The Life of a Son-in-Law in a Courtyard House

The driver was in his thirties and very cautious.

The car stopped seven or eight meters away from Yang Dalin at the moment he stopped it.

The driver rolled down the window halfway, placed one hand on the steering wheel, and the other hand under the car door where Yang Dalin couldn't see it.

Yang Dalin guessed that the other person's other hand was ready to pull out a weapon at any time.

Moreover, he glanced warily at the surrounding environment, as if afraid that a few people would suddenly appear and surround the car.

Although there's nothing in his car right now, it's empty.

But Yang Dalin knew that his approach was the normal one.

If someone who looks like an adult male stops your car in the suburbs, regardless of their appearance, you should be cautious and wary immediately.

Good or bad people aren't written on their faces.

People who frequently drive cars do like making friends, but they are also very wary because they have been taken advantage of and cheated before.

The driver asked, "Hey, what's up?"

Yang Dalin took out his work ID from his jacket pocket, held it up with his index finger, and said, "Comrade, fellow traveler, I'd like a ride. Are you going in the direction of Bajishi?"

It's so far away, the driver can't see the words on it.

After checking that there was no danger in the surroundings, he said, "You're going back to the braised chicken market. Walk over slowly, let me see your ID first."

When Yang Dalin was about one meter away from the other car door, he stopped on his own.

This distance is enough for him to see the writing clearly, and it also makes the other person feel safe.

Otherwise, if you get too close to the other person, they will definitely tell you to stop.

These days, very few people are nearsighted, and most drivers have good eyesight.

The other person rolled down the window a little more to look at Yang Dalin's documents: "Wow, is this document real? You're only sixteen, a level five driver?"

Yang Dalin knew that his age was a major disadvantage.

He glanced at his car and recited a series of specifications for the old vehicle.

He then slowly pulled the three letters of introduction out of his pocket.

Each one was stamped with an official seal.

Yang Dalin added, "Comrade, here are the certificate and three letters of introduction with official seals. See if they're fake or not. I was able to become a Level 5 driver at the time because of a coincidence that I made some contributions."

It was a reward from higher authorities.

"I'll be returning to get a replacement relocation certificate."

When Yang Dalin skillfully recited the vehicle's specifications and some of its shortcomings, the driver already believed in his work.

Although you might not believe his level of expertise, he's a colleague, so his identity is definitely not in question.

His job level might be due to connections within the family, rather than his own efforts.

As long as the person is not in danger, the drivers are still happy to give them a ride.

Because of this, they can earn some extra money.

You can also find someone to talk to on the way.

Now trucks can't play radios or music, so the journey is so boring.

Yang Dalin had to put the truck on the back of the truck bed and secure it with ropes, otherwise, if it lay flat in the truck bed along the way, he didn't know how much paint would be damaged.

The driver wanted to get out and help, but Yang Dalin advised him, "It's alright, comrade, I can manage on my own. You should keep a close eye on your surroundings while you're in the driver's seat. If anything seems amiss, you can just shift gears and drive off, so you don't run out of time to react."

These words struck a chord with the other person.

The driver was becoming more and more convinced that Yang Dalin was really a driver, except for having a slight doubt about his rank.

Yang Dalin quickly secured the vehicle, got out of the truck bed, and sat in the passenger seat.

She also had her own handbag slung around her neck.

Yang Dalin had packed some pears and apples inside, intending to let the other party try them later.

As soon as Yang Dalin was seated, the car set off.

The driver started chatting with Yang Dalin: "Little Yang, right? You're really only sixteen years old and already a level five driver?"

Wow, you leveled up pretty fast!

Although the driver spoke with a smile, he seemed to have some doubts, or rather, he suspected that Yang Dalin had a good family background and that someone in his family had used connections to get things done for Yang Dalin.

Yang Dalin asked, "What is your surname, elder brother?"

"Oh, my surname is Shao."

"Oh, Brother Shao, if you don't believe me, let me drive for a bit."

"No, no, this is not allowed. This is a company car, we can't just let you try it out."

"Haha, Brother Shao, you don't think I got promoted to Level 5 driver through connections, do you?"

Driver Shao was clearly a veteran, and since they were in the same profession, he knew that if he didn't make things clear, the other man might look down on him.

Although Yang Dalin didn't care much about this, he still wanted to make more friends, in case he might need their help in the future.

Who knows, I might come back someday. I'd like to make friends with a driver near my hometown, in case something comes up.

Moreover, once we arrive at the braised chicken market, there are still dozens of miles to go. Asking him to help find a ride along the way would be very convenient.

Besides, most drivers come from military backgrounds, and they prefer capable and competent people, not those who get in through connections.

This is normal.

Driver Shao didn't say anything, but his expression seemed to confirm that Yang Dalin was indeed like that.

Yang Dalin smiled and said, "Brother Shao, my master is also a retired soldier. He was a driver who went to the peninsula for free without a passport."

He has a strong sense of justice and hates evil. Do you think he would teach me driving properly if I got in through connections?

Besides, many people in our line of work are veterans. If I didn't have some real skills, would I be able to establish myself in this line of work and even be able to go on missions with them?

If the leader dared to be so brazen as to promote me to the fifth-level driver position at the age of sixteen, disregarding the objections of other colleagues, then the leader wouldn't dare to act so unilaterally at this point.

Otherwise, how can he gain the respect of the staff and assign tasks to us drivers?

Upon hearing this, Driver Shao felt a pang of unease and asked again, still puzzled, "So, what's this all about?"

Yang Dalin couldn't explain it clearly, so he only said, "Brother Shao, it must be because I did something good. As for what kind of good deed and how I did it, you must know that the unit has to keep that a secret, so I can't tell you. I'm sure you understand."

Upon hearing this, Driver Shao realized that there was no point in asking, and he couldn't ask anyway, because even if he did, the other party wouldn't tell him.

He has also studied confidentiality regulations, and nowadays, even transporting certain items requires confidentiality.

Driver Shao nodded: "Alright, I won't ask anymore. You kid, you must have something special. I'm only a level three driver now, and that's only because I learned to drive in the army and then drove for seven or eight years after I joined the company. You're only sixteen and you're almost catching up to me. Wow, impressive. I reckon you can be promoted to special level one in five years."

Yang Dalin laughed heartily: "Thank you for your kind words, Brother Shao. Here, let me treat you to a pear from my hometown, and an apple as well."

Yang Dalin took out two pears and two apples from his satchel.

He casually placed a pear and two apples under the windshield in front of his steering wheel, then picked up a pear, wiped it, and took a bite.

Nowadays, there are no pesticides to use, so you don't need to wash it; just wipe it off.

Eating first shows that there's nothing wrong with what you took out.