The reunion dinner was not a happy one. My eldest aunt kept sulking because of the problem with the house. Liu Hannan was not in a good mood. After the meal, he curled up on the sofa and played games on his mobile phone.
Grandpa and uncle entered the bedroom. They didn’t know what they were talking about. Liu Handong pricked up his ears to listen. The aunt immediately picked up the remote control and turned on the TV. The sound of "Zhen Huan Chuan" was turned up very loud. The little master and the little master were noisy.
Very powerful.
After a while, the uncle came out, holding a thick envelope in his hand. It was probably the money that grandpa kept for medical treatment. When the eldest aunt saw that she had achieved her goal, she coughed dryly: "It's getting late. It's time for dad to rest."
Liu Hannan jumped up from the sofa and went out to start the car. Liu Handong and his grandfather sent his uncle and his family away. When they came back, his grandfather said: "I will give you 20,000 yuan for a bowl of water. I will give you 20,000 yuan for your brother as well."
He buys a car, but the house cannot be sold. This house is reserved for you to get married."
Liu Handong said: "Grandpa, can't we get married without a house? I don't believe in this evil. Leave it to me. Where will you live? With your physique, you will have no problem living for another fifty years."
Grandpa smiled: "My bones are getting worse every year, and I know it very well."
Liu Handong went to the kitchen to wash dishes, and suddenly there was a knock on the door. It turned out that it was Liu Hannan who was back. He said that there were too many cars in the community at night and he could not go out. He asked his brother to help him.
Liu Handong wiped his hands and took a look on the road to the community. His younger brother Yuexiang was caught in the traffic and could not move forward or back. He had to reverse the car to get out. It was a dark night and there were cars parked on both sides. It was really difficult for Liu Hannan's driving skills. Liu Handong said something else.
Not only did he get into the car, he didn't even need to look back. He looked at the rearview mirror and backed out. The uncle praised: "Xiaodong, your driving skills are pretty good."
"When I was in the army, I used to back up my car on a mountain road at night. I would back up for thirty miles. If I turned the steering wheel wrongly, I would fall into a ditch." Liu Handong said.
"How deep is the ditch?" Liu Hannan asked.
"Only a few hundred meters." Liu Handong said casually, and the uncle and his family in the car looked at each other.
While talking, Yue Xiang had already fallen to the gate of the community. Liu Handong got off the car, said goodbye to his uncle's family, and went back to his grandfather's house to continue washing dishes.
That night he stayed in Binhe Community and chatted with the elderly. At 11 o'clock at night, he received a call from a strange number. He suspected it was a toll call and hung up immediately.
The next day, Liu Handong went to the bank to withdraw 20,000 yuan, went to the second-hand motor vehicle market, and bought an old EFI 8V1.6 Fukang sedan for 8,000 yuan. He parked it in the open space of Binhe Community and went to the Computer City to buy it.
I bought a domestic brand laptop, used my mobile phone as a wireless hotspot, and bought a bunch of things online.
The online shopping products arrived one after another. During this period, Liu Handong went to the auto parts store to do some shopping. After preparing the materials, he began to overhaul Fukang, the third filter, the timing belt, spark plugs, brake pads, and the entire car's oil and water, and used carbon tetrachloride and trichloride.
Inject Yuan cleaning agent into the car to clean the intake system, combustion system, and exhaust system. The carbon deposits of more than ten years are removed, and the engine sounds much lighter when you start it.
The car's procedures have expired, there is no annual inspection, and there is no compulsory traffic insurance. However, Liu Handong has never cared about this. He keeps the car's appearance clean and tidy. The traffic police and road administration generally will not check it. As for traffic accidents, he is sure not to touch it.
other people.
After packing up Fukang, Liu Handong first went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to ask when his retirement subsidy would be released. The staff replied that you were discharged early and had to wait until the wave of veterans returned this winter to calculate it together. Wait slowly.
Bar.
Liu Handong had no choice but to go home and say goodbye to his mother, who asked him to bring his girlfriend with him next time he came back.
"Mom has prepared a meeting gift for Xiao Ma."
"Okay, try to bring it next time." Liu Handong went downstairs to drive. His mother watched him leave at the door. When he reached the street, he suddenly saw his stepfather standing there smoking. Liu Handong turned his face away and tried to pretend not to see it, but his stepfather stopped him.
Got the car.
"Is something wrong?" Liu Handong lowered the car window expressionlessly.
"It's not easy to find a job. Take this first." The stepfather threw a manila envelope into the car window and turned away.
Liu Handong opened the envelope and took a look. Inside was a stack of banknotes, about more than two thousand yuan. It seemed that his attentive stepfather already knew that he was not working at the Transportation Vocational College. He looked back and saw that his stepfather was staggering and opened his mouth to say something.
What to order, he finally didn’t say anything.
Fukang drove to the provincial capital. In order to save travel expenses, Liu Handong took the national highway instead of the expressway. A few hours later, he arrived at Tiezha Street in the southeast suburb of Omi.
Liu Handong was ready to return to his old job as a black truck driver. He had chosen a place to hang out. It was right in front of the Transportation Vocational and Technical College in the university town. It was located in the suburbs and was crowded with students. Taxis were rare in the urban area.
The black car business is very good. Usually, the road in front of the school is full of domestic cars such as Chery and BYD. They are basically black cars that promote business.
