Siheyuan: Start with a Truck Driver

Chapter 62
Wang Weidong opened the car door and got out of the car.

Lifted the brown-green cotton curtains stained with organic oil and dirt.

Stride into the scheduling room.

Scheduling room.

The security officer was whispering something in Niu Zhijun's ear, when he noticed someone coming in, he hurriedly stood up straight.

A look of chatting: "Captain Niu, our team."

Eyes turned to the door.

Seeing that it was Wang Weidong, the tension on his face disappeared instantly.

Holding his chest and gasping for breath: "Weidong, you scared me to death!"

Wang Weidong also recognized it. The security officer seemed to be called Niu Dapeng, who was from Niu Zhijun's family, and the two had a good relationship.

Seeing his mysterious appearance, something must have happened.

Wang Weidong turned around and closed the door, lowering his voice: "Brother Dapeng, what happened?"

Niu Dapeng did not answer, but turned his questioning gaze to Niu Zhijun.

Niu Zhijun glared at him: "Dapeng, Wei Dong is my brother, you go ahead."

"Just now you said, what happened to the thin monkey?"

The conversation between the two caught Wang Weidong's attention, and he leaned over to listen carefully.

Niu Dapeng also knows that Wang Weidong is now the second in command of the team.

He nodded, and said in an inaudible voice: "Just now, I was on duty in the security department and received a call from Shuangqiao Hongwei Commune."

"On the phone, the people from Hongwei Commune said that Shouhou accidentally drove the truck into a ditch."

"The skinny monkey was crushed by a truck, and the factory had to send someone to rescue it."

Although there were no outsiders in the house, Niu Dapeng still looked around from time to time, as if he was afraid of being overheard.

Then, he said vaguely: "I think it's better not to let the factory know about this kind of thing."

Wang Weidong understood that Niu Dapeng came to tip off the news.

Trucks are expensive these days, and each one is a valuable national property.

According to the regulations of Hongxing Steel Rolling, if a truck driver has a major accident, he must be investigated by the security department.

Once an accident is discovered, it is caused by the truck driver.

If it is serious, it will be severely punished, and the whole factory will be notified.

At the lightest, several months' wages will be deducted.

Shouhou has been in the team for more than ten years, and he is considered an old driver. He must have lost his mind to be able to drive the truck into the ditch.

If it was found out in the factory, factory director Yang would have to peel off his monkey skin and make it into a waistcoat.

Now I just hope the truck is not seriously damaged.

In this way, there may be a chance for redemption.

Niu Zhijun understood Niu Dapeng's intentions, stood up, and patted him on the shoulder gratefully: "My brother, let's not talk about polite words. Drink at home tonight."

Niu Dapeng nodded, pulled up the collar of his coat to cover his face, poked his head outside, and then hurried away.

The cotton curtain swayed twice, and a gust of cold wind rushed in.

Niu Zhijun frowned and thought for a moment.

Shouhou, this kid, gets into trouble every day, but he is also a brother in the team, so he can't just watch him being punished.

Niu Zhijun looked like he hated iron but steel:
"Weidong, this time you go to Hongwei Commune and see if the truck is seriously damaged? By the way, save that bastard!"

In the past, Niu Zhijun did all the work of wiping his buttocks.

After Wang Weidong came, this kid was a fool, he could eat well in the factory, and occasionally wiped his butt.

Wang Weidong nodded heavily: "Don't worry, Brother Zhijun!"

In fact, upon hearing the news that the thin monkey was injured, Wang Weidong's heart was already in his throat.

Although Shouhou has many problems, he is a brother in the team after all.

When he first joined the team, it was Shouhou who took the initiative to help him integrate into the team.

"Okay, I'll go right now!"

Wang Weidong ran outside after speaking.

But even though the time was tight, I still didn't forget to open the hood and check the water tank.

For older Liberation trucks, the water tank is easy to boil over.

Seeing that the water tank had bottomed out, Wang Weidong secretly thanked himself for being cautious.

"Old Bai, quickly, add water!"

While Lao Bai was adding water, Wang Weidong checked the fuel tank and tires.

The trucks of this era are far less reliable than those of later generations. Most of the time, drivers need to be cautious.

After confirming everything is normal.

Only then did Wang Weidong drive his truck towards Shuangqiao.

Shuangqiao is located in the east of Chaoyang District, Beijing.

Wang Weidong has never been there.

At this time, Chaoyang District belonged to Yanjiao, and there were no high-rise buildings and no "Chaoyang masses".

The road is a dirt road with bumps and holes, and there are tender green wheat seedlings on both sides.

In the fields, some commune members shouted loud slogans and hoeed the ground.

They all looked up enviously when they saw the yellow dust being raised by the truck coming from a distance.

Occasionally, I met a member of the commune driving a donkey cart, covered with quilts, and sitting on the little daughter-in-law in a floral padded jacket.

Hearing the rumble, the donkey raised its front hooves, and was about to throw down the donkey. The commune member was so anxious that he whipped him.

Saving people is the most important thing, and Wang Weidong didn't care to slow down.

All the way to a high gear, big accelerator, came to Shuangqiao, then slowed down and started to search along the road.

Soon, I saw a group of people surrounded by the roadside ahead.

Through the gaps in the crowd, a truck could be seen overturned in a ditch.

Wang Weidong honked the horn twice, turned the steering wheel to the right, and slowly moved the truck closer.

As soon as the car door was pushed open, an uncle in his 60s ran over.

He was wearing a blue and black padded jacket that was fully patched, with a linen rope tied around his waist, and the padded shoes under his feet had their padded covers exposed.

The dry and dry yellow face with deep wrinkles engraved by the years showed a look of anxiety.

"Quick. Your comrades are under the truck."

Wang Weidong put on the handbrake and jumped out of the car.

Seeing him running towards him, the crowd of onlookers hurried out of the way.

In the ditch by the roadside.

A truck was turned upside down in a ditch, leaving two deep ruts on the edge of the road, and there were faint bloodstains in the grass.

Next to the driver's cab, several commune members were trying to lift the truck up, the veins in their necks were bulging, and the three-ton truck was motionless.

"Get out of the way!" Wang Weidong was also anxious, pulled them away and looked into the cab.

The thin monkey's right arm was pressed by the driver's cab, and a drop of blood kept oozing from the arm, and his face was in pain.

Seeing Wang Weidong coming, his expression was shocked, and sparks of hope burst out in his eyes.

"Brother Weidong, I messed up!" The thin monkey curled his lips with shame on his face.

Seeing that he was conscious and speaking in an orderly manner, Wang Weidong also felt relieved.

"Don't talk so much, I'll save you."

Wang Weidong didn't have time to comfort the thin monkey, so he walked around to check the situation.

The four wheels of the truck were turned upside down, almost upside down on the ground.

That's why a dozen or so commune members couldn't move the truck.

The best way is to ask the factory to apply for a crane to lift the truck.

Or, dial the cross-server phone 122
(End of this chapter)