A truck came outside, loaded with high-energy batteries produced by Qingshi High-tech. Shu Fan was heard shouting: "Master Chen, come and unload the goods."
Liu Handong hurriedly went out to help. He saw Shu Fan wearing snow boots and cat-ear-like cotton earmuffs, directing Chen Bachi and the driver brother to unload the goods. The nearby shops and stalls all came to help, not because of Liu Handong.
The main reason for saving face was that Shu Fan got along well with them. A group of people helped unload the goods, and there was no room for Liu Handong to intervene.
"Brother, here are the cigarettes." Shu Fan came over and took out half a box of cigarettes from Liu Handong and distributed them to the uncles and uncles who were helping. Everyone was busy and had no time to smoke, so she put the cigarettes on their ears.
An Xin felt sad when she saw that Shu Fan was not yet 18 years old. He should have been well-dressed and well-fed, and acted like a spoiled child in the arms of his parents, but instead he took the lead alone, weathered the wind and rain, was fierce and capable, and got along with the traffickers and lackeys.
Xia Qingshi's spirit is in heaven, and he doesn't know whether to be happy or sad.
Huanghua Parts Sales Department is the provincial general agent, and goods are rotated every day. Tiezha Street is close to the Fourth Ring Road, and there are many distribution stations on the roadside. Shipping to secondary dealers across the province relies on these cheap and convenient distribution facilities.
Station, although the speed and safety are not as good as regular logistics, the price is cheaper. An Xin can't afford to do this kind of careful calculation and cost accounting to a dime. Shu Fan and She Xiaoqing are all involved.
After all, they are two girls, and if they mix among vulgar truck drivers, they will inevitably be criticized. Fortunately, with the god Liu Handong protecting them, no one dares to make mistakes.
After moving the goods, Shu Fan paid the fare to the driver and hurriedly held a company meeting to propose the purchase of a truck.
"Always renting a car, money is being made by others. It would be a waste if we have a ready-made driver and leave it unused." When he said this, Shu Fan also glanced at Liu Handong, "I suggest buying a second-hand truck. Brother and Wan
With Brother Lin working together, we can still take care of each other, and we can just be responsible for the family."
A second-hand truck only costs tens of thousands of yuan. On the surface, Huanghua's business department looks poor, but in fact it has plenty of money in its account. Buying a truck to deliver goods is also a means of disguise. Liu Handong was the first to agree and said that he
He can also work as a maintenance worker without even having to go to a repair shop.
Without further ado, Shu Fan asked the accountant She Xiaoqing to write a cash check. Although the Huanghua Operations Department was only a small-scale taxpayer, the accounts were handled in a orderly and meticulous manner. All the rules and regulations were adopted from Qingshi Hi-Tech, which was rigorous and efficient, and worked well.
, the management staff even said that An Xin is an MBA and a certified public accountant, and She Xiaoqing also graduated with a major in management. They were able to work as an assistant at Qingshi High-Tech, not to mention the small Huanghua Operations Department.
Liu Handong took the check to the bank and withdrew the money, and then went to the second-hand car market to pick out a truck. He drove a large truck in the army. He could tell by the sound of the engine that it was bad. After a conversation, the car dealers were impressed.
He fell to the ground and wished he could become his teacher. Finally, Liu Handong picked a good-quality Dongfeng truck with 160 horsepower and a six-meter-long carriage. He completed the transfer procedures and drove back to Tiezha Street happily.
Just after I bought the car, there was an urgent business. A customer in Pingchuan City was in urgent need of a batch of batteries. He could settle the payment at that time. Shu Fan calculated that although the profit plus the round-trip shipping fee was very small, the quick return of money made it worth the trip.
Yes, so a group of people were busy loading the truck, printing the invoice, and turning on the tax control machine. Liu Handong got out of the car without even eating dinner, driving a large truck on the provincial highway, as if he had returned to his military days.
When the truck entered Pingchuan, a man wearing a police uniform and holding a fluorescent stick suddenly appeared in front of him. He waved the stick to signal the truck to pull over. Liu Handong stopped cooperatively, lowered the window and asked: "Master, what's the matter?"
The person in the police uniform was not a traffic policeman, but a traffic controller. It was so cold that his nose was dripping with water. He was obviously not in a good mood. He sniffed and shouted: "Driver's license, please hurry up."
"What's wrong? Did I violate the traffic law?" Liu Handong asked curiously. He was not overloading or speeding. The vehicle's lights were intact and it was driving normally. Why should he stop the car?
A traffic police Santana police car was parked on the side of the road. The doors were closed and the dark film on the windows made it difficult to see inside. Seeing that Liu Handong was not cooperating, the coordinator ran to the police car and knocked on the window.
The car window was lowered, revealing a big red face, redder than Kan Wanlin's face. After hearing a few words from the assistant, he got out of the car immediately. This guy was tall and tall, wearing a multifunctional duty uniform, holding a police hat in his hand, and on his shoulder.
It has two bars and one flower, and its walking posture shows a strong energy.
Liu Handong is not a fool. He has encountered car gangsters and road bullies. The traffic police in Pingchuan are notoriously shady. There is no ambiguity in plucking the hair of geese passing by. Regardless of whether it is a private car, a truck, or an agricultural vehicle, as long as it passes on their ground, you must pay
Money will do.
The car was carrying batteries that customers were eager to ask for. Liu Handong had no energy to fight with them and said with a smile: "Officer, what's the matter?"
"A fine of one hundred." The red-faced police officer's tone was very firm and left no room for doubt.
