Siheyuan: Start as a truck driver

Wang Weidong smiled and said: "No money, can I give you a ride?"

"You really don't need money?" The young daughter-in-law was delighted at first.

Then he looked at Wang Weidong suspiciously and took a timid step back.

Yes, he was regarded as a gangster.

Wang Weidong pointed to the people in the cab: "Look, there are so many comrades here, what are you afraid of?"

"Don't freeze the child."

The young daughter-in-law glanced at the child in her arms.

Although he was tightly wrapped in a cotton-padded jacket, the cold wind that penetrated through the gaps still made the child's face turn red from the cold.

The little daughter-in-law bit her lip and nodded: "Thank you!"

When she saw that the cab was full, she turned and walked towards the truck body.

"Stop, it's such a cold day. If you fight in a car, aren't you going to kill your child?" Wang Weidong reached out to call her back.

"But the cab is already full."

"It's okay to go down alone."

There are four passengers in the cab, an old man in gray uniform with white hair, a middle-aged man with a wooden frame on his leg, and a young man sitting next to the black iron pot.

It's just you.

Wang Weidong pointed at the young man and said: "Comrade, respecting the elderly and caring for the young is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. Please give up your seat for this lesbian. She is holding a child."

The young man looked stunned. Just now the driver brother had a lively chat with him.

Why, this friendship boat capsized all of a sudden?

"Brother, I paid for the ride, the fare for the cab ride."

It was so cold outside that the young man was naturally unwilling to give up his seat.

Wang Weidong took out 50 cents from the iron box and threw it on him: "You can give me half of the money and go in the carriage. Wait for the lesbian to get off and then come back."

The young man threw the 5 cents on the ground and sneered: "Huh, I have to ride in the car today."

After saying that, he opened his clothes and revealed a knife modified from a military bayon pinned to his trouser belt. The handle was wrapped with red wool and had a tassel.

The corners of Shang Scar's mouth curved slightly in a fierce arc: "I'm riding in Ma San, and I've never been in a car before."

Outside the truck.

The little daughter-in-law was a little scared, pursed her lips, and said quickly to Wang Weidong: "Brother driver, thank you for your kindness. I'd better walk. I'll be home in another thirty miles."

Wang Weidong waved his hand and interrupted his wife.

His dark eyes stared at the young man, his face was calm, and he asked word by word: "I'll ask you again, do you want to go?"

"Humph, I'm so scared. Why don't you go and ask around? In Yanjiao, my horse would stomp my feet three times and the ground would tremble for ten miles." The young man pulled out his knife and made a bright sword in the air.

"If you dare to let me get out of the car today, I will let you go in with a white knife and go out with a red knife."

Wang Weidong smiled instead of getting angry when he heard that the young man was speaking like an old man.

He reached out and took out a cloth bag from his arms.

"What, brother, you want to treat me to some fruit?" When the young man saw Wang Weidong give in, he felt very proud, with a victorious smile on his face.

But the next moment, the smile was replaced by fear.

A black muzzle was pointed at his head.

Under the sunlight, the muzzle of the gun shone with the unique luster of metal.

"Fuck you!"

The young man was so frightened that his pupils shrank, his whole body trembled, and his feet went weak.

As soon as his hand was loosened, the military thorn fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

The passengers in the cab also took a breath.

This driver must have a bad temper. He would draw his gun whenever he disagreed.

Hearing a "click" sound, which was the sound of the safety hammer, the gray uniform covered his eyes in fear, and the white-haired old man dropped his cigarette case and pot on the ground.

For a long time, I didn't hear the young man's scream.

The gray uniform can be seen through the fingers.

Wang Weidong had a shy smile on his face and held a black pistol tightly in his right hand.

The young man had his eyes closed, his face was ashen, sweat dripped from his forehead, and his whole body was shaking.

The gray uniform wanted to open his mouth to smooth things over, but when he saw the shy smile on Wang Weidong's face, he shuddered inexplicably and opened his mouth without making a sound.

For some reason, he always felt that this seemingly honest driver was really capable of killing people.

Wang Weidong smiled and said: "Now, I'll ask you again..."

"Stop talking, brother, no, uncle, I'll get off the car."

The young man woke up, jumped out of the car immediately, and staggered away into the distance.

Wang Weidong sighed, shook his head, took out another 50 cents from the black iron box, and threw it out through the window.

"Here, I'll give you another 50 cents."

On Wang Weidong's first day at work in the team, team leader Niu Zhijun took him to the factory security department to pick out a self-defense pistol.

Truck drivers often drive their sports cars all over the world. The places they pass include inaccessible deserts and mountainous areas with fierce folk customs.

Especially a place called Blind Mountain is even more dangerous.

Those places were vast and sparsely populated, with barren mountains and forests everywhere, and it would be impossible to even see a person buried there.

At that time, there were also many private firearms. In order to avoid potential dangers, truck drivers had to go to the security department to get self-defense pistols before running long distances.

The pistols in the Security Section are all retired from the army.

There are various types, including gun brand pistols, horse brand pistols, Browning pistols, and domestic Type 59 pistols and Type 54 pistols.

The quality of the pistols also varies. For example, some gun-brand pistols and horse-brand pistols have worn rifling and the triggers were welded later. They look like pistols. The Type 54 pistol and the Type 59 pistol are newer.

Some can still be used normally.

Of course, for drivers, there is basically no chance to shoot, so it doesn't matter if they use these suspected guns.

For example, Yu Changsheng uses Browning, which is small in size and light in weight.

The thin monkey uses a Ma brand gun, which is a general's gun, very stylish.

