Rebirth started in 1987

Chapter 20 Motorcycle Master

Two gunshots sounded, and the two people in front of them fell to the ground one behind the other. In the center of one's head, there was a blood hole mixed with flesh and blood.

The other person's chest was wet with blood, and his chest heaved continuously. He was still breathing, and his eyes were wide open, looking at the blood hole on the forehead of his companion in front of him.

He opened his mouth, wanting to shout something, but when he opened his mouth, the blood in his mouth surged up his chest, and he could only make a whining sound, his body twitched for a while, and then he lost his voice completely.

Holding a pistol, Chen Zhengang walked slowly and powerfully. Looking at "Wang Baoqiang" who was still crawling ahead, he slowly walked in front of him.

Looking down at this young man, Chen Zhengang somehow remembered something, and a trace of sadness appeared in the depths of his eyes, but in a blink of an eye, that trace of sadness was dissipated.

Chen Zhengang put away his pistol, walked up to the two lifeless robbers, bent down and began to search his body, his movements were very steady, and with three or two strokes, he turned over all the money the robbers had robbed I found it.

After finishing all this, he pulled one foot with each hand, like dragging chickens, and pulled the two corpses into the small ditch by the roadside. After doing all this, he turned around and helped the half-comatose "Wang Baoqiang, walk to the middle of the road.

Two minutes later, a small truck slowly approached from the front, and when it was more than 2 meters away from the two, the driver suddenly spotted the two in the middle of the road, and hurriedly honked the horn.

The honking of the horn continued until the two approached, and the vehicle stopped slowly. The driver did not get out of the car, but opened the window, and cursed a few words incessantly.

Chen Zhengang didn't wait for the driver to ask questions, so he supported "Wang Baoqiang" and walked towards the truck. The driver saw the movement of the two and quickly closed the window. When he got closer, the driver realized that it was a young man covered in blood who had been killed by the truck. People are helping.

The driver subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, opened the window, and was about to ask, when suddenly, a black hole pointed at him!

Two or 10 minutes later, at the intersection of the three counties, on the two bungalows on the side of the road, there were words to eat and wash the car.

This kind of roadside restaurants on the side of provincial highways and national highways is a sunrise industry in this era. With more and more long-distance drivers, roadside restaurants have sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

From the rise of the 80s to the 21st century, with the increase of highways, the restaurants next to the national and provincial highways have gradually declined.

Seeing the restaurant suddenly appearing on the side of the road, Chen Zhengang said indifferently to the driver in the driver's seat.

"parking!"

The driver trembled and slammed on the brakes.

Chen Zhengang glanced at "Wang Baoqiang" who had fallen into a coma, and then said to the driver.

"Get out of the car now, go to the hotel to call the police immediately, and say that you have been robbed with guns on the side of the road. You tell the police that four robbers were shot to death on the road where I just got on the car, and let them go as soon as possible. Contact the hospital!"

Hearing Chen Zhengang's words, the driver's hands covering the steering wheel trembled. He glanced at Chen Zhengang erratically. Seeing the pistol in his hand, he finally opened the driver's door and slowly jumped out of the car. His legs softened and he finally stood up. Steady, looked at the co-pilot, then carefully ran towards the roadside restaurant.

A few minutes later, the driver walked out cautiously from the door of the hotel, and kept looking in the direction of the truck parked on the side of the road. Behind him, several hotel staff followed him nervously.

When the driver walked up to his truck and looked at the co-pilot, he found that there was no shadow of the gunman, only a blood-stained young man in a coma.

When Ye Huai'an returned to the county seat, it was only six o'clock, and the sky had just darkened. The driver of the bus was driving faster than usual on a sunny day, for fear that someone might be chasing him.

When they arrived at the bus station, the driver hurriedly dragged a few robbery passengers to report the crime. The passenger whose head had been knocked off, his head was wrapped in clothes casually, followed behind the driver with a dejected expression on his face.

In this day and age, if you want the whole car to follow along to take notes, don't even think about it. It is a normal reaction for everyone to disperse for things that have nothing to do with their own interests.

As soon as the car stopped, the passengers in the car couldn't wait to get out of the car. Those carrying luggage carried luggage, and those carrying children carried their children. Everyone's faces were anxious.

A group of master solicitors outside, seeing the passengers getting off the bus in droves, hurried up to solicit customers, and Ye Huai'an also followed the crowd out of the car.

The work of soliciting customers near the station has been around since the early 80s. At the beginning, they were tricycles and bicycles. In recent years, some people have started to drive motorcycles to solicit customers. A piece of hair.