"Did I violate the rules?" Liu Handong asked.
"Two hundred!" the police officer was a little angry.
"Why do you grow up so fast?" Liu Handong was shocked.
"Three hundred!" The police officer was almost furious, and the assistant said from the side: "If you keep nagging, your car will be impounded!"
Originally, Liu Handong had already put the 100-yuan bill in his driver's license. Seeing how dignified they were, an evil fire came over him. He turned off the engine and got out of the car, and stood face to face with the traffic policeman, glaring at him fiercely.
"Which squadron are you from? What's your name, and who is your leader?" Liu Handong asked coldly.
The red-faced police officer was stunned. This driver must be crazy. He sounded like a CCTV reporter. But he didn’t look like him. He was wearing work clothes and his hair was messy. He couldn’t be a media reporter. He probably wanted to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger.
Coming.
"Detain his car!" The police officer didn't want to talk nonsense with such a person. He waved his hand and the two assistant officers rushed forward. Liu Handong shook it aside with a gentle move and took out his mobile phone to take pictures of the police.
"What are you doing! How dare you attack the police!" The police officer was furious and took out his walkie-talkie to call for support. It was almost the Chinese New Year, and the traffic police in Pingchuan were on duty on the road. There were three posts, one post and one sentry at five steps. Their people were everywhere on the provincial roads.
and cars, and soon two police cars arrived, and five people got out, holding batons in their hands, looking murderous.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Liu Handong quickly slipped back into the car, locked the door and called Xu Gongtie.
"Old Xu, brother, something happened to me. I was investigated by the traffic police in your territory."
Xu Gongtie said impatiently: "Drunk driver or hit someone? I'll give you a number and you can call it."
Liu Handong said: "You Pingchuan traffic police want to deal with me. Dozens of people are surrounding me. I don't care. You have to settle things for me."
"Fuck, I owe you." Xu Gongtie hung up the phone.
The people below were swearing and started smashing the car. Liu Handong couldn't help it anymore. He got out of the car again, grabbed a rubber stick and hit it all over the head and face, beating the shit out of several assistant officers. Traffic policemen are all pampered people, so it's okay to bully others with their power.
, they all gave in when they encountered a tough situation. A dozen people were hiding in Tibet while being chased by Liu Handong alone. One guy even took a walkie-talkie and shouted, calling for special police support.
Drivers passing by didn't dare to stop when they saw this scene, but they slowed down to watch the excitement, and if there was something good going on, they honked their horns to cheer Liu Handong on.
Xu Gongtie used to be the head of the Pingchuan Public Security Bureau. Although he was transferred, his power is still there. The current director has to buy his face. He made a call, and the director called the captain of the traffic police brigade, and continued to call the scene like a series of calls.
The squadron leader shouted loudly: "Don't fight, don't fight, we are all our brothers."
However, the anger of the traffic policemen has been aroused, and they will not give anyone any face, so they must deal with Liu Handong.
Liu Handong also refused to give in, waving his mobile phone and shouting: "I know the reporters from the provincial TV station, I will expose you and let you all take off your clothes."
The traffic policemen were scared. This driver was really not easy to bully, so they had no choice but to let him go first.
Liu Handong got in the car and left. Several traffic policemen gathered together and murmured and discussed something.
Despite such a commotion, Liu Handong still arrived at the customer's warehouse in time, unloaded the goods, paid the payment, found a place to park the car, and strolled around Pingchuan City. He recalled that when he was a special police officer,
We once maintained stability in Pingchuan, when Huanxi was still a high school graduate. Unknowingly, nearly three years had passed, and things in this unfamiliar city had changed.
I found a small restaurant and ordered two meat dishes, two vegetarian dishes, a soup, and six large steamed buns. Pingchuan's diet was relatively simple, and the amount of food was sufficient. The potato shreds were piled like a mountain. Liu Handong's appetite was huge.
There was no scum left, and the waitress was dumbfounded.
After eating, he was about to pay and leave when suddenly a man came out of the private room, looked Liu Handong up and down, and asked: "Brother, did you call the traffic police on the provincial highway today?"
Liu Handong asked back: "Did you see it?"
The man got excited and said, "Yes, I saw it. I'm a driver too. You're so fierce, buddy. Come on, come on, we have to have a drink."
It turned out that a group of truck drivers were having a dinner together, and they happened to meet Liu Handong. This group of rough men admired Liu Handong. They offered toasts and cigarettes, and even asked the waiter to add a few more hard dishes.
"How did you escape in the end?" someone asked.
Liu Handong puffed out a cigarette in his mouth, with disdain on his face: "I said I wanted to upload the video to the Internet, but they were cowards."
Everyone admired for a while and said that this trick was very effective. They also scolded the traffic police for being evil and arbitrarily fined people on the road during the holidays.
"If the Pingchuan traffic police hadn't been so shady, the city's economy would have improved a long time ago," said a driver.
"Yes, there is a toll station. There is only one within ten miles. People would rather take the expressway than take the Pingchuan road. These grandsons are too thirsty." Another driver agreed.
"If you ask me, Pingchuan was destroyed in the hands of Gao." A driver with a vicissitudes of life lowered his voice.
"Shh." Someone raised his finger to his lips and looked around cautiously, "Don't dare to say nonsense. Last time someone posted a post on the Internet to curse someone named Gao, and he was sentenced to prison."
The announcer's melodious mezzo-soprano voice came from the TV: "Municipal Party Secretary Gao Xianxian and his party came to the New Rural Industrial Park for investigation and delivered an important speech..."