Anyway, they basically had no chance to shoot, so they just carried a suspected gun to embolden their courage.

As a veteran, Wang Weidong would certainly not fool himself with a suspected gun.

Type 54 is also the black star that became popular in Hong Kong and Taiwan movies.

Wang Weidong has been in love with Wang Weidong for a long time. Now that he has the opportunity to kiss Fangze, how can he let it go?

Although the Black Star pistol was heavier and larger than other pistols, Wang Weidong still put it in his arms under the reluctant gaze of Security Section Chief Li Aiguo.

Captain Niu Zhijun praised his choice as wise: "Men, be bigger."

The Black Star pistol itself was developed for grassroots commanders and special forces. It is very lethal in close combat and can knock down a bull with one shot within twenty meters.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The prototype is the Soviet TT1930 pistol, which adopts a barrel short recoil type, a barrel swing type locking method, a hammer safety device as the safety device, and a semi-packed plastic handle.

There is a five-pointed star.

The steel magazine can hold 8 rounds of pm pistol ammunition.

However, the security department of the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill only issued 5 rounds of ammunition at a time, and they also had to sign and stamp the bullets.

After the driver returns to the factory, he needs to turn in the pistol and bullets immediately.

If anything is lost, it will be a big trouble. Not only will you have to write an inspection, but you will also be notified of criticism.

Most drivers don't pick up their pistols at all in order to prevent them from being lost.

This time, the main reason was that the distance was too far, otherwise Wang Weidong would not have carried a pistol with him.

With a pistol, it depends on the circumstances under which it should be used.

Take just for example, Wang Weidong could tell at a glance that that young man was actually the same type of person as Silly Zhu.

He shows off his evil deeds over the smallest things.

This is a typical green-skinned hob meat, which becomes stronger when it is weak and wilts when it is strong.

The best way to deal with this kind of person is to deal with him honestly once and for all.

Otherwise, he will be like a fly, constantly looking for trouble.

...

Wang Weidong put the pistol in his arms, saw the young wife still standing below, and quickly greeted her.

"Comrade, get in the car quickly, don't let the child freeze."

The young daughter-in-law glanced at him fearfully, then looked at the child with a blue face: "Okay... okay..."

The young daughter-in-law was about to get in the car. The gray uniform of the co-pilot wiped the sweat on her forehead: "It's not convenient for lesbians. I'll sit in the back."

As he spoke, he squatted down next to the black iron pot.

The young daughter-in-law was sitting in the passenger seat with her child in her arms.

The truck started again. Wang Weidong looked at the receding trees outside the window and remembered something.

The young man paid 1 yuan for the bus and seemed to be going to... Luanzhou.

Luanzhou is four hundred miles away from the capital.

...hopefully he can get another truck.

Wang Weidong prayed for him in his heart.

After the twists and turns just now, the atmosphere in the cab became solemn.

The gray uniform lowered its head.

The hand of the white-haired old man holding the pipe and pot was trembling.

Only the middle-aged man whose legs were clamped by the wooden frame still looked miserable. His legs hurt.

It was the younger daughter-in-law who spoke first.

She looked grateful: "Master, thanks to you, otherwise I wouldn't be able to get home at night."

"Brothers and sisters from all over the world are one family, helping each other with one heart!" Wang Weidong shouted the slogan skillfully.

He is increasingly adapting to the rhythm of this era.

"Yes...yes..." The little daughter-in-law was stunned for a moment and replied nonchalantly.

"By the way, it's such a cold weather, why don't you ask your man to take you there, or you can find a donkey cart." Wang Weidong drove while doing household chores with his young wife.

"Brother, my man...is dead!" The young daughter-in-law lowered her head and began to wipe away tears.

The long-standing grievances weighed on her heart like a mountain, so heavy that she was overwhelmed.

She wanted to find someone to talk to.

However, Wang Weidong seemed not to hear it and concentrated on driving.

There are too many such things these days.

When the young daughter-in-law saw that Wang Weidong was silent, she could only wipe her tears and hold her child tightly.

Soon, the shadow of the village appeared in the distance.

"Brother, stop in front, I live in that village." said the young daughter-in-law.

"Click!" The truck held firm.

When the young daughter-in-law got out of the car, she did not forget to turn around and thank her: "Brother, you are a good person."

Wang Weidong caught a glimpse of 50 cents on the ground of the carriage, which must have been left by the young man when he ran away.

He picked up the 50 cents and threw it off the truck: "Next time you meet that green guy just now, give it back to him."

He stepped on the accelerator and the truck roared away, puffing out smoke.

The little daughter-in-law picked up the 5 cents, held it in her hand, and watched blankly as the truck disappeared at the end of the road.

In the truck, Wang Weidong smiled bitterly and shook his head.

That's all he can do.

The young daughter-in-law got out of the car, and the passenger seat was also empty.

But the two people at the back would rather squat on the wooden board than step forward.

After a long while, Gray Uniform asked timidly: "Brother Wei Dong, have you really killed someone?"

He pulls out a gun when they meet, this man is too tough.

Wang Weidong was a little uncomfortable being called brother by a middle-aged man.

He pursed his lips and smiled shyly: "How is that possible? I was just scaring that green guy. I am a truck driver."

The gray uniform shook his head secretly. He had been crawling around in the alley since he was a child, and he had never seen anyone.

This truck driver is extraordinary.

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***The author has something to say***

The cute great-grandpa was a truck driver in the 1980s, making extra money, and the stories about young people and pistols were passed down from his family.

However, considering that such a story would ruin the plot and maybe the family would not like to read it, Mengxin will try to reduce his daily truck driving in the future.

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