Liu Handong's heart skipped a beat, and he asked some more details about that year. He hung up the phone and called out cordially: "Grandma Pan."
"Be good." The old lady agreed firmly.
"Do you know Liu Yu?" Liu Handong asked. Liu Yu was his aunt and died in the 1990s.
"Liu Mistress... you are talking about my mistress, she is my classmate, and we have a good relationship. When she married Zhang Guangyin, I gave her a cup of noodles. Her eldest sister is Marshal Chen's secretary, and she
The eldest brother is the colonel of the traffic police corps. She has a lot of books at home. Later, all the old things were burned. By the way, that year we went to the airport and met a pilot. You don’t know how handsome and dashing he is.
, driving a jeep, wearing toad glasses..." Old Mrs. Pan talked about the things before liberation, and her memory was extremely clear.
This is also consistent with the symptoms of Alzheimer's disease. Long-term memory is not affected, but the more recent things are, the harder it is to remember them. Liu Handong had heard her grandfather mention these past events she mentioned.
Now it is certain that this old lady is Zheng Jeff's mother! Liu Handong's heart was beating wildly with excitement. He said that good people are rewarded. Last time he picked up Su Mu, the director's lady, and this time he picked up the high official's mother.
, God, why do you take such good care of me? I have no excuse for being so lucky. Just go back and buy a lottery ticket.
The sound of a key opening the door came from outside. It was Ma Ling and his mother Wang Yulan who came to see the new house. Wang Yulan saw three strangers in the living room, two shabby-looking old people and a girl. She thought it was Liu Handong's Jiangbei relatives who came.
Although I was unhappy, I still put on a smile and said hello.
The old man was a real petitioner and scavenger. When he saw the hostess coming, he hurriedly stood up and was polite, but the old lady remained seated and just nodded slightly.
Wang Yulan was a bus conductor and had very sharp eyes. Upon closer inspection, the three of them did not look like a family. The old man was dressed plainly and his skin was dark and rough. He should have been doing outdoor activities for a long time, eating and sleeping in the open air. The old lady had delicate skin and tender flesh.
Her clothes and temperament did not match her appearance, and she looked like a rich lady in distress. The girl was wearing the school uniform of the High School Affiliated to Jiangda University. She looked at the two old people not like they were looking at elders, but like the young pioneers looking at the old people living in a five-guarantee household with pity.
"Xiao Liu, this is a relative from your hometown. Why don't you introduce me?" Wang Yulan said deliberately.
Liu Handong didn't think too much and simply said that he was a lost old man and he would take him home temporarily to take care of him.
Wang Yulan's face suddenly elongated, she coughed dryly and said, "Xiao Liu, come with me."
Liu Handong followed Wang Yulan to the study room inside and listened to her instructions...
"Xiao Liu, it's not what my aunt told you. The new house is for weddings. It's not good for you to bring everyone into the house. The society is so chaotic now. What if someone comes to steal you after getting the key? Send him to the police station immediately.
It’s really not possible to subsidize them with dozens of yuan by sending them to the rescue center. These elderly people are all ill, and we can’t afford to pay for them if they get sick at home.”
Wang Yulan was spitting all over the place, while Ma Ling stood aside and was very worried, fearing that Liu Handong would talk back and start a quarrel.
Liu Handong explained with a smile: "Auntie, listen to me slowly. That little girl is the daughter of the chairman of Qingshi High-Tech, who is also my employer. She asked me to pick up these two people."
"Oh, it's her." Wang Yulan's face softened, "You are so rich, why don't you take it from your own family?"
Liu Handong said to his heart that the house we live in is the dormitory of Qingshi High-Tech, but he did not mention this and added: "That old lady is the mother of the former provincial party committee secretary."
Wang Yulan was drinking water, and she squirted out a mouthful of water: "What! The mother of the provincial party committee secretary?"
"That's true." Liu Handong nodded solemnly.
Wang Yulan didn't believe it: "Xiao Liu, don't be deceived. There are a lot of scammers nowadays, and they have many tricks. They even pretend to be Sun Yat-sen and Zhang Xueliang. I think these two people are like scammers. The wife of the provincial party committee secretary must have
How many people are there to serve you, and you still get lost?"
Liu Handong said: "Auntie, don't believe it, I have checked it clearly and there is nothing wrong."
Wang Yulan was still dubious. When Liu Handong told the evidence, her expression became excited and frightened: "Oh my God, the mother of a provincial and ministerial leader, this is the God of Wealth."
Liu Handong said: "Then do we still need to send him to the police station?"
Wang Yulan said: "I definitely can't give it away, just keep it at home."
Liu Handong was surprised: "Are you offering sacrifices at home? Are you not sending them back to others?"
Wang Yulan said: "You young people don't understand. The leader's mother must be very anxious when she goes missing. She has to look for it everywhere. She can't find it in one day or two days. If you don't feel more and more anxious, the price offered is not enough."
It’s getting higher and higher, and if we show up again at this time, the effect will be even better.”
Liu Handong secretly praised Jiang for being so old, but he was in trouble again. Who would take care of the old lady who lived at home?
Wang Yulan did her job and said: "I will take care of her. She will eat, dress, bathe and wipe herself. I should take care of my mother-in-law."
Ma Ling interrupted: "It's better to tell my dad about such a big thing."
Wang Yulan stopped her resolutely: "We must not let your dad know that with his temperament, he has to do bad things. It was originally our family's credit, but in the end it became theirs."
The mother-in-law made the final decision, and Liu Handong was happy to let go, entrusting the two old people to the care of Wang Yulan and Ma Ling, and drove Shu Fan back to Shangfeng and Sheung Shui.
