Blackstone Code

"Cook..."

Lying on the smelly bed, holding an obscene magazine in one hand and reviewing the stroke movement in physics knowledge with the other, the big man yelled at Xie Te, then froze for a while, and threw the obscene magazine on the table beside the bed.

He simply tidied up. Anyone who was yelled at by Lao Ma could continue to review at this time, he walked out of the smelly room and asked complainingly, "What do you want me to do?"

Cook is thirty-one years old, but he is not married. In the Baylor Federation, living with his parents after the age of twenty is considered a "disability". Normal people tend to be independent in adulthood, have the first After getting a job, he left his parents' family and began to try to form his own small family.

But Cook didn't. He is thirty-one years old and hasn't left his comfort zone. This may be the reason why he hasn't married yet. No one likes his current situation.

Seeing the mighty and powerful son complaining loudly, the old woman was not only not afraid, but impatiently pointed to the phone in the corner, "Damn, someone called you, I really can't imagine why someone would call you Calling because you don't shower, or because you stink?"

Cook cursed and walked towards the corner. This is not a wealthy family, at least a wealthy family will not have a smelly bedroom.

But the situation of this family was not too bad before. Before Cook was unemployed, he could bring the family a considerable salary every month.

Maybe it's because he's a big truck driver and doesn't have time to waste flirtations, and his relationships with those girls all end in failure.

When he has time, the girls will dislike him as an unemployed man who has not stepped out of his comfort zone.

Maybe in a few more years, his marriage will come and there will be a girl kicked out of the house by her parents with no place to live and no future to live in, and that girl will probably be Cook's in order to get a stable life wife.

There are many cases like this. Women often appear in front of people as a vulnerable group, and then they will ask a man who can support themselves to take them away. As for working hard on their own, that is only the idea of ​​​​a few women.

Most women are the same as Cook at this time. If they can stay in the comfort zone, why should they adapt to the outside environment?

While scratching his hairy belly sticking out from under his old clothes, Cook answered the phone. His voice was not low, even that of a big truck driver.

The noise in the cab makes them want to chat with other people in the convoy, so they have to make themselves a loud voice. Sometimes a loud voice is also a way to avoid trouble. In some motels next to the highway, a loud voice has natural advantage.

But soon, his voice lowered, as docile as a little sheep, he even bent down reluctantly, with a look of excitement and flattery on his face, he kept repeating a few words Simple words.

ok, no problem, i got it...

Ma Re, who was preparing lunch for the big man Cook in the kitchen, had a smile on his face. She had already guessed that a new job came after Cook lost his job for half a year.

This also made Lao Ma hea a sigh of relief, at least this damn big guy won't gnaw on the old man anymore, which is good news.

Cook quickly started calling, first calling his good friend, James.

James is also a big truck driver. Before the company closed down, they were all in the same team. James is a funny, fanciful guy who always likes to tell others about his bizarre fantasies.

Cook was also always shocked by James' unrestrained fantasy, so the two became very good friends.

After hearing about the job opportunity, James immediately agreed to him. During this period of time, everyone's life was difficult. Big companies in Sabine City closed down one after another, and other places were similar.

The backwardness of the development of the real economy has led to a reduction in the demand for logistics by enterprises, and even in more remote small cities, there have been no large trucks leaving the city for a long time.

After making many phone calls, Cook rarely took a shower. In order to save time, he even used a wild boar hair brush. Every time he brushed, he would howl miserably.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Cook, James and some other former colleagues appeared outside the largest second-hand car trading house in Sabine City. This time, in addition to looking at the car, they also had to meet and call them the boss.

If nothing else, they'll have a new job.

Feeling uneasy, a group of people came to the second-hand car trading company early. They had no work for half a year and basically emptied their small savings. There were seven or eight people who came. In fact, Cook called more people. I got a phone call, but some people couldn't come.

They've found a hand-to-mouth job, the truck drivers' bulk gives them an edge in competition for certain jobs, and they don't think one company can hire too many truck drivers at once.

