Siheyuan: Start as a truck driver

Lou Xiao'e took small steps and moved to the rough man's side.

But when she was stunned, the rough man took out a black iron rod from the driver's seat, carried it behind his back, and left.

Lou Xiao'e was stunned. He left. What should I do? Ask carefully: "Where are you going?"

"Come over and watch the fun."

Wang Weidong waved his hand and walked along the dim yellow towards the two young men who were wielding knives.

Lou Xiao'e heard the second half of the sentence coming from the cold wind.

"By the way, let them know that queuing up in an orderly manner will always be civilized!"

Queue up in an orderly manner and stay civilized???

Lou Xiao'e's little head is full of question marks.

At this time, the two green men were already holding knives and starting to fight.

In the dim light, the light of the sword flickered, and they all looked like practitioners.

Also, the fathers of these young people all came down from the battlefield.

They have been taught how to dance with guns and sticks since childhood.

The crowd had already retreated more than ten meters away, fearing that their clothes would be stained with blood and difficult to wash.

Wang Weidong strode in and shouted: "Stop!"

The two green men turned back and glared at him, with expressions like "Who are you, minding your own business!"

He waved the knife angrily and continued to do it.

"Today, if I don't stab you to death, I won't call you Zhang San."

"Tch, I, Li Si, am not scared."

A bunch of guys with nowhere to release their energy have the ability to go to the battlefield!

Wang Weidong saw the gap, strode forward, and kicked Zhang San half a foot away in the air.

That vigorous figure is like a swift cheetah!

Zhang San opened his mouth wide in pain, arched his waist, and fell to his knees. The pain made him runny nose and burst into tears.

Wang Weidong took advantage of the situation and gave Li Silai a roundhouse kick, hitting Li Silai hard on the calf.

He was very measured in his attack and did not break the bones, but he still made Li Si hug his legs and lay on the ground and screamed for his mother.

The people around were stunned.

This driver had a black iron bar and didn't use it, so why did he kick it?

The sound of two daggers falling to the ground woke them up.

Under everyone's surprised gazes, the black iron rod poked Li Si's throat.

"How dare you not line up? Are you awesome?"

Li Si was poked so hard that he almost couldn't breathe. He wanted to speak, but couldn't. He could only shake his head repeatedly.

"Very good, it seems you have realized your mistake."

Wang Weidong turned around, and Zhang San had already climbed up and retreated continuously, his face full of fear and his voice trembling: "Brother, I... line up!"

This driver exuded a murderous aura that only those who have experienced blood can have.

"Well, good, you also realized your mistake."

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"Weidong, are these the two boys who committed the crime?"

At this time, Director Han and two public security officers also rushed over on bicycles.

When he saw Wang Weidong standing next to Li Si with two daggers on the ground, he suddenly understood.

He joked: "Weidong, if you continue like this, I will lose my job."

Last time in Pigeon Market, it was this guy who took action and suffocated the fugitive with a stick.

This time it's like this again.

This truck driver looks gentle and always has a smile on his face. Why does he like to do things so much?

"It is my truck driver's responsibility to maintain order in the queue." Wang Weidong smiled shyly.

Good guy, everything can be linked to the identity of a truck driver.

Han Suo shook his head helplessly and waved his hand: "Tie these two guys up and take them back to the police station. We just released a batch of them yesterday, and there happens to be room in the cell."

When Zhang San and Li Si heard that they were going to jail, their faces turned pale with fear and they struggled back.

The two police officers took out the rope and were about to step forward to take them down, but were blocked by Wang Weidong.

Wang Weidong took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it over:

"Han Suo, they are just two young boys who had a quarrel and did not cause any bad consequences. There is no need to arrest them."

He deliberately used the word quarrel to describe the fight just now.

Director Han took the cigarette, looked at him suspiciously, frowned and thought for a long time, then nodded hesitantly.

"You have good intentions."

It is not a big deal for young people to start a fight. Once they enter the fence, a file record will be left.

If you join the army in the future, your work will be affected.

Director Han walked up to Zhang San and Li Si and sneered: "You are lucky today. There are not many people who can escape safely from the fight at the vegetable station!"

Zhang San and Li Si were shocked and sweating profusely in the cold wind.

I felt scared for a while.

I couldn't help but look at the truck driver with grateful eyes.

"Okay, everyone, please line up in order and don't cause any more trouble." Director Wang of the Street Office also took the opportunity to come out and smooth things over.

She knew these two green-skinned men, they lived in a nearby alley, and apart from their tendency to fight, they had nothing serious wrong with them.

Zhang San and Li Si got up from the ground and wanted to join the queue, but they were each kicked by Wang Weidong.

"Get behind you!"

The two of them walked to the end of the line, their heads hanging down, without saying a word, and lined up honestly.

"What's the background of that driver? He's really awesome."

"I know him. He seems to live in a courtyard. He is a veteran."

"Veteran... gotta... admit defeat this time."

"More than just admitting defeat, we should also be grateful to him, otherwise maybe our family members would have picked us out by now."

"That's it, that's it. I'll wait for an opportunity to thank him properly."

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Director Han felt relieved when he saw that the people were lining up honestly.

"Weidong, could you please keep an eye on this dish? I'm going to go to a few spots on the east side and check it out."

After saying that, he took two police comrades, got on his bicycle and left.

"Don't worry, Brother Han!"

Wang Weidong turned around and returned to the cab, hugged his coat and took a nap with his eyes closed.

As a truck driver, you must be aware of taking breaks at all times.

Because you don’t know how many days and nights you will be unable to sleep a night.

Lou Xiao'e, who was ignored, stamped her feet, wondering how worried people were about him just now!

I wanted to be angry, but found that I couldn't get angry.

I could only stand by with my mouth pursed, my cheeks bulging, and angrily.

"Xiao Lou, come and collect the money." Vegetables have been sold there, but Director Wang can't find the toll collector.

After looking around, I saw Lou Xiao'e standing next to the truck with her lips pouted, and she snickered in her heart.

"Here we come..." Lou Xiao'e could only return to work.

Chinese cabbage is divided into three categories.

One type is tender and juicy, priced at 3 cents per pound.

The second category is whole Chinese cabbage, which sells for 2 cents per pound.

The third category is old cabbage sticks scattered during transportation, which sell for 1 cent per pound.

They are sold randomly and residents have no right to choose.

Some people buy a bunch of old cabbage sticks and can only curl their lips.

Yan Bugui has long been eyeing the old cabbage sticks, which cost 1 cent a pound, so cheap.

Finally he was reached in line, the comrade in charge of sales, but he walked towards the pile of young cabbage.

Yan Bugui was so anxious that he quickly shouted: "Comrade, I want to buy Lao Baicai Bangzi."

The comrade salesperson glared at him: "I think you are an old comrade. I was afraid that you would have bad teeth, so I specially picked a baby for you. Why don't you know what's good for you?"

Yan Bugui had a few cents left, so he could only smile shyly: "Sorry to trouble you..."

"That's it, do you want it or not?" the salesperson said coldly.

Fortunately it's not in a department store, otherwise a picky customer like this would have been kicked out long ago.

Yan Bugui was reluctant to spend money, and his eyes lit up when he saw Wang Weidong sleeping in the cab.

He whispered to the third aunt: "Weidong is familiar with these people, go and talk about them."

"Now you know how to ask for help from others. You often said bad things about Wang Weidong in the courtyard!" The third aunt glared at him.

But when I think about the hard times at home, I have no choice but to get through it.

Wang Weidong was awakened from his sleep. When he saw the third aunt, he immediately understood what was going on.