Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

"...Okay, don't count the resource points. I still have more than a hundred thousand resource points here. I haven't used them much. Then I will transfer them to you, which is definitely enough!"

"...All right, Duoduo's expenses were a bit high before, and I'm really in short supply, so I won't be polite..."

On the side, Han Ziang folded the towels neatly and put them on the clothesline tied by the two of them. When he came to the driver's seat, Han Ziang, who inserted his ID card into the verification port, gave a slight pause and did not refuse.

The friendship between the two of them for more than 20 years has long since no longer needed the politeness and resource points, even if it is life, it is just a matter of words.

"...You are being polite, that's enough, stop talking so much nonsense!

A total of [-] tons of cargo has to be driven from the capital to Shanghai, and the five transfer stations have almost been transferred all over China. For old bones like us, the task is not easy! "

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Han Ziang shook his head and smiled, without saying anything, clicked on the task navigation, moved his wrist, gently stroked the light and smart steering ball, raised his eyebrows and said:

"...Hey, the old bone is talking about you, but I'm still a middle-aged man in his 40s. It's not like I haven't run a thousand kilometers. What a joke!"

The co-pilot raised his eyebrows and glanced at Han Ziang, and Wang Xuebin shook his head and laughed.

"...Okay, Old Han? Don't be too soft-spoken! Remember what you said, don't let me relay!"

"Huh? Relay? You?"

Han Ziang gave a smirk, pressed the start button, stepped on the gas pedal, and skillfully steered the ball. With a wild burnt tire, he rushed out of the carport, startling the people around him.

"...What?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

In the car, the two looked at each other, and laughed happily, just like they were back then, with high spirits...

"...Senior driver——Han Ziang, Beijing Third District Traffic Committee reminds you that there are tens of thousands of roads, and safety is the first. Driving is not standardized, and relatives are crying..."

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Chapter 774 I'll be there

"...Hey buddy, how old are you two? Still driving a truck?"

At the Yangzhou No. [-] engine supply office, Wang Xuebin and Han Ziang were standing beside the truck bored, waiting to line up to add supplies.

A man in his early thirties, short in stature, who looked as if a big pie had been spread on his face, leaned forward and asked curiously.

Beside the truck, Wang Xuebin, with his arms folded across his chest, opened his eyes slightly, took a look at the man, and then turned his head away, ignoring him at all.

On the side, Han Ziang, who just wanted to smile and socialize, noticed Wang Xuebin's movements, his smile slowly retracted, and he closed his mouth.

He knew in his heart that his captain's vision was much sharper than his own. The captain's demeanor obviously saw something strange and he just didn't bother to pay attention to it.

In the past 25 years, this kind of thing has happened countless times. As a team member who has been mixing with the captain, there is still some tacit understanding.

"...Hey, buddy, there is no other meaning, just chatting! We are from South Korea's No. [-] engine, and we are here for the first time. I want to ask the two of you to understand the situation..."

South Korea?

Hearing this place name, the corner of Han Ziang's mouth twitched, he turned his head away, and immediately lost the desire to deal with it.

Even if Han Ziang himself was not a map shooter, he had to sincerely point the map with a middle finger.

No way, the people there are really weird...

Han Ziang closed his eyes and recalled the disgusting experience before, when he suddenly heard the sound of a car, turned his head to look, only to find that something even more disgusting happened before his eyes.

It turned out that Bangzi's car took advantage of the car in front and drove away. The two of them didn't pay attention, and drove directly in front of them.

And this big pie face who came forward to strike up a conversation was purely to prevent the two of them from getting into the car in time...

"...fuck me"

Seeing this scene, Han Ziang exploded instantly.

As a special driver of an armored vehicle, when did he experience such grievances?

He has always been the only one who gets in on others, when will someone else dare to get in on him?

Isn't this fucking bullied by dogs?

"...Hey, what are you doing!!!"

"Ah, don't turn the front wheel, turn the back wheel, Smecta..."

In front of the vehicle, he was hurriedly connecting the supply gun to the stick in the supply box. He turned his head and stopped in front of Han Ziang, talking and gesticulating, babbling out a bunch of languages ​​he couldn't understand.

In an instant, Han Ziang became even more angry!

"Stop pretending to be a jerk! I know you can speak Chinese, so hurry up and drive the car away, if you hear me, otherwise, you don't want to leave today!!"

As if they understood Han Ziang's words, the two Bangzi brothers looked at each other with ridiculous smiles, patted Han Ziang's shoulder, and whispered:

"...Old guy, what are you talking about? I don't understand! Smecta~"

In front of Bangzi, Han Ziang, whose face was flushed with anger, had a sharp look in his eyes, and raised his hand to punch him.

The so-called boxing is afraid of the young, and Han Ziang, who is nearly fifty years old, cannot compare with the two young men in physical fitness. Before he raised his fist, the fists of the two boys hit Han Ziang in front of him.

"...You old guy, how dare you do anything...Xiba..."

'Boom!Boom! '

With two muffled bangs, Bangzi's fist was tightly strangled in the air by a pair of iron fists.

At some point, Wang Xuebin, who was standing behind Han Ziang, stood in front of him.

"...Axi..."

"... Keep your mouth clean, I can understand Korean!"

A pair of eyes glanced at the two of them faintly, and forcibly pressed back the two weak fists.

"...Old Han, get in the car..."

Behind him, seeing Wang Xuebin's calm expression, Han Ziang pursed his lips angrily, and wanted to say something, but before he could say anything, he was interrupted again by Wang Xuebin in front of him.

"...I said get in the car!"

Hearing the unquestionable tone, the flushed Han Ziang had no choice but to suppress his anger, glared at the two complacent sticks rubbing their wrists, turned his head and got into the car.

In front of the truck, Wang Xuebin took a deep look at the two sticks with contemptuous and smug smiles, who exchanged something in Korean, and turned back to the car.

In the truck, Han Ziang was sitting in the driver's seat sulking, when he heard familiar footsteps behind him, he paused slightly, but still didn't turn his head.