Siheyuan: Start as a truck driver

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

Open the brown-green cotton curtain stained with organic oil dirt.

Stride into the dispatch room.

Scheduling room.

The security officer was whispering something in Niu Zhijun's ear when he noticed someone coming in and hurriedly stood up straight.

He looked like he was chatting: "Captain Niu, our team..."

His eyes turned toward the door.

When he saw it was Wang Weidong, the nervousness on his face immediately disappeared.

He held his chest and gasped: "Weidong, you scared me to death!"

Wang Weidong also recognized it. This security officer seemed to be called Niu Dapeng, and he was Niu Zhijun's family member. The two had a good relationship.

Judging from his mysterious appearance, something must have happened.

Wang Weidong turned around and closed the door, lowering his voice: "Brother Dapeng, what happened?"

Niu Dapeng did not answer, but turned his questioning eyes to Niu Zhijun.

Niu Zhijun glared at him: "Dapeng, Wei Dong is my brother, go on."

"Just now you said, what happened to the thin monkey?"

The conversation between the two attracted Wang Weidong's attention, and he leaned over to listen carefully.

Niu Dapeng also knew that Wang Weidong was now the second in command of the team.

He nodded and said in an inaudible voice: "Just now, I was on duty in the security department and received a call from Shuangqiao Red Guard Commune."

"On the phone, the people from the Hongwei Commune said that Shouhou accidentally drove the truck into a ditch."

"Skinny Monkey was pinned down by a truck and the factory needs to send someone to rescue him."

Although there were no outsiders in the house, Niu Dapeng still looked around from time to time, as if he was afraid of being heard.

Then, he said vaguely: "I think it's best not to let the factory know about this kind of thing..."

Wang Weidong understood that Niu Dapeng was here to report the news.

Trucks are expensive these days, and each one is a valuable national property.

According to the regulations of Red Star Steel Rolling, truck drivers involved in major accidents must undergo thorough investigation by the security department.

Once the accident is discovered, it is caused by the truck driver.

If it is serious, you will be severely punished and the whole factory will be notified.

At the very least, several months of salary may be deducted.

Shouhou has been joining the team for more than ten years and is considered an experienced driver. He must be distracted if he can drive the truck into a ditch.

If he was found out by the factory, Director Yang would have to peel off his monkey skin and make it into a waistcoat.

Now I just hope that the truck did not suffer any major damage.

In this way, there may be a chance for remediation.

Niu Zhijun understood Niu Dapeng's intention, stood up, and patted his shoulder gratefully: "Brothers, let's not say any polite words. Let's drink at home tonight."

Niu Dapeng nodded, pulled up the collar of his coat to cover his face, poked his head outside, and then hurried away.

The cotton curtain swayed twice, and a gust of cold wind rushed in.

Niu Zhijun frowned and thought for a moment.

Shouhou is a kid who gets into trouble every day, but he is also a brother in the team and we cannot just watch him being punished.

Niu Zhijun looked like he hated iron but could not make it into steel:

"Weidong, this time you go to the Red Guard Commune to see if the damage to the truck is serious? And save that bastard by the way!"

In the past, Niu Zhijun had to do the job of wiping his butt by himself.

After Wang Weidong came, this guy was a live-action guy, he had a good job in the factory, and he had to wipe his butt occasionally.

Wang Weidong nodded heavily: "Don't worry, brother Zhijun!"

In fact, Wang Weidong's heart was already in his throat when he heard the news that Slender Monkey was injured.

Although Shouhou has many problems, he is still a brother in the team.

When he first joined the team, it was Shouhou who took the initiative to help him integrate into the team.

"Okay, I'll go right away!"

Wang Weidong said and ran outside.

But even though time was tight, I still didn't forget to open the cabin cover and check the water tank.

For old Jiefang trucks, the water tank is easy to boil.

Seeing that the water tank had bottomed out, Wang Weidong was secretly grateful for his caution.

"Lao Bai, hurry up, add water!"

While Lao Bai was adding water, Wang Weidong checked the fuel tank and tires again.

Trucks of this era were far less reliable than later generations, and most of the time, drivers needed to be cautious.

After making sure everything is normal.

Wang Weidong drove the truck and ran towards the Shuangqiao Bridge.

Shuangqiao is located in the east of Chaoyang District, Beijing.

Wang Weidong has never been there.

Chaoyang District at this time belonged to Yanjiao, with no high-rise buildings and no "Chaoyang masses".

The road is a bumpy dirt road with green wheat seedlings on both sides.

In the fields, some commune members shouted loud slogans and shoveled grass.

They saw the truck raising yellow dust and speeding from a distance, and they all raised their heads with envy on their faces.

Occasionally, I met a commune member driving a donkey cart, with a quilt spread on top and a young daughter-in-law wearing a floral cotton-padded jacket sitting on it.

When the donkey heard the roar, it raised its front hooves to lift its pick. The member of the commune was so anxious that he whipped it with a whip.

Saving people was the most important thing, and Wang Weidong didn't care about slowing down.

I went to a high gear and accelerator all the way until I reached the Shuangqiao Bridge, then slowed down and started searching along the road.

Soon, I saw a group of people gathered on the roadside ahead.

Through the gap in the crowd, a truck could be seen overturned in the ditch.

Wang Weidong honked the horn twice, turned the steering wheel to the right, and slowly pulled the truck over.

As soon as I opened the car door, an older man in his sixties ran over.

He was wearing a fully patched blue and black cotton-padded jacket, with a linen rope tied around his waist, and the cotton covers under his feet were exposed.

That dry and yellow face, which had been deeply wrinkled by the passage of time, showed an anxious look.

"Hurry...hurry...your comrade is trapped under the truck."

Wang Weidong pulled on the handbrake and jumped out of the car.

When the onlookers saw him running towards him, they quickly moved out of the way.

In a ditch on the roadside.

A truck was completely upside down in a ditch, leaving two deep ruts on the edge of the road, and there were faint traces of blood in the grass.

Next to the cab, several members were working hard to lift the truck. Veins popped up in their necks, but the three-ton truck was not moving at all.

"Get out of the way!" Wang Weidong was also anxious, pulling them away and looking into the cab.

Thin Monkey's right arm was pressed by the cab, with blood dripping from his arm, and his face looked painful.

When he saw Wang Weidong arriving, his expression was suddenly shocked, and sparks of hope burst into his eyes.

"Brother Wei Dong, I... screwed up!" Shou Hou curled his lips, looking ashamed.

Seeing that he was conscious and speaking in an orderly manner, Wang Weidong was relieved.

"Don't say so much now, I will rescue you."

Wang Weidong had no time to comfort the thin monkey and walked around to check the situation.

The truck's four wheels were upturned, almost upside down on the ground.

This is why more than a dozen members were unable to move the truck.

The best way is to ask the factory to apply and hire a crane to lift the truck.

Or, call the cross-server hotline 122...