Catastrophe

Chen Fufa's transport fleet only has more than ten vehicles, and the cargo that can be transported is a drop in the bucket for Fatty Li's sorting plant. The number of people has dropped sharply from fifty to ten, and they are completely losing money. However, Fatty Li and Ning Zhe are relatively calm about this result, because they both know that the existence of Chen Fufa's team has more symbolic meaning than actual meaning. Their existence proves that Fatty Li's sorting factory has not collapsed. At the same time, they can also be used as bait to spread the news and attract other drivers.

At about four in the afternoon, after Chen Fufa's team loaded the last garbage from a community in the administrative district, it started to return to the sorting plant. At the same time, a young man in the team also picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Team Chen, can you hear me?"

"What's the matter? You said!" Chen Fufa, who had not slept all night before, was somewhat sluggish at the moment. He picked up the walkie-talkie to respond. Among the fortresses with expensive feature phones, the walkie-talkie was the most common communication tool in the fortress. This kind of equipment has the function of transmitting and receiving specific channels on its own, and does not require the support of signal towers. However, because the signal transmitted by the equipment is not strong, there are distance limitations. The communication distance is generally a few hundred meters, and better, it is about one kilometer. .