Siheyuan: Start as a truck driver

Due to the early morning operation, the factory specially opened a small stove for Li Aiguo and Wang Weidong.

Silly Zhu watched with envy as Wang Weidong finished a large bowl of pork stewed vermicelli.

Not even the vermicelli residue is left.

He was a little disappointed.

After Wang Weidong had dinner, he lay on the table and squinted for a while in Li Aiguo's office.

He was a little nervous, thinking wildly, and fell into a deep sleep without realizing it.

Until I was awakened by an excited voice: "Weidong, the time is up, let's go!"

Looking up, Li Aiguo was wearing an old police uniform, his eyes were shining, he was full of energy, and even his gray hair stood on end.

"It's only twelve o'clock in the middle of the night?" Wang Weidong's eyelids were a little sore, he yawned and looked at his watch.

"Don't delay, we still have to go to the police station to pick up local comrades." Li Aiguo said.

Take a Black Star pistol from the drawer and hand it over.

"I brought the gun back to you."

"Take some self-defense."

Wang Weidong took the pistol, touched the cold metal, and suddenly woke up.

Opening the magazine, five yellow-orange bullets were loaded.

"Brother Patriot, aren't you just driving a truck? You don't need this thing."

"There will be a lot of people there by then. It would be very bad if we hurt others."

Li Aiguo made a serious face: "I asked you to hold it for self-defense, but who asked you to shoot."

"Uh..." Wang Weidong put the pistol on his waist.

The two braved the cold wind and left the security department and came to the parking lot.

It was late at night, and darkness enveloped the entire Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill.

There was silence all around, and only the dull footsteps of the two people could be heard.

It's now more than ten degrees below zero, and your breath will freeze. If your hands touch cold metal, they may freeze and become sticky in an instant.

Wang Weidong took out the white gloves from his cotton-padded jacket pocket and put them on, then opened the car door and took out the curved black iron rod from under the seat.

The black iron rod was inserted into the hole of the engine, the buttocks were raised, and it shook violently.

Rocking a machine is a technical job, because the gears in the engine mesh together to form a reaction force.

If the force cannot be kept steady, the gear may reverse, causing the rocker to rebound and injure people.

Slender Monkey was hit in the corner of the mouth with a black iron rod once and needed four or five stitches.

The weather was cold and the machine was also cold. It took a full twenty minutes for the engine to start spinning with a "boom".

Li Aiguo looked at Wang Weidong with white gas coming out of his head and said with a smile: "You have a lot of strength, kid."

"That is, when I was driving in the army, I was required to rock the car within five minutes in the snow." Wang Weidong stuffed the rocker handle back under the seat.

The truck was driving along the pitch-black road under the dim light of the headlights.

It seemed that the factory gate had been notified long ago. Before the truck could approach, a security guard wrapped in a thick cotton-padded jacket and as bloated as a big bear ran out.

Under the illumination of the car lights, he squinted to look inside the car and silently opened the door.

Amidst the noisy roar, the truck drove out of the Wuxing Steel Rolling Mill.

"Turn left ahead." Li Aiguo was responsible for guiding the way.

"Turn right again."

...

"Okay, just in front, stop at the door."

The truck slowly stopped at the door of the police station.

"You wait here, I'll call the local comrades." Li Aiguo opened the car door, jumped out of the car, and walked quickly to the police station.

Wang Weidong looked out through the car window. The lights inside the police station were bright, and the house outside felt so familiar.

There are chalk drawings scrawled by children on the blue brick wall, a large bent willow tree, and a large stone at the entrance of the alley.

So familiar...

He slapped his head suddenly, "I'm confused!"

"Isn't this the police station next to the courtyard?"

I immediately thought that such a big operation as the raid on Pigeon City should be a joint operation, with many units participating.

It is just right that the Siheyuan Police Station and the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill team up.

After Li Aiguo entered the police station, there was a burst of noise inside, including the faint sounds of slogans and counting.

Then the noise fell silent in the night sky, and the sound of neat footsteps coming from far and near came from inside.

It looked like some police comrades had come out.

Wang Weidong opened the car door and jumped out of the car.

A dozen police comrades wearing uniforms, blue and black cotton coats, and big-brimmed hats walked out of the police station in a neat line.

Many of them were veterans who had been on the battlefield, with solemn expressions and a solemn atmosphere.

The director was a middle-aged man in his thirties, standing on the same shoulder as Li Aiguo, and he was summarizing something in a low voice.

Judging from their attitudes, the two have a good relationship, and the director even seems to have some respect for Li Aiguo.

"Comrades, get in the car!"

When Wang Weidong saw the police comrades approaching, he quickly opened the rear bucket of the truck.

The police comrades held on to the front railing, pushed hard with their hind legs, jumped directly onto the one-meter-high truck bed, and stood in a neat line.

"Master, you sit in the cab, and I'll get in the truck." The director said and rushed to the truck.

Li Aiguo looked a little excited and grabbed the director's coat with his big hand: "Xiao Han, let me stand in the car fight again."

It turned out that the director's surname was Han, and he was Li Aiguo's apprentice. Wang Weidong stood beside him, thoughtfully.

He knew that Section Chief Li Aiguo used to be an old police officer, and it was said that his rank was not low.

Although Li Aiguo is now the security section chief of the Five-Star Steel Rolling Mill, his salary should not have been reduced. After all, leaving the public security force is considered decentralization.

Director Han was stunned for a moment. In the dim light, the corners of his eyes flashed a little, and he nodded seriously.

Li Aiguo turned around and was about to get in the car, then turned around and pointed at Wang Weidong and introduced: "This young man is Wang Weidong, a veteran, and he is my little brother in the factory."

"Master's little brother, not bad!" Director Han nodded to Wang Weidong, opened the passenger door and got into the truck.

At this time, Li Aiguo also stood in the carriage, holding on to the railing, holding his head high in the cold wind, like a soldier about to go to the battlefield.

Wang Weidong buckled up the truck body fender.

Then he inserted the black iron rod into the engine again and shook his butt violently.

Wang Weidong always felt a little embarrassed when he did this in front of more than a dozen gentlemen.

Fortunately, the truck had just turned off and there was still some residual heat in the engine.

After a while, it started shaking.

Listening to the roar of the engine, Wang Weidong patted the hood of the car and prayed silently.

Brother, please don't be rude today, otherwise you will be embarrassed.

Wang Weidong sat in the driver's seat and used to pull the seat belt, but it came up empty.

He shook his head with a wry smile. Since coming to this era, he has made this mistake countless times.

This is also the sequelae of failing in the third exam in my previous life.

Depress the clutch to the bottom, shift into first gear, release the clutch slowly, and step on the accelerator.

The truck shook slowly and moved forward along the dark street.

In these days, even in the most prosperous capital city, there are only a few main roads with street lights.

The dim yellow light emitted by the car's headlights could only illuminate a distance of more than five meters, giving Wang Weidong the feeling of driving in heavy fog.

This feeling is very uncomfortable.

Fortunately, there were almost no pedestrians on the road, so the truck could speed at a speed of more than fifty yards.

While Wang Weidong was driving, he secretly glanced at Director Han next to him.

Director Han stared straight ahead, expressionless.

"Han Suo, my name is Wang Weidong, and I am a truck driver at the Wuxing Steel Rolling Mill." Wang Weidong said in a low voice.

The police station manages public security in the area, and it may be useful in the future.

"You live in a courtyard, right?" Director Han frowned.

"Oh, Han Suo knows me." Wang Weidong turned the steering wheel gently and walked around the stone pier in the middle of the road.