If there is no employment here, and the original security job is lost, it will be a terrible and heavy blow to their life and family.

While waiting, everyone chatted about the recent living conditions. To be honest, there is nothing to be happy about. Everyone’s life is a mess. James even talked about that if there was no Cook’s call, he planned to go to Go elsewhere.

He said that he wrote some short stories and some scripts during this period, and these things were unexpectedly bought by magazines and screenwriters' guilds, which eased the pressure on his life.

He was ready to leave here, but Cook's phone stopped him in time.

Everyone was a little bit embarrassed, and at this moment, Cook's eyes were suddenly attracted by a brand-new silver mirrored luxury car outside the exhibition hall, and he couldn't help but whistle.

Big truck drivers may all like big trucks, but they also like such a luxury car that can show their status. They immediately recognized that this is the latest luxury car from House Industry, and the price is about 100,000 yuan.

Immediately after the envious eyes of these big truck drivers, a young man walked out of the car, with a smile as bright as the sun hanging in the sky, walked into the exhibition hall, and walked in front of them .

To be honest, this young man was very handsome, but being handsome didn't help much in front of these big, middle-aged truck drivers.

Some staff members in the exhibition hall silently watched the scene not far away at this time, without making a sound - a group of people sat or stood, like beasts dressed in clothes representing civilization and a handsome young man. But the pale and feeble young Dainan confronted each other. On one side was the stormy sea, and on the other side was just a small sapling. That small sapling seemed to be torn apart in an instant!

The intense conflict and gap made people hold their breath, and some even had the idea of ​​calling the police.

Big truck drivers are always the worst tempered of all drivers, and they fear that the lovable young man will be torn to pieces by these rowdy beasts.

But what is unexpected is that these beasts seem to be domesticated at this time, so docile that it is difficult to connect them with the truck driver and their image at this time.

Lynch stood about seven or eight steps away from them, with some smiles on his face, looking at the truck drivers whose muscles or fat were about to protrude from their clothes, and then stretched out his hand, "Who is Ku gram?"

After two or three seconds of calm, Cook came back to his senses, and hurriedly walked in front of Lynch, even in order not to make himself appear too oppressive, and to make a good impression on the new boss, he bent over Waist came over.

The rough hands held Lynch's hand tightly, with a slightly flattering expression on his face, "I am, I am Cook, are you Mr. Lynch?"

Lynch nodded, and his little finger moved slightly, and it hit the bottom of Cook's palm. This was a very secret reminder that the other party could let go of his hands.

In many formal and high-society social occasions, some people will also show enthusiasm like Cook. They forget the restraint and etiquette that should be maintained, so when someone wants to end the excessively intimate handshake, flick with the little finger , the other party will understand the meaning immediately, apologize and let go, so that everyone can maintain dignity.

However, Lynch miscalculated Cook's ability to understand, and he didn't intend to let go at all, and was still saying some embarrassing flattering words.

In fact, all of these are forced, forced by life, forced by embarrassing poverty, forced by cruel reality.

No one wants to make themselves look inferior. If they could not do that, they would not bend down when facing the president, but life does not allow them to have their own dignity and pride, because they still have to live.

"You can let go of your hand..." Lynch reminded, Cook even let go of his hand, Lynch only felt that his palm was a little wet.

He shook his head with a smile, and did not pursue Cook's actions. After looking at these big truck drivers, he asked, "Are there only so many people?"

A look of surprise suddenly appeared on Cook's face. This sentence means that Mr. Lynch needs more truck drivers, and it also means that he can continue to happily cross the endless and desolate with his good friends Tell the highway.

"As much as you want, I can find it for you!" Cook even used honorifics amidst the surprises.

Lynch nodded and changed the question, "Shall we go and see the car first?"

That's why he brought these guys to the dealership, most of these truck drivers are good truck mechanics, but when a truck breaks down on an intercity or interstate highway, it's a disaster if you can't fix it yourself .

Not only must they know how to understand cars, but they must also be able to repair them. With them, the second-hand car dealership will not be able to fool Lynch.