The Gold Medal Toolman of Quick Transmigration

Chapter 97 Quotations from the Walking Overlord (18)

Zhuge Cuihua walked away for a long time before Liu Zhaodi remembered to ask Sima Tiedan to chase after her.

Where can I catch up?

Where no one is around, Zhuge Cuihua always rushes with lightness kung fu.

There is no train station in the town, and if you want to take the train, you have to go to the city.

And there is only one shuttle bus to the city, one in the morning and one in the afternoon, two round trips.

Zhuge Cuihua came down from the mountain, and the second bus left long ago.

After thinking about it, she found a restaurant, and while filling her stomach, she asked if there was any other way to go to the city.

She really got it.

The two large state-owned factories have trucks to deliver goods to the city every day, more than a dozen times a day.

As long as Zhuge Cuihua stuffed the driver with a pack of cigarettes and said something nice, he would definitely give her a ride.

Smoke?

Zhuge Cuihua didn't spend this wronged money.

Originally, she didn't have much money on her, and what Sima Tiedan gave her last night was only more than 100 yuan.

When she arrived in the south, she had to stay, eat, and find opportunities.

Save as much as you can.

It's not that I haven't experienced hard times.

After eating and drinking enough, Zhuge Cuihua found the factory by the side door of the trucks, and saw that three trucks had already been loaded with dust-proof cloth.

Half an hour passed, and the three trucks were ready to go. The drivers got together and didn't know what to talk about, with solemn expressions.

Taking advantage of their inattention, Zhuge Cuihua quickly jumped to the other side of the truck, lifted the dustproof cloth and got in.

It's so dark and smells so bad.

They are all new machines, with the smell of cold oil.

The machine is huge, and the dashboards face each other, forming a V-shaped depression.

Zhuge Cuihua climbed onto the dashboard, lay down inside the V, and waited for the start of the car.

Not long after, the truck staggered away.

It was okay in town, the road was fairly smooth.

After leaving the town, the road was full of potholes, and Zhuge Cuihua almost vomited.

She could only wrap her clothes tightly, curled up inside the letter V, thinking in a daze, let's go to sleep, it won't be uncomfortable to fall asleep.

I don't know how long it took, but a sudden brake slammed her from the bottom of the V to the tip of the V.

She immediately realized that something must have happened!

When she got out of the dustproof cloth, she realized that the road under her feet was covered with gravel.

There was a noisy voice in front, with an accent, and I couldn't hear it clearly.

Zhuge Cuihua straightened her hair and walked over to see what was wrong.

Come to the front, good guy, more than 100 people, men and women, old and young, some with hoes in their hands, some with shovels, are discussing around a car.

The door of the car was closed tightly, and there was a young man in a suit standing on either side, who looked like a bodyguard.

Truck drivers and other passers-by stood nearby and pointed.

Zhuge Cuihua leaned over: "Excuse me, what's the matter?"

"What else can I do? I want money!"

After being described by passersby, Zhuge Cuihua figured out the ins and outs.

In this era, there was a thing called "car bandits and road tyrants", and the whole village was often dispatched together to rob passing cars and privately operated large trucks.

State-run ones, they dare not move.

Today's matter is fresh and fresh, and it is the first time Zhuge Cuihua has encountered it.

Let’s just say it’s not new, and it’s not new either.

She's seen it said before on the Internet.

The old way.

A Santana was driving towards the town, and when it came here, a chicken suddenly jumped out from the side of the road. Santana couldn't brake enough, and the chicken was crushed to death.

Then Hulala poured out a group of people and made them lose money.

It is only natural to lose money by crushing other people's chickens.

But this group of people said that this is a laying hen. The chicken lays eggs, the eggs hatch chickens, the chickens lay eggs, and the eggs hatch chickens. There is no shortage of children and grandchildren.

Opening his mouth made Santana pay 2 yuan.

At this time, Santana cost about 25 yuan to buy a car. If you want 2 yuan, the owner of the Santana can still afford it.

But this is obviously extortion!
The two parties could not reach an agreement, and the villagers began to greet the car, and soon the car glass was broken, and a woman's scream came from inside.

There were only two bodyguards, and they couldn't use heavy hands when facing the elderly, women and children. At most, they could push them back, but there were so many of them.

Zhuge Cuihua couldn't stand it anymore, and asked a passer-by beside her, "Master, is there fire on you?"

"Yes." A passer-by took out a box of matches and handed it to her: "What do you want?"

"Direct traffic."

After Zhuge Cuihua finished speaking, she turned over and climbed onto the truck, stood on the roof and looked around, and found that there was indeed a village not far away.

She quickly slipped out of the car and headed straight for the village.

The village is very big, maybe because there was a lot of money robbed, the three-story red brick buildings in Yishui, and every house looks very dignified.

Without any delay, Zhuge Cuihua found the threshing ground in the middle of the village, and sure enough, she saw a row of straw piles beside the ground.

Come on, let's burn.

She was merciful and didn't burn the firewood for the villagers to keep warm in winter, only the kindling.

Seeing all the straw piles ablaze, she ran down the road, crying, "Fire! Fire!"

When the villagers heard the shouts and saw the billowing black smoke coming out of the village, they all ran back in fright. How could they care about embarrassing the car?

The situation was resolved, and Zhuge Cuihua was about to get back into the truck when a bodyguard stood in front of her: "Hello, our boss is here."

Zhuge Cuihua was puzzled, she was very covert just now, how could she be seen out?

A passer-by next to her gave her the answer: "It's her who borrowed the fire from me."

Zhuge Cuihua took out a match from his trouser pocket: "Thank you, Master."

"We should all thank you."

The bodyguard stretched out his hand again: "This way, please."

Zhuge Cuihua walked to Santana and looked in through the broken car window, a man and a woman were sitting inside.

The man is about 40 years old, looks very energetic, and his eyes always look familiar.

As for the female, she must be in her early twenties at most.

Judging from the movement of the woman clinging tightly to the man, the two must have had an affair.

The man spoke first: "Hi, I heard you went to the village to light the fire?"

"I'm doing it for myself." Zhuge Cuihua said calmly, "I'm in a hurry."

The man smiled nicely: "Although it's presumptuous, I still want to ask, are you in a hurry?"

"The train station, I'm going south."

The man looked at her in surprise: "Go south? Are you alone?"

"Ah."

"As far as I know, there are no direct trains in the city to the south. You have to reverse."

"I know."

The man pushed open the car door and walked down, stretching out his hand: "Hello, Chen Yan, Rock of Rock."

"Hello." Zhuge Cuihua held his hand, shook it gently twice and then let go: "Zhuge Cuihua."

Chen Yan looked her up and down: "Are you Zhuge Cuihua?"

"you know me?"

"I heard my daughter mention it." Chen Yan smiled meaningfully: "She said you don't use dirty words when you swear, it's very enjoyable."

It's embarrassing to be introduced like that.

Zhuge Cuihua looked into Chen Yan's familiar eyes: "Are you Chen Shumei's father?"

"it's me."

"Hello, Uncle." Zhuge Cuihua glanced at the woman in the car, thinking that this must be the mistress Chen Shumei was talking about.

Tsk, I don't hide it at all.

Chen Yan followed her gaze: "Secretary, it's not what you think."

"I didn't think about anything." Zhuge Cuihua smiled: "I have to hurry, goodbye."

Chen Yan also smiled: "I'm here to invest, are you interested?"

(End of this chapter)