Siheyuan: Start with a Truck Driver

Chapter 36 Director Han

Due to the early morning action, the factory specially opened a small stove for Li Aiguo and Wang Weidong.

Silly Zhu watched Wang Weidong enviously finish a large bowl of stewed pork vermicelli.

Not even vermicelli scum was left.

He was a little disappointed.

Wang Weidong was in Li Aiguo's office after dinner, squatting on the table for a while.

He was a little nervous, thinking wildly, and fell into a deep sleep unconsciously.

Until he was awakened by an excited voice: "Weidong, it's time, let's go!"

Raising his head, Li Aiguo was wearing an old police uniform, his eyes were shining, he was full of energy, and even his gray hair stood on end.

"It's only twelve o'clock in the middle of the night?" Wang Weidong yawned with sore eyelids and glanced at his watch.

"Don't dawdle, we still have to go to the police station to pick up the local comrades." Li Aiguo said.

Take a Black Star pistol from the drawer and hand it over.

"I brought you the gun back."

"Take self-defense."

Wang Weidong took the pistol, touched the cold metal, and immediately woke up.

Pulling open the magazine, the five yellow-orange-orange bullets have been fully loaded.

"Brother Aiguo, isn't he just driving a truck? You don't need this thing."

"At that time, there must be a lot of people. It would be bad if they hurt others."

Li Aiguo put on a serious face: "I told you to use self-defense, who told you to shoot."

"Uh..." Wang Weidong had a pistol in his waist.

The two braved the cold wind and left the security department and came to the parking lot.

It was late at night, and darkness enveloped the entire Hongxing Steel Rolling Plant.

There was silence all around, only the dull footsteps of the two could be heard.

It is now more than ten degrees below zero, and my breath will freeze, and my hands may freeze when they touch the cold metal, and they will be stuck instantly.

Wang Weidong took out white linen gloves from his padded jacket pocket and put them on, then he opened the car door and took out the curved black iron rod from under the seat.

The black iron rod was inserted into the hole of the engine, and the buttocks were pouted, shaking violently.

Shaking the machine is a technical job, because the gears in the engine will mesh together to form a reaction force.

If you can't keep the strength steady, the gears may reverse, causing the crank to rebound and hurting people.

The thin monkey was hit in the corner of the mouth by a black iron rod once, requiring four or five stitches.

The weather was cold and the machine was cold. It took a full 10 minutes for the engine to start spinning with a "boom".

Li Aiguo looked at Wang Weidong who was emitting white gas from his head and said with a smile: "You boy, you have a lot of strength."

"That is, when I was driving in the army, I was required to shake it in the snow within 5 minutes." Wang Weidong stuffed the crank back under the seat.

The truck drove along the pitch-black road under the dim light of its headlights.

The gate of the factory seemed to have been notified long ago. Before the truck approached, a security officer wrapped in a thick padded jacket and bloated like a big bear ran out.

Under the illumination of the headlights, he squinted his eyes to look inside the car, and opened the door silently.

Amidst the loud roar, the truck drove out of the five-star rolling mill.

"Turn left ahead." Li Aiguo was in charge of guiding the way.

"Turn right again."

"Okay, just ahead, stop at the door."

The truck slowly stopped at the gate of the police station.

"You wait here, I'll call the local comrades." Li Aiguo opened the car door, jumped out of the car, and walked quickly to the police station.

Wang Weidong looked out through the car window. The lights inside the police station were bright, and the house outside felt very familiar.

There are chalk drawings drawn by children on the blue brick walls, a big willow tree bent over, and a big stone at the entrance of the alley.

too familiar
He slapped his head violently, "I'm sleepy and confused!"

"Isn't this the police station next to the courtyard?"

Immediately thinking about it, such a large-scale raid on Pigeon City should be a joint operation, with many units participating.

It was just right for the Siheyuan Police Station and the Red Star Rolling Mill to form a team.

After Li Aiguo entered the police station, there was a burst of noisy voices inside, and there were faint voices of shouting slogans and counting numbers.

Then the noise fell silent in the night sky, and a sound of orderly footsteps from far to near came from inside.

From the looks of it, it should be Comrade Public Security who came out.

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

More than a dozen public security comrades in uniforms, blue and black cotton coats, and big-brimmed hats lined up neatly and came out of the building.

Many of them were veterans who had been on the battlefield, with solemn expressions and a chilling atmosphere.

The director was a middle-aged man in his 30s, who was shoulder-to-shoulder with Li Aiguo, and whispered something together.

Judging from their attitudes, the two have a good relationship, and even the director seems to have a little respect for Li Aiguo.

"Comrades, get in the car!"

Wang Weidong saw Comrade Public Security approaching, and quickly opened the tailgate of the truck.

The public security comrades held on to the front railing, kicked hard with their hind legs, and jumped directly onto the one-meter-high truck body, standing still in a neat line.

"Master, you sit in the driver's cab, and I'll get in the truck." The director said and was about to jump into the truck.

Li Aiguo's expression was a little excited, and he grabbed the director's coat with his big hand: "Xiao Han, let me stand in the car again."

It turned out that the director's surname was Han, and he was Li Aiguo's apprentice. Wang Weidong stood beside him, thoughtful.

He knew that Section Chief Li Aiguo used to be an old policeman, and it was said that his rank was not low.

Although Li Aiguo is now the chief of the security section of the five-star rolling mill, his salary should not have been reduced. After all, he has been devolved from the police force.

Director Han froze for a moment, his eyes flickered in the dim light, and he nodded heavily.

Li Aiguo turned around and was about to get into the car, then turned around and pointed to Wang Weidong and introduced: "This young man is Wang Weidong, a retired soldier, and my little brother in the factory."

"Master's little brother, not bad!" Director Han nodded to Wang Weidong, opened the passenger door, and got into the truck.

At this time, Li Aiguo also stood in the car, leaning on the railing, holding his head high in the cold wind, like a soldier about to go to the battlefield.

Wang Weidong buckled the hood of the truck.

Then he inserted the black iron rod into the engine again, and shook his buttocks violently.

Wang Weidong always felt a little embarrassed doing this in front of a dozen old men.

Fortunately, not long after the truck was turned off, there was still residual heat in the engine.

After a while, it shook.

Listening to the roar of the engine, Wang Weidong patted the hood of the car and prayed silently.

Brother, don't kick your ass today, or you will lose your grown-up.

Wang Weidong sat in the driver's seat and used to pull on the seat belt, but it was empty.

He shook his head with a wry smile. After coming to this era, he has made this mistake countless times.

This is also the sequelae of falling behind in the third test subject in the previous life.

Step on the clutch with one foot to the bottom, shift to first gear, release the clutch, and step on the accelerator.

The truck jolted slowly along the dark street.

In this year and month, in the most prosperous capital city, there are only a few main roads with street lights.

The dim light emitted by the headlights could only illuminate more than five meters away, giving Wang Weidong the feeling of driving in a thick fog.

This feeling is very uncomfortable.

Luckily, the truck was able to go 50-plus yards with almost no pedestrians on the road.

While driving, Wang Weidong glanced at Director Han next to him.

Director Han stared straight ahead, expressionless.

"Han Suo, my name is Wang Weidong, and I'm a truck driver at the Five Star Rolling Mill." Wang Weidong whispered.

The police station manages the security of the area, which may be useful in the future.

"You live in a courtyard house, right?" Director Han frowned.

"Heh, Han Suo knows me." Wang Weidong turned the steering wheel lightly and walked around the stone pier in the middle of the road.

(End of this chapter)