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

Lin Dawei slowly stood up.

He was taller and stronger than Zhao Daqiang.

Especially after these past two days of training, with my shoulders spread wide and my chest pressed against my half-worn black short-sleeved shirt, I felt like a wall pressing down on me.

"I don't have time for that. I just want to ask, who's going to deliver tomorrow's orders?"

Zhao Daqiang was stunned for a moment.

Lin Dawei continued:

"Mr. Zhao, you're injured like this, how can you come back to work?"

"The vehicles at the station need to run, customers need to urge us, and the drivers need to eat."

"You and Sister Yan had a fight, that's between you two, don't take it out on the people at the station."

The drivers outside all heard this, and several of them exchanged glances.

The people at the freight station aren't afraid of the owners arguing; what they're afraid of is having no work and not getting paid.

Whoever can assign orders and settle payments carries weight in their words.

Zhao Daqiang naturally understood this meaning as well, and narrowed his one eye.

"it is good."

"Then I'll tell you now."

He turned around, grabbed the dispatch book on the table, and held it high.

"Starting tonight, I, Zhao Daqiang, will personally dispatch all orders for Shunda Freight Station!"

"Anyone who dares to follow Wang Yan's orders can get out!"

"Don't expect to get a single penny back—your deposit, final payment, or shipping fee!"

The drivers outside all changed their expressions at once.

Wang Yan's expression also changed.

"Zhao Daqiang, have you gone mad?"

"I have the customer phone numbers, route schedules, and driver files. What are you going to use to dispatch them?"

Zhao Daqiang sneered, "I have a business license, I'm the legal representative!"

"This station belongs to the Zhao family, not the Wang family!"

Wang Yan's chest heaved violently with anger.

Lin Dawei's eyes narrowed slightly. Zhao Daqiang's first move upon returning was not to cut off Wang Yan, but to cut off the dispatching authority.

If the power to dispatch orders is taken back, the driver will have to kneel down in front of him again.

No matter how bad-tempered Wang Yan is, she can only be a wife who argues with others.

Lin Dawei couldn't let him suppress the situation so easily.

Just then, the landline on the dispatch room desk suddenly rang.

Wang Yan reached out to take the phone, but Zhao Daqiang pressed it down on her hand.

He stared at Wang Yan, then grabbed the receiver with his other hand.

Shunda Freight

He said four words, and then his expression immediately changed.

The voice on the other end of the phone was quite loud; anyone nearby could hear it.

"Mr. Zhao? What's going on at your station? Has the truck for that batch of frozen goods going to the provincial capital tomorrow morning been booked yet?"

"It's settled."

Zhao Daqiang immediately said, "I'll arrange it."

The person on the other end of the phone sounded impatient.

"What arrangements did you make? Sister Wang said this afternoon that Master Lin would be there, and the loading time was all set."

"The warehouse only recognizes Master Lin. He ran this line before, and he knows exactly how to press the cold chain boxes and what time they need to be delivered."

Zhao Daqiang's face froze.

Everyone looked at Lin Dawei, who stood still without saying a word.

The person on the other end of the phone continued to urge:

"Don't change people at the last minute. If this batch of goods is delayed, you can't afford to compensate for the losses."

"Arrive at the warehouse at 5:30 tomorrow morning. Let Master Lin come again."

"that's all."

beep.

The phone call ended, and the dispatch room was so quiet that only the sound of the air conditioner could be heard.

Wang Yan's lips slowly curled up slightly.

Zhao Daqiang gripped the receiver, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

Lin Dawei looked up at him. "Mr. Zhao, are we still going to take this deal?"

Zhao Daqiang gritted his teeth and said, "Run."

Lin Dawei nodded.

"Who sent them?"

Zhao Daqiang's swollen face contorted slightly, and all the drivers outside stared at him.

He just said that anyone who listens to Wang Yan's orders should get lost, but now the client specifically wants Lin Dawei.

The slap wasn't big, but it landed on his face.

After holding it in for a long time, Zhao Daqiang finally squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth:

"This order is special."

Lin Dawei chuckled.

"Okay, special treatment it is."

Wang Yan immediately picked up the dispatch book and turned to the page for tomorrow morning.

"Dawei, get to the cold storage in the western suburbs at 5:30. Clean the truck tonight, and bring the temperature-controlled box with you."

"Shipping fee is 1200, payable upon return."

Zhao Daqiang suddenly looked at her.

Wang Yan glared at him.

"What's wrong?"

"The customer specifically requested this; are we still operating at the station?"

Zhao Daqiang didn't speak. He looked at Wang Yan, then at Lin Dawei.

The resentment in his eyes was like an old, dark well.

Lin Dawei knew this wasn't over.

Zhao Daqiang failed to kick him out today; instead, he was publicly humiliated by the client.