But the village of the second uncle Ye Huaian is more than 40 miles away, and it is still raining lightly, and it is still a mountain road, and it will soon be dark again. Ordinary people really dare not run.

Sure enough, after Ye Huai'an reported the name of the place, the solicitors shook their heads after hearing the name of the place, and they all turned around and left. No one was willing to take the business.

But Ye Huai'an is not in a hurry, there is no business that cannot be negotiated, it is just a price.

Sure enough, soon two men on motorcycles stepped forward, and the man in the front shouted towards Ye Huai'an.

"It's so far away, it's going to be dark today, can we go for ten yuan?"

The motorcycle the other person was riding was obviously worn out, and it looked second-hand. When he heard the man in front of him quoting ten yuan, his eyes were obviously a little surprised. He wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, but looked at Ye Huai'an and waited for him. answer.

Ye Huai'an had no idea about ten yuan, and even felt that the price was too low, but this was [-], when a bottle of Moutai sold for ten yuan, and the average salary of a city official worker was less than one hundred yuan a month. Well, this man is asking for ten yuan, which is purely asking for a price.

I remember in the mid-90s, I took a motorcycle back to my second uncle’s house, which was five yuan, but it was daytime, and it was sunny, and it was raining, and it was night, and Ye Huai’an could accept the offer of ten yuan, but he He didn't want to sit on the motorcycle of the man in front of him.

Ye Huai'an half-closed his eyes, took a look at this man, then looked at the other man behind him, and asked casually.

"Master, can you go for eight yuan?"

Hearing Ye Huai'an's question, the eyes of the man behind him lit up, and he quickly replied.

"Go, go, get in the car!"

After the deal was concluded, Ye Huai'an was about to get in the car when the man in front suddenly yelled at the man behind him.

"Wang Xiaowei, I'm fucking you, you dare to compete with me for business?"

The motorbike driver behind him named Wang Xiaowei is about 24 years old, about 1.7 meters tall, with dark skin and a hint of humbleness in his eyes.

The cursing man was in his early thirties, with a cropped head and fierce eyes, pointing at Wang Xiaowei and swearing.

Ye Huai'an frowned, walked up to Wang Xiaowei's motorcycle without saying a word, and stepped on it. Wang Xiaowei also didn't say a word, started the motorcycle, and wanted to leave.

But the cut-headed man turned his eyes wide, started his motorcycle, and stopped in front of Wang Xiaowei's motorcycle, and he scolded unrelentingly.

"Wang Xiaowei, I'm fucking you, I'm going to kill you today! Believe it or not!"

Wang Xiaowei lowered his head, apparently not wanting to quarrel with the cropped man, turned one direction, and rode his motorcycle towards the other side.

The cropped man didn't chase after him any more, he just cursed viciously behind his back.

Ye Huai'an, who was sitting on the back of the motorcycle, half-closed his eyes, looked at Wang Xiaowei's cheek for a long time, and finally sighed silently.

If Ye Huai'an's guess is correct, the Wang Xiaowei in front of him is a retired soldier, he should have been discharged soon, and many of his habits and movements still have some military postures.

But judging from his appearance, he must have unspeakable difficulties. He would rather offend a local snake than lose the solicitor's eight yuan.

Ye Huai'an didn't care whether it was eight yuan or ten yuan. The reason why he didn't choose the guy with the cropped hair was because he saw the shadow of evil in the other person's eyes. I don't want to be troublesome.

During the period from the late 80s to the 90s, among the motorcycle soliciting customers in the county town, many people not only solicited customers, but also robbed part-time, and even cut their hands to death.

This kind of atmosphere once discredited the soliciting masters in the county. It didn't start to get better until after the 21st century, when surveillance gradually became popular.

Ye Huai'an doesn't have any good impressions of this world, and he doesn't have the sense of superiority that reborn people come back from. He is just an ordinary person with flesh and blood, with an older mentality and more life experience.

Back in this world, if there is one thing that excites him the most, it is that the shackles on his body are gone. In this world, he is a free person who can freely decide his own future.

In this world, everyone has his or her own story. Life is unsatisfactory. In this era, suffering is the challenge that most families will meet.

Not everyone's life is smooth sailing. He doesn't know what kind of life this Wang Xiaowei has experienced, what kind of compromises he has made, and he doesn't know whether the future Wang Xiaowei will follow the crowd, and finally take another road for money.

But at least, he still sees a trace of sincerity in Wang Xiaowei's eyes.

That's why he chose to ride Wang Xiaowei's motorcycle today!

(End of this chapter)