The sky collapsed, and in the blink of an eye, I found myself transported to Nanluoguxiang.

Li Kaixin didn't chase after them. Judging from the conversation just now, these people should be familiar with Zhao Zhengping and his group.

If they really go all out, Zhao Zhengping and his group will definitely be in big trouble later.

Besides, those guys didn't even lift a finger, and they weren't carrying any weapons, so they just ran away.

The reason I hit Zhao Wu was simply because I couldn't stand his constant nagging in front of me.

Besides, Zhao Zhengping and his group are timid by nature. If the fight is too bloody and frightens them, they might not dare to do business with us in the future, which would be a real loss.

Zhao Yu, Zhao Zhengqiang, Zhao Zhengliang, and Zhao Zhengping, who were standing nearby, were all dumbfounded.

No one expected that Brother Zhou, who was usually so polite when doing business with them, would be so fierce when he started fighting.

Zhao Zhengping was the first to come to his senses. He swallowed hard and cautiously approached, "Brother Zhou, are you... are you alright?"

"It's alright, let's make the deal first."

Li Kaixin waved his hand calmly, then glanced at Zhao Wu, who was still groaning on the ground, and said, "As for this person, you should know him. Just handle it as you see fit."

"Yes, yes, that's all!" Zhao Zhengping responded repeatedly, and then immediately called Zhao Zhengliang and the others to help carry the cart into the yard.

This time, Li Kaixin stepped forward to lend a hand, and Zhao Zhengping and the others did not refuse again. They easily got the goods and the cart into the yard.

After settling the bill and taking four small yellow croakers, Zhao Wugang, who had just gotten up, collapsed back to the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

Li Kaixin glanced at it and then left.

Only when the footsteps faded into the distance did Zhao Wu dare to get up again.

Just then, Zhao Zhengping came out.

"Xiao Wu, where are you headed?" Zhao Zhengping strode over, looking at him with a half-smile.

Zhao Wu's face was swollen like a pig's head.

He slowly turned his head, his voice distorted by a lisp: "Uncle Zhengping, I was wrong. Please forgive me, I'm in such a sorry state."

"Okay, you can go now. Don't bother me again next time." Zhao Zhengping waved his hand.

He was also startled by Zhao Wu's miserable state and thought to himself: Brother Zhou's slap was really hard, Zhao Wu was so badly beaten that even his mother could hardly recognize him.

Yesterday I was thinking of finding someone to teach this guy a lesson, but now I'm a little reluctant. After all, we're related.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhengping." Zhao Wu covered half of his face and staggered away.

But as he turned around, a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes.

......

Early the next morning, Li Kaixin rode his bicycle, carrying large and small bags on his back, and headed to the transportation station.

These things were prepared for him by his mother last night.

Upon arriving at the transport station, Li Kaixin and Zhou Zhiming secured the items they had brought to the front of the vehicle.

Director Xie then approached him, and they went to the office together.

The two sat facing each other, and Director Xie took out a box from his pocket and placed it on the table.

His eyes showed envy as he said, "This is a reward from the station chief for passing the deputy level two driver's license exam. He was in a meeting today and asked me to give it to you."

Li Kaixin took it in his hand, opened it, and saw that it was a watch. He asked curiously, "Uncle Xie, what kind of watch is this? I've never seen one like it before."

"Kaixin, if you don't like it, you can give it to me. I'll give you an extra five hundred yuan, how about that?" Director Xie's face lit up with joy, his tone somewhat urgent.

Li Kaixin knew it was a good thing as soon as he heard it, so he quickly closed the box and chuckled, "Uncle Xie, no need for that. The stationmaster gave it to me, how could I dare to give it to someone else?"

"You little rascal!" Director Xie chuckled and scolded, then said seriously, "Kaixin, you'd better take good care of this watch. It's a Rolex, a famous foreign watch. The stationmaster treasured it terribly before."

"Okay, okay." Li Kaixin nodded repeatedly, her heart filled with joy.

The famous watch from his past life—who would have thought he'd own it in this life?

Director Xie reluctantly looked away from the box and handed over an envelope containing two hundred yuan: "Kaixin, I'll have to trouble you again this time."

"You're being so polite with me." Li Kaixin casually put away the envelope, then suddenly remembered something, "By the way, Uncle Xie, I heard from someone that I, as a Level 2 driver, can apply to become an examiner?"

Yes, that's true.

Director Xie nodded and continued, "I'll apply for it for you when I get back from the mission. If you have any questions in the future, you can ask Captain Wang; he's one of the assessors."

"Okay, thank you, Uncle Xie," Li Kaixin replied.

After leaving the office, Li Kaixin collected his service weapon and a portion of his allowance.

Before long, the transport team set off under the leadership of Captain Wang.

The convoy first drove out of Beijing and arrived at a temporary shelter full of thatched huts.

Zhou Zhiming, who was excited before setting off, immediately lost his smile when he saw the scene before him.

Li Kaixin looked equally solemn.

Where had he ever seen these things? In his previous life, when he studied history, the books only mentioned them briefly, which was far less shocking and profound than seeing them with his own eyes.

I've seen people starving while collecting grain at the commune these past few days, but nothing compares to what I'm witnessing now.

All that could be seen were thin, ragged people standing quietly beside the car.

Their eyes were numb, devoid of any light.

After Captain Wang jumped out of the car, he walked straight to a man who looked like a leader and began to talk to him.

Seeing this, the other people at the transport station also got off the vehicle.

The usual jovial expressions vanished from everyone's faces; they all wore serious expressions, waiting for Captain Wang to finish speaking and give instructions.

Captain Wang frowned as he looked at the thinly dressed people and asked worriedly, "Director Sun, are they being given warm clothes? It's very cold in Inner Mongolia."

"No! We'll only give each person one when we get there."

Director Sun shook his head and sighed, then changed the subject: "But now that the blankets have been distributed, nothing should go wrong, right?"

Captain Wang's face darkened, and his voice involuntarily rose a few decibels:

"Isn't this ridiculous? If someone really gets sick from the cold on the road, who's responsible? Yours, or our transport team's?"

"Captain Wang, don't get agitated, don't get agitated."

Director Sun quickly offered words of comfort, and then began to recount his grievances.

"I have no choice; we simply don't have any extras right now. If we did, I would have made sure they wore them no matter what."

"Besides, the higher-ups have given a direct order that these people must be transferred to Inner Mongolia today."

Upon hearing that it was an order from above, Captain Wang fell silent.

Director Sun didn't say anything more.

Suddenly, an eerie silence fell over the two of them.