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

Chapter 5 Red Peppers at the Freight Station

Lin Dawei parked his truck at the entrance of Shunda Freight Station on the southern outskirts of the county town.

Dust filled the courtyard.

He got out of the car and walked straight to the prefabricated steel building in the corner with a sign that read "Dispatch Room".

Pushing open the door, you see the boss, Zhao Daqiang, sprawled out on his peeling boss chair, holding a purple clay teapot in his hand, his two slipper-clad feet propped up on the desk.

"Mr. Zhao."

Lin Dawei walked over.

"My two months' worth of truck consolidation fees and shipping costs totaled 23,000 yuan. Shouldn't I be settled today?"

Zhao Daqiang didn't even lift his eyelids, slowly taking a sip of tea from the spout.

"Dawei."

He placed the purple clay teapot on the table and picked at his teeth with his little finger.

"It's not that I don't want to settle your account, you know the rules of the station. The boss's wife manages all the accounts."

"I'm just here to bring in business; you'll have to get Wang Yan to approve this money."

Lin Dawei frowned.

He had been subjected to this couple's endless back-and-forth banter and tactical maneuvering countless times before.

"Mr. Zhao, I urgently need the money today."

Lin Dawei's voice was completely flat, only a few decibels deeper than usual.

Zhao Daqiang finally sat up straight, raised his swollen eyes, and glanced at Lin Dawei.

In the past, when this old man came to ask for money, he would always be humble and smiling, but today his tone sounded a bit off.

But he didn't take it seriously and waved his hand irritably.

"There's no use in rushing. Go call Wang Yan. If she agrees, the finance department will transfer the money to you immediately."

Lin Dawei didn't waste any more words and turned to leave the prefabricated steel building.

He walked to an old locust tree outside the compound, took out his phone from his pocket, found Wang Yan's number, and dialed it.

It rang more than a dozen times before the other end finally answered.

The phone was filled with the clattering sound of shuffling cards and a woman's loud, boisterous laughter.

"Hello!"

Wang Yan's voice was louder than the sound of shuffling cards, hoarse and full of impatience.

"Why are you making phone calls in broad daylight? Are you trying to kill me?"

Lin Dawei lit a Hongtashan cigarette and took a deep drag.

"Boss lady, it's me, Dawei. My payment for the truck and freight is two months overdue, and I need to settle it today."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone.

Then came Wang Yan's sharp, cold laughter, like a machine gun.

"You want money?"

"Lin Dawei, have you taken the wrong medicine? You're a bachelor, your wife ran off with someone else, and nobody's asking you for money. What's the rush?"

"The station is facing cash flow problems right now. Your pittance in freight charges is nothing. Push your order to the back!"

Lin Dawei clenched his fingers tightly around the cigarette.

"Boss lady, let's keep things separate. I did the work, so I'm entitled to this money."

Wang Yan became an instant sensation on that end.

"You think you're so great, huh?!"

"I'm busy right now, I don't have time to listen to your nonsense. If you don't want to work, hand over the car keys tomorrow and get out!"

Beep beep.

The call was immediately disconnected.

Lin Dawei stared at the blacked-out phone screen and let out a long, hard breath.

In the past, if Wang Yan had said those words, he would have had to swallow his anger and slink back to his truck to continue doing those long and arduous jobs.

After all, the vehicle is still registered at the station.

But today is different.

The system gave him 10,000 yuan to cover his daughter's tuition, and the power he gained from the lottery transformed him completely.

This freight station is just a bunch of bloodsuckers who leech off the drivers. If all else fails, they can just quit. Who's afraid of who?

Lin Dawei threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with the sole of his rubber shoe.

He turned around and got back into the car, flooring the accelerator. The old truck roared loudly and drove straight out of the compound.

Wang Yan's home is in the family compound two streets behind the freight station.

The second floor.

To let the smoke dissipate, the security door wasn't closed completely, leaving a gap about the width of a palm.

Before you even reach the door, you can smell the pungent smell of tobacco in the hallway, mixed with the incessant chatter of women complaining.

Lin Dawei walked to the door, stretched out his rough, large hand, and pushed it directly against the iron gate.

With a creak, the iron gate was pushed open completely.

The living room was filled with smoke, and four heavily made-up middle-aged women were gathered around an automatic mahjong machine.

Wang Yan had her back to the door and was bending down to reach the cards in the middle of the table.

She wore a pair of scarlet yoga pants today.

At forty years old, her figure has become somewhat plump, but this plumpness carries a strong, ripe, and fleshy feel.

The yoga pants were stretched to their limit by her ample hips, the scarlet color glaring under the light, the fabric stretching into an exaggeratedly full curve on the chair as she touched the cards.

Upon hearing the door open, the women playing cards simultaneously looked up.

Wang Yan turned around and saw that it was Lin Dawei. Her eyebrows immediately furrowed.

"Don't you know the rules? Who let you into my house?"

Lin Dawei ignored the probing gazes of the other three women and strode forward.

"Boss lady, the bill is due."

Wang Yan had terrible luck today, losing four games in a row, and was seething with anger.

Upon seeing that this usually quiet and unassuming man dared to come to their home, the arrogant and domineering attitude he displayed in the dispatch room immediately surged to the top of his head.

Snapped.

She slammed a two-of-a-kind card she was holding onto the table.

"Lin Dawei, are you deliberately coming here to cause trouble?"

Wang Yan pointed at Lin Dawei's nose, her ample chest heaving violently.

"I was just about to start playing cards when you, you jinx, barged in and ruined all my good luck!"

She turned her head and glanced at the messy card game in front of her, becoming angrier the more she looked.

"No wonder I've been losing all day. Turns out it's because you're such a jinx."

The other women at the table exchanged glances, covered their mouths, and chuckled secretly, clearly enjoying the spectacle of the lowly driver.

Lin Dawei stood expressionless beside the mahjong table.

His gaze shifted downwards, landing on Wang Yan's bright red lips.

"Stop talking nonsense, losing is your own problem. 23,000, I won't leave even if it's one point less today."

Wang Yan was stunned.

She could hardly believe her ears.

Has this coward gotten himself into a frenzy today? How dare he talk back to her in such a tone in front of her mahjong partners?

"Aren't you leaving?"

Wang Yan suddenly stood up from her chair, her chest heaving violently with the movement.

She put her hands on her hips, her large breasts thrusting directly in front of Lin Dawei, her hoarse, husky voice reaching its highest pitch.

"I'm not going to marry you, what can you do about it?"

"Should I report you to the labor bureau? Or should I sue you in court?"

"Go ahead! If you dare step out that door, I'll tell everyone in the industry tomorrow, and let's see which trucking company in the county will dare to hire you!"

Relying on Zhao Daqiang's connections and her own shrewishness, she had always acted arrogantly and domineeringly in the county's logistics circle, knowing that these low-level drivers with families to support would not dare to resist.

Lin Dawei looked at her arrogant demeanor.

Then she remembered the rumors she had heard that Zhao Daqiang had been keeping a mistress for a long time.

She's nothing but a pathetic, self-righteous person.

Lin Dawei's gaze followed her pale waistline and landed on her tight, eye-catching scarlet yoga pants.

In that instant, the light screen deep within my mind lit up without warning.

A crisp notification sound suddenly rang out.

【Ding! 】

[A new target has been detected.]

Lin Dawei's breathing paused slightly.

Name: Wang Yan

Age: 40

【Height: 165cm】