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Chapter 69 Lizhuang?

the other side.

The bus driver arrived at the military camp building.

Bus drivers traveling from Haishi to the Northwest Military Region are required to undergo political vetting. Most of the drivers are retired or transferred military personnel.

In the 1980s, being a bus driver was a highly sought-after profession.

Although there aren't many people traveling between the two places normally, the Northwest Military Region provides subsidies, which are roughly equivalent to the wages of bus drivers who run in the city.

I can earn around fifty or sixty yuan a month.

There was a guardhouse at the gate of the military camp, where several armed soldiers stood guard and asked, "Master Liu, what brings you to the military camp?"

There are only a few bus drivers in total, and we occasionally ask them to help us carry things, so we all know them.

Master Liu asked seriously, "Do you have any officers at the regimental level or above here? I have an emergency that I need to report to them."

Seeing that Mr. Liu was covered in dirt, the soldier immediately used the landline in the guard room to contact officers at the regimental level or above. "Mr. Liu, please wait a moment."

"Uh-huh."

A few minutes later, Huo Jingyuan jogged over from the family compound, his dark eyes landing on Liu Cheng. He slowly asked, "Master Liu, is there something urgent?"

"My car tires have been slashed, and this has happened more than once. It's happened three times in the last few days, all while driving from Haishi."

At first, I thought it was just bad luck, but a young girl pointed it out this morning, and I realized something was wrong. I've never encountered a flat tire before in all my years of driving.

The road from Haishi to the Northwest Military Region is mostly a narrow path. After government repairs, except for the section in the Gobi Desert, the rest of the road has become smooth.

The Gobi Desert was surrounded by yellow sand, a desolate wasteland. Hearing this, Huo Jingyuan frowned, his eyes narrowing as he pondered Liu's words. After a moment, he asked, "Liu, can you confirm exactly where the tire was punctured?"

Mr. Liu shook his head: "It's strange, I didn't feel the tires leaking air at all when I was driving on the road, and I only found out when I checked the car the next day."

Huo Jingyuan then asked, "What punctured it?"

"I don't know what it was. There was nothing sharp left on the wheel, only a small hole in the rim where something sharp had punctured it."

Huo Jingyuan: "So, is it just you who has encountered this situation, or does everyone experience it?"

"We'll have to call the main station to ask. We record any damage to the vehicles. I've registered it three times this week."

"I'll take some men to check the road." Huo Jingyuan paused, then asked, "Does Master Liu need any help? I'll have the brothers from the military convoy go and assist him."

The soldiers in the military vehicle convoy are not only skilled at driving and repairing vehicles, but they are also very good at it. They usually do all kinds of repairs themselves, and the warehouse has all kinds of tools.

"No need, I have spare rims."

After Mr. Liu left, Huo Jingyuan called the main bus station using a landline and discovered that bus tires had been punctured recently.

After consulting with the Youth League Committee, he personally led several military convoys and his comrades from his squad to search the area. Finally, they discovered a string of spikes about 50 kilometers from Lizhuang.

Huo Jingyuan remained indifferent, slowly narrowing his eyes, his gaze deep, and after a couple of seconds of contemplation, he said, "I will conduct a population survey in Lizhuang soon."

To board the bus, you need to show your household registration or a certificate issued by the military region. Only people from Lizhuang and those who have been approved by the military region are allowed to board the bus.

(End of this chapter)