Today is the weekend, and there are serious traffic jams everywhere in Omi City. The Audi driven by Liu Handong was stuck on the road. No matter how superb his driving skills were, there was no room for him to show off.
Zhang Aimin, the driver of the Huaijiang Taxi Company, was also stuck on the road. He had two passengers in his car. A taciturn young man in his twenties sat in the back seat, and a man in his thirties wearing jeans and a plaid shirt sat in the back seat.
In the passenger seat, this man was very talkative and started chatting with Lao Zhang from the moment he got in the car.
"Master, how much can you earn from driving a taxi in a month?" the man asked casually.
"It depends on the person. If you are diligent, you can easily make six to seven thousand a month, which is enough to support your family." Lao Zhang talked about his profession, "I have been doing this for many years.
In the early years, I drove a yellow-sided car. The car had no air conditioning. It was cold in winter and hot in summer. I wore a military coat and carried a lunch box, and worked day and night. I was young and strong at that time, but I can't stand it now."
The car intercom rang, and someone called Zhang Aimin, "Old Zhang, how many yuan did you earn today?"
Zhang Aimin picked up the hand mic and said, "I can't do it today. It's only three yuan for a day's work."
"Where are you lying down?"
"Lahuo."
"Damn it, you're still working at this point, aren't you asking for compensation?"
Just as the traffic started to move, Zhang Aimin stopped talking, put down the microphone, released the handbrake and stepped on the accelerator to move forward a few steps.
"Master, does three yuan mean three hundred yuan?" The man seemed to be quite interested in the taxi industry.
"Yes, in jargon, three yuan is three hundred."
"Then why do you think you will lose money if you work during this time?"
Zhang Aimin explained with a smile: "Look at this road, it is dug like Dayu's flood control. Roads are built every year and every month. After the road is built, what kind of cables and pipes are dug and laid, and what kind of pipes are dug and laid by each unit?"
It's just like we made an appointment. We finished our turn. The road is so bad and there are so many cars. Thousands of new cars are registered by the Vehicle Management Office every month. They all flood onto the road. Can we avoid traffic jams? So we drive a taxi.
I don't want to do any work at this point. I run a lot and I lose a lot. Gasoline is expensive and the starting price is low. I ask customers for extravagant prices. I'll be fined to death if I complain. This creates a vicious circle. When it's time for dinner, I rent out the car.
The car has found a place to park, why can’t we hide if we can’t afford to offend him?”
The man thought thoughtfully, nodded, and asked: "What do you think is the heaviest burden on the taxi? Is there any good solution?"
Zhang Aimin said: "We don't complain about the high oil prices. That's the fault of the United States' war on Iraq. The Americans have monopolized all the oil in the world and choked our necks. This is a matter that the president of the country should worry about. There's no reason for us to complain."
It’s useless. What are you afraid of when driving a taxi? You’re afraid of the traffic police. If you’re caught, you’ll be severely punished. It’ll be a waste of time. Besides, the road is too congested and there are so many customers that you don’t dare to drive. Also, the starting price should be raised.
Omi is the provincial capital after all, so the starting price is only eight yuan, which is too low."
The man nodded frequently: "What else?"
"To be honest, the heaviest burden is the money. Every day when I open my eyes, I am burdened with a debt of 200 yuan. After paying these 200 yuan, the rest is my own. I also have to pay traffic police fines, vehicle
Maintenance and repairs must not cause accidents, otherwise a month of hard work will be in vain. Look at my hair on the temples, which is completely white. Why, I can endure it. I can drive up to fifteen hours a day. You ask me why I work so hard, my child.
He’s going to high school and will be admitted to college soon. I have to prepare the tuition for him. After college and get married and buy a house, I have to save a down payment for him.”
The man's face became more solemn as he listened.
Zhang Aimin finished pouring the bitter water, sighed, looked at the meter and smiled bitterly: "This trip was in vain, and I still have to pay the fare."
The man laughed heartily: "It doesn't matter, master, I won't let you lose money."
The man in the back seat remained silent and played games on his mobile phone.
After a short time, several motorcycle traffic policemen arrived at the scene, diverted traffic, and directed the traffic flow to pass through the bottleneck section. The traffic was quickly restored, and the taxi arrived at its destination, the entrance of the No. 1 Guest House of the municipal government agency.
The man got out of the car, and the young man in the back seat took out one hundred yuan and gave it to Zhang Aimin, saying there was no need to change it, and the rest was a tip.
"How can this be done? Even a tip is too much." Zhang Aimin insisted on refunding 50 yuan.
"Master, this is not a tip, it's a consulting fee. You deserve it, take it." The man's warm smile reminded Zhang Aimin of a face he saw on TV news the day before, but it was difficult for him to put on the jeans and plaid in front of him.
The man in the shirt is associated with the mayor.
"Aren't you Mayor Liu?" Zhang Aimin asked tentatively.
The man chuckled: "I am Liu Fei."
"Oh, how can I accept your money?" Zhang Aimin hurriedly got out of the car and stuffed the one hundred yuan bill back, "Mayor Liu, I don't want your money, I just want to take a photo with you."
"Okay." Liu Fei readily agreed and asked his assistant to take a group photo with Zhang Aimin's mobile phone.
Zhang Aimin was extremely happy: "With the photo taken with Mayor Liu, I am not afraid of anything."
Liu Fei laughed loudly: "Could it be that my photos can ward off evil spirits? Well, let me write you a message."
The assistant took out a pen and paper, Liu Fei pondered for a moment, then wrote the four words "Smooth All the Way" with his pen, then signed his name and solemnly handed it to Zhang Aimin.