Xie Guangshen had already prepared for the worst, thinking about becoming a truck driver in the future, so he didn't want to initiate a strike to protest. Moreover, he was usually an honest driver and didn't have much contact with young people like Ma Yingying, but
Lao Li and Xiao Hou, who have the best relationship now, want to participate, but out of favor, it is difficult for him to stay out of the matter.
It was quiet for a moment, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was as cold as the air that was more than thirty degrees below zero.
"Since no one has any objections, we will gather in front of the county government at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. We will drive in our cars and bring our own meals. We will not be finished until the county leaders give us an explanation. Those who don't know the news should inform each other."
Ma Yingjie waved his hand, left a vicious message and left with his friends who were close to him.
Ma Yingjie, who was the most arrogant, left, followed by Xie Guangshen, Lao Li, and Xiao Hou. The remaining people hesitated for a moment, but in the end no one walked into Jinhui Company to pay the fine, and they all drove away.
After all, one thousand dollars has to be earned with hard work. Who is willing to pay the company if possible? The outcome of the strike and protest is unknown, but whether it succeeds or fails in the end, it can always give people some hope. Failure
It’s not a terrible thing. If it succeeds, wouldn’t it be equivalent to saving a thousand yuan?
On the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, around six o'clock in the morning, the sky gradually turned white.
Since it has snowed heavily for several days, and most of the sanitation workers are on holiday during the Chinese New Year, the snow on other roads has not been cleared except for the main streets. The thick snow has left many ruts on the road, making it difficult for people to walk on it.
People often slip and fall, and bicycles and motorcycles are even more dangerous.
Shen Dapeng, who has no social activities and drinks, habitually gets up early to run. The temperature in the morning is extremely low. Even if he wears a thick down jacket, he will be blown away by the cold wind for a few minutes outside. Fortunately, running is a good aerobic exercise for the body.
At the end of three kilometers of exercise, Shen Dapeng not only did not freeze, but beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and back.
After his morning run, Shen Dapeng went to the breakfast stall in the morning market and bought pies, steamed buns, and tofu. He walked slowly home with half a break. When he passed the entrance of the alley, a motorcycle honked its horn and sped away not far away.
Come.
The owner of the motorcycle was wearing a helmet and a thick green military coat. The helmet covered his face and his expression could not be seen, but it could be seen from the constantly shaking handlebar that the owner was about to lose control of the motorcycle.
The motorcycle was about to approach, and Shen Dapeng and several people around him dodged. There was no danger. The motorcycle passed by without hurting anyone. However, Shen Dapeng stepped on the slippery ruts, and his feet slipped and staggered.
Sitting on a buttocks.
"Hey, how did you almost hit someone while riding your bike?"
"The roads are slippery in winter, why don't you drive slower?"
The people who had just escaped from the side pointed at the back of the motorcycle owner and accused him. Some kind people helped Shen Dapeng up, "Young man, are you okay?"
"it's okay no problem."
Shen Dapeng cleaned the snow stains on his body, but found that his hands were stained with a lot of grease. He picked up the packed breakfast and took a look. The plastic bag containing the tofu had been broken, and the viscous liquid was flowing out along the holes the size of fingernails.
"Is this person drunk? He's driving so fast on a slippery road in snowy weather."
"boom!!"
Shen Dapeng was thinking about it when he suddenly heard a dull collision sound. He followed the sound and found that it was the direction the motorcycle left. He looked up at the side road about 200 meters away, and gradually some people stopped to watch.
Shen Dapeng took a closer look and saw that the motorcycle just hit a human-powered tricycle. "The motorcycle was going so fast, there was really an accident..."
"Oh my god, it seems like the collision was quite severe. Is that red blood blood? It's so scary, so scary..."
In the snow and ice, the bright red blood was extremely dazzling. A woman suddenly covered her mouth and screamed in fear. She was so frightened that she backed away. She didn't even have the courage to watch the excitement. She turned around and left staggeringly while carrying a pack of breakfast she had just bought.
"Isn't that true?"
Shen Dapeng had no choice but to shake the nearly spilled tofu, and then smiled as he watched the women run away in fear. He thought to himself that it was just a motorcycle hitting a tricycle, no matter how powerful it was, how could it hit him? But when he saw a small pool of blood in the white snow,
Suddenly realizing that the situation was not good, he threw his breakfast aside and ran towards the place where the collision occurred.
He is not a nosy idler. He would not be interested at all when old women gather together to gossip about various families. When unfamiliar people encounter difficulties, he will not take the initiative to intervene without asking him for help. But now it happened
Car accidents and traffic accidents can even be life-threatening if the situation is serious. In critical moments, he will never sit idly by.
Shen Dapeng quickly ran to the scene of the car accident. The motorcycle was thrown seven or eight meters away on the slippery road. The tricycle was knocked to the ground. There was a little boy in the car carrying a schoolbag, like a primary school student. He was so scared that he cowered and did not dare to move.
move.
Everyone stood five or six meters away and watched. Only Shen Dapeng came closer. Only when he got closer did he see that the tricycle owner and the motorcycle owner were just lying on the ground, moaning in pain. The dazzling blood in the white snow did not belong to either of them.
, but what came out of a plastic bag looked like pig blood.
"Phew! This is too scary."
Shen Dapeng wiped the sweat from his forehead and first helped the nearby motorcycle owner up. The motorcycle owner was in pretty good condition, but he was clutching his waist in pain and limping. He probably had a twist.
He took the little boy out of the tricycle again. When Shen Dapeng helped to straighten the tricycle, he suddenly saw the owner of the tricycle with his hands on the ground trying to get up with difficulty, "Uncle Su?"
"Dapeng? Shen...Dapeng!"
The owner of the tricycle turned out to be Su Su's father, Su Huaren.
"Uncle Su, are you okay?" Shen Dapeng hurriedly helped Su Huaren up.
"I'm fine. Let's see if the child is hurt." Su Huaren's first thought was not of himself, but of the little boy on his tricycle. He wanted to look after him anxiously, but he couldn't move his left leg.
Due to lack of strength, she could only lean on one leg next to the car seat with Shen Dapeng's support.
"Uncle Su, did you hurt your leg? Stop moving and I'll go take a look."
Shen Dapeng checked the little boy's condition. Fortunately, the tricycle was protected by a plastic shed. The little boy was simply frightened and did not suffer any harm. The situation was better than that of the motorcycle owner.
"As long as the child is okay, it will be okay. As long as the child is okay, it will be okay."
Su Huaren couldn't stop nagging. This child is a student of the No. 2 Experimental Primary School in the county. Parents pay Su Huaren a monthly fee to take their children to school every morning. They give them 100 yuan a month. The requirement is that the children arrive at school on time and safely, and they will be paid after school.
Send him home safely. If something happens to the child, he really can't explain it to the child's parents.