Old Deng awakens: He starts by eliminating the yoga pants in the county town!

After reading the message, Lin Dawei's chopsticks froze in mid-air.

Zhang Dahai was squatting at the door counting his change when he looked up at him.

"Brother Dawei, what's wrong?"

Lin Dawei shoveled the last bite of fried rice into his mouth. "Something's happened at the freight station."

Zhang Dahai immediately stood up and wiped his hands on his apron twice.

"Then you should go quickly."

Lin Dawei glanced around the shop.

"If any drivers come to the station for dinner tonight, don't complain about their foul mouths."

Zhang Dahai nodded vigorously.

"I know."

Lin Dawei walked to the door and then stopped.

He turned to look at Zhang Dahai.

The fat man stood by the stove, his face still covered in grease and sweat, and his eyes no longer looked as empty as they had under the bridge.

Stop being a jerk.

"If she comes back and cries, and you take out the money again, I'll really throw your phone in the pot."

Zhang Dahai stood at the door, his thick hands gripping his apron.

"No more."

Lin Dawei ignored him and drove off with a roar.

The streetlights in the county town receded one by one at night.

As Lin Dawei drove, he read Wang Yan's message again.

After being beaten up by Liu Biao and his gang, Zhao Daqiang, that old bastard, didn't go to the hospital to lie down and rest, but instead rushed back to the freight station.

This means he was panicking.

Either they were afraid Wang Yan would cause trouble.

Either he had begun to suspect that something was amiss about what happened at Jinxiu Huating that day.

Lin Dawei tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.

This matter cannot be delayed.

Zhao Daqiang isn't some pushover whose brains have been drained by women; he's got some skills to have built the freight station up to where it is today.

A dozen minutes later.

The gate of Shunda Freight Station appeared in front of us.

The courtyard was brightly lit and even more lively than usual at this time.

Several trucks were parked haphazardly, and the drivers, instead of squatting against the wall smoking as usual, were all gathered outside the dispatch room.

Some people craned their necks to look inside and whispered among themselves.

"Mr. Zhao's face is really scary."

"I heard he was hit with a stick."

"Who's so ruthless?"

"have no idea……"

Lin Dawei parked his light truck by the yard.

Old Ma was the first to see him and quickly waved to him.

"Great Power!"

Lin Dawei walked over.

Old Ma lowered his voice, his face showing a mixture of amusement and fear of bloodshed.

"You've arrived. There's a fight going on inside."

Lin Dawei glanced at the dispatch room.

Inside the glass window, Zhao Daqiang sat behind his desk.

The injuries on his face had clearly been treated, but there was still a bruise around his left eye, his eyelids were swollen, there was gauze on the corner of his mouth, and there was a bruise on his forehead.

My usually slicked-back hair was a bit messy and no longer as neat as it used to be.

Although he looked disheveled, his eyes still held a fierce look.

The right eye, which was still somewhat open, was staring intently at Wang Yan opposite him.

Wang Yan stood in front of the table.

She stood with her hands on her hips, her chest heaving, and her voice could be heard through the glass.

"Zhao Daqiang, stop putting on airs like a stationmaster!"

"You haven't returned to the station for several days, you don't answer the phone, you don't arrange goods, and you don't care about the accounts."

"If I didn't hold this for myself, this station would have collapsed long ago!"

Zhao Daqiang's voice was hoarse, "You changed the locks just because I wasn't back?"

"So you think you can just move the money?"

"So you can pay the driver behind my back?"

Wang Yan sneered.

"If you don't pay the drivers, are you going to let them starve?"

"Zhao Daqiang, you're capable of keeping a woman and buying a house outside, but you're not capable of paying the drivers at the station their freight charges?"

As soon as he said that, all the drivers outside fell silent.

Old Ma's eyes darted around, and he almost couldn't suppress the urge to smile.

The other drivers exchanged glances.

The freight station is only so big. If someone's wife is arguing with someone else, or someone owes someone two hundred yuan for gas, the news can go on for three days.

Not to mention things like the boss keeping mistresses and buying houses outside the marriage.

Zhao Daqiang slammed his hand on the table.

boom!

The water glasses on the table wobbled.

"Wang Yan!"

"Watch your mouth!"

Wang Yan took a step forward.

"What's wrong? Afraid people will find out?"

"Why weren't you afraid when you brought your little vixen to stay at Jinxiu Huating?"

Zhao Daqiang's face was already a little swollen, and now it was even more red and purple.

He gasped for breath a few times, then suddenly turned and roared toward the door.

"What the hell are you all crowding around for?!"

"No more work?"

"Anyone who wants to take orders tomorrow, get the hell out of here!"

The drivers instinctively backed away after he yelled at them.

Lin Dawei stood at the back of the crowd, a cigarette between his fingers, his expression calm.

The moment Zhao Daqiang's one eye caught his gaze, he clearly stopped; their eyes met across a group of people.

Zhao Daqiang's fat twitched.

That day, at the entrance of Jinxiu Huating, Lin Dawei shouted for his cousin.

They said they had connections in the underworld, so we'll cripple them.

There's clearly a problem!

Zhao Daqiang's lips twitched, and he slowly stood up.

"Lin Dawei".

After that sound, the courtyard fell completely silent.