At noon, Fukang stopped on the road directly opposite the school gate. Liu Handong turned off the engine, took out the key and got out of the car. He leaned on the car and greeted students passing by: "Are you leaving? Thirty in the city."
No one went to the city at noon. Liu Handong took out his mobile phone and wanted to send a message to Ma Ling. Suddenly the phone rang. It was still the strange number starting with 01. After thinking about it, he pressed the answer button and was ready to scold the liar.
No one spoke in the receiver, only breathing.
"Who? Speak." Liu Handong said.
Still no sound.
"I'll die if you don't speak." Liu Handong felt a little strange, and a thought flashed through his mind, and he asked: "Is it Xiaofan?"
"Brother...I...I" the voice finally came. It seemed that Xiaofan's speech impediment had not yet fully recovered.
"I thought it was a liar, but it turned out to be an overseas call from the United States. I didn't realize it, Xiaofan. How are you doing, Xiaofan? When will you come back?" Liu Handong asked cheerfully, but suddenly someone knocked heavily on the roof of the car.
Two seconds later, a man stood outside the window, with a thick build, a red face, and an unhappy look on his face.
Liu Handong lowered the window, put his cell phone on his shoulder, and asked the man, "Is something wrong?"
"Come down!" the man shouted sharply.
"No more talking, brother has something to do." Liu Handong hung up the phone and got out of the car calmly. He saw a few people coming up from all around. They were all dressed in a rough style and carrying a guy in their hands. They looked like illegal car drivers nearby.
He asked with a red face: "Are you new here? Do you understand the rules? This is my territory, do you understand?"
Liu Handong crossed his arms and said condescendingly: "Your land? Who approved it? Do you have a land certificate?"
A hungry tiger with a red face pounced on him, hugged Liu Handong's waist tightly, and shouted: "Brothers, come on!"
The rest of them rushed forward, punching and kicking them. They used the stupidest fighting method, but it was also the most effective method. Although Liu Handong was brave, he was surrounded by red-faced iron-like hands, and he had the strength to use them.
In no time, he received several blows on his head and back. In desperation, he punched the red-faced man on the head, once, twice, and finally he loosened his grip. Then he pushed up with his knee, and the red-faced man finally let go of his grip.
, squatting on the ground holding his stomach.
Liu Handong turned around fiercely, with blood streaming from his head. He was extremely ferocious. Black truck drivers often fight in groups. He was stunned for a moment and then continued to rush forward. Two of them were kicked over by Liu Handong, and he grabbed a stick and killed all the gangs.
The driver of the illegal car from the countryside was beaten so hard that he ran away like a rat.
Unconsciously, both sides of the road were already crowded with students. The Transportation Vocational and Technical College is a three-category college with students coming from all over the province. Basically, they are all students who failed the high school entrance examination. They can be admitted with money. Most of the students are bad boys.
Most of them like to skip school, smoke, drink, pick up girls, and fight. Nowadays, real-life Street Fighters are being performed on the streets. Naturally, they are happy to watch. Not only do they watch, but they also cheer along.
The black car drivers fled in panic, with red faces and hunched bodies, trying to stand up. Liu Handong came over and kicked them over, threw away the wooden sticks, and walked away.
A burst of applause broke out in the street.
Liu Handong returned to the car, picked up his mobile phone and called up the number he had just dialed back, but the voice prompt indicated that the international long distance service was not activated, so he had to give up temporarily.
After beating away the black car gang that was entrenched at the entrance of the Transportation College, Liu Handong did not leave, but continued to sit in the car waiting for business. The gang members lifted up the red faces and helped them to rest across the road, while cursing and looking at him fiercely.
But he didn't have the courage to come over and take action.
The streets returned to calm. Students were in groups, doing whatever they were supposed to do. Two girls ran over and knocked on the car window: "Do you want to go to the Dihao Internet Cafe?"
Dihao Internet Cafe is an Internet cafe with hundreds of machines on Tiezha Street. Students often go there to book a night. It is not far away. If you take a regular taxi, the price is just over the starting price, which is just over ten yuan, eleven or two yuan.
appearance.
"Ten yuan." Liu Handong said.
The two girls thought it was expensive, so they bought another BYD, got in and drove away.
The black car drivers were puzzled as to why this new guy didn't do the business he got. They looked at Liu Handong like he was an idiot until a few of the school's top picks walked up to Liu Handong's car.
These boys were tall and arrogant. They walked to Fukang and were about to open the door and go in. Suddenly they saw Liu Handong. They exchanged glances with each other and asked politely: "Brother, do you know Huo Lei?"
Liu Handong said: "We know him, that's my little brother."
The teenagers suddenly realized: "That's right, it's Brother Dong. I saw him everywhere that day."
Huo Lei graduated from the Transportation Vocational and Technical College back then. Now he has no job and is still hanging out around the school. These students call him boss. It was this gang that killed Nan Qiang and others that night.
Liu Handong took out the red plum and gave out a cigarette to each of them. The teenagers were flattered. They took out a lighter and helped the boss to light it before lighting it himself. They chatted with Liu Handong and laughed, which made the red-faced black car leader
The drivers were shocked, this guy was just out to fool around.
The phone rang again, but it was not the American long distance number starting with 01, but an unfamiliar mobile phone number from this city. When I answered the call, a male voice came from the receiver: "Liu Handong, be careful, someone is paying to unload your phone."