, could walk on this road at a speed of forty miles even in the dark without turning on the lights. After doing the same thing for many years, the ditches and bumps on this road have already been engraved in his heart.

"What the fuck?!" The young man in front of the van saw the garbage truck rushing toward him at an unstoppable speed. He was stunned for a moment, and then like a frightened rabbit, he ran straight to the roadside.

"Squeak!"

Only then did Chen Fufa realize that there was a car in front of him and he suddenly stepped on the brakes. However, because the braking distance was too short and the garbage truck still had the inertia of going downhill, it was impossible to stop completely.

Five seconds later.

"Boom!"

A muffled sound was heard on the road, and the van lying on the road was instantly knocked down with one side of the door collapsed. After being pushed out three to four meters, it rolled over into a ditch on the side of the road that was more than half a meter deep.
Chapter completed!