Wang Yan also turned to look at Lin Dawei, a hint of panic in her eyes.

As soon as Lin Dawei entered the dispatch room, the first thing he saw was Zhao Daqiang's swollen and bluish face.

The drivers at the entrance instinctively moved aside, and no one dared to speak first.

Lin Dawei's gaze lingered on Zhao Daqiang's face for a moment, his tone flat.

"Mr. Zhao, who used such force?"

"Your face is so swollen."

Zhao Daqiang stared intently at him. "What do you think?"

"How would I know?"

"I've been busy driving cars these past two days and helping Fatty Zhang reopen his shop. I haven't even had time to eat."

Zhao Daqiang sneered.

But with a wound on his lip, his smile looked even uglier than a cry.

"Busy? You've been so busy at Jinxiu Huating?"

"I don't understand what you're saying, Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Daqiang took a step forward. "You don't need to play dumb."

"If you hadn't called me 'cousin' that day, would I have gotten this beating?"

"You fucking led them to me and then ran away."

"Lin Dawei, you've got some nerve."

A low hiss was heard outside the control room.

Wang Yan's eyes widened immediately.

"What cousin?"

"Zhao Daqiang, explain yourself clearly!"

Zhao Daqiang turned and yelled at her, "Shut up!"

Wang Yan was immediately furious.

"Who are you telling to shut up?"

"You cheated on me and kept a vixen, and now you're trying to blame others after getting beaten up?"

Zhao Daqiang's chest heaved with anger as he pointed at Lin Dawei.

"That's him!"

"That bastard deliberately lured that group of people towards me!"

"He called me 'cousin' and said that the freight station had been vandalized, and that I should stand up for him!"

Wang Yan didn't seem too surprised; she turned her head to look at Lin Dawei.

Lin Dawei didn't avoid her gaze; he simply took the cigarette out of his mouth and held it between his fingers.

"Mr. Zhao."

"You're being heartless by saying that."

Zhao Daqiang's eyes hardened. "I have no conscience?"

Lin Dawei nodded.

"You know perfectly well what happened that day."

"I saw you and Zhu Zhu being cornered by some thugs. I was worried you'd get hurt, so I called you 'cousin' to try and build rapport among the people at our station and get them to behave themselves a bit."

"Who knew you'd insist on acting like a boss?"

"They're holding a stick, and you're pointing it at them and cursing."

"If they don't get beaten up, who will?"

Several drivers outside couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Zhao Daqiang turned around abruptly, and his laughter immediately stopped.

Lin Dawei continued:

"Besides, what does it have to do with me that you brought a woman out of Jinxiu Huating?"

"I can't exactly kidnap you, can I?"

This sentence choked Zhao Daqiang back to his anger.

If he wants to continue pursuing Lin Dawei, he needs to explain why he was at Jinxiu Huating that day.

Zhu Zhu, the house—neither of them could be brought to light.

Wang Yan immediately seized on this point and sneered:

"yes."

"Tell me first, why did you leave Jinxiu Huating?"

"Why is that little vixen clinging to you?"

Why is that house registered in her name?

Zhao Daqiang's fingers trembled slightly. "What house?"

Wang Yan slammed her hand on the table.

"Stop pretending!"

"Building 3, Unit 2, Apartment 401!"

"Zhao Daqiang, do you really think I can't find out anything?"

A flicker of panic crossed Zhao Daqiang's eyes.

Zhao Daqiang forced a cold laugh.

"Wang Yan, let me tell you, don't listen to outsiders stirring things up."

"You think I don't know you're getting so close to Lin Dawei?"

The air in the control room suddenly froze.

Wang Yan's anger froze for half a second.

Zhao Daqiang seized on her reaction, his eyes hardening even more.

"Someone told me this before I went back to the station."

"Lin Dawei has been coming into the dispatch room frequently while I've been away these past few days."

"You even paid him over ten thousand yuan in shipping fees. Why should he pay first?"

"With so many drivers at the station, why should he get paid first?"

The drivers outside immediately changed their gazes, and Lao Ma also looked at Lin Dawei.

Shipping costs are a concern for everyone.

Ten thousand yuan isn't a huge sum, but in a place like a freight station, who you settle accounts with first and who you settle accounts with later depends on how close or distant you are to the customer.

Just as Wang Yan was about to speak, Lin Dawei chuckled first.

"Mr. Zhao."

"That money of mine is for the shipping fees you've been delaying for months."

"What's wrong?"

"The driver works for the station, and he gets paid, yet he's expected to kowtow to you?"

Zhao Daqiang stared at him. "Everyone else is taking their time, why are you the only one who took it first?"

Lin Dawei turned around and glanced outside.

"Old Ma."

Old Ma was taken aback. "Huh?"

"Have you settled your shipping fees from last month?"

Old Ma scratched his head.

"It's halfway done."

Lin Dawei then asked the dark-faced driver next to him, "Old Black, what about you?"

Old Hei coughed.

"Two more trips to go."

Lin Dawei looked at Zhao Daqiang and said, "Did you hear that? You're the ones who owe everyone money; it's not a matter of me taking it first."

"It's a question of whether you should have delayed it or not."

Zhao Daqiang's face darkened.

"Lin Dawei, are you trying to stand up for all the drivers at the station now?"