The thorn in his heart will only grow deeper.

Sure enough, Zhao Daqiang suddenly sneered.

"Lin Dawei, come to my office tomorrow morning after you finish your run."

"There are some things we need to talk about privately."

Lin Dawei looked at him. "What are you talking about?"

Zhao Daqiang raised his hand and touched his swollen, festering lip.

"Let's talk about the surveillance footage from Jinxiu Huating that day."

Wang Yan's expression changed slightly.

Old Ma outside was also stunned for a moment.

Zhao Daqiang stared at Lin Dawei and said, word by word:

"I had someone ask around, and there are security cameras at the entrance of the residential area and along that road."

"It should all be filmed quite clearly: who was squatting there, who ran over first, and who led whom."

Lin Dawei's heart sank.

Zhao Daqiang was bluffing him, or he might not have been.

In residential complexes like Jinxiu Huating, there are definitely security cameras at the entrance, and there may also be cameras in shops along the roadside.

If they really investigated, they might find out what he did that day, but Lin Dawei didn't reveal a thing on his face.

He simply put the cigarette back in his mouth and finally took out a lighter to light it.

Click.

Lin Dawei took a breath and exhaled white mist.

"Okay, go check it out."

"While you're at it, also find out where you and Zhu Zhu came from."

Zhao Daqiang's sneer froze.

Lin Dawei took a step forward, lowering his voice so that only a few people in the dispatch room could hear him.

"Mr. Zhao, the surveillance cameras are quite comprehensive; they filmed not only me but also you."

Zhao Daqiang's eyelid twitched.

Wang Yan immediately seized on this statement and said coldly, "Yes."

"You check, and give me a copy when you find it."

"I also want to see how you, Zhao Daqiang, emerge from that big house with that little vixen in your arms."

Zhao Daqiang's face darkened completely, and he slammed the receiver back onto the landline.

boom!

"Get out! All of you!"

The drivers outside quickly dispersed, and the old man pulled Lin Dawei aside, whispering:

"Let's go, let's go first."

Lin Dawei looked at Wang Yan, and Wang Yan looked at him too. Their eyes met, and Wang Yan quickly concealed the slight panic in her eyes.

She knew that Zhao Daqiang suspected Lin Dawei.

Lin Dawei also knew that if Zhao Daqiang really found out something, he would be in trouble.

But she can't back down now.

Once he withdrew, the freight station returned to Zhao Daqiang's hands.

Lin Dawei flicked the cigarette ash into the broken ashtray on the ground.

"I'll handle the orders tomorrow morning; I'll settle the shipping costs when I get back."

Wang Yan nodded.

Zhao Daqiang looked coldly at the two of them and then spoke again, "Lin Dawei."

Lin Dawei stopped.

Zhao Daqiang's voice was sinister.

"Don't think that just because a customer requests one of your buses, you can do whatever you want at the station."

"You'd better remember who Shunda belongs to."

Lin Dawei turned around.

He looked at Zhao Daqiang's face, which was swollen like a pig's head, and smiled.

"Mr. Zhao, your face is already like this, so please say less."

"It's drafty."

Someone outside couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.

Zhao Daqiang's eyes widened suddenly, but Lin Dawei had already walked out of the dispatch room.

The night wind blew through the yard, carrying the smells of diesel fuel and dust.

Old Ma followed beside him and whispered:

"Dawei, you've really offended Fatty Zhao this time."

"He never intended to let me go."

Old Ma paused for a moment, then asked, "What exactly happened at Jinxiu Huating that day?"

Lin Dawei glanced at him.

Old Ma immediately waved his hand, "I won't ask, I won't ask."

"Just a heads-up, Zhao Daqiang is a cunning guy."

"He can't win an argument with Wang Yan openly, so he'll definitely sabotage her behind her back."

Lin Dawei hummed in agreement.

Old Ma lowered his voice again: "Also, the station's deposits, contracts, and car insurance are all in his hands."

"If he really wanted to mess with you, he could easily find some excuse to deduct your pay."

Lin Dawei stubbed out his cigarette. "Then let him look for it."

Looking at him, Lao Ma felt that Lin Dawei had become increasingly incomprehensible these past few days.

In the past, if someone insulted Dawei, he would at most just put up with a dark expression and endure it.

Lin Dawei walked to the light truck, but before he got in, his phone vibrated.

It was sent by Wang Yan.

[Don't rush back after your run tomorrow morning, call me first.]

Lin Dawei stared at the screen for two seconds.

Another message popped up.

Also, he was looking through the ledgers in his office just now and found that I had tampered with the backup accounts.

Lin Dawei narrowed his eyes.

This is the real reason why Zhao Daqiang came back tonight.

He didn't simply come back to seize control of the allocation; he discovered that the money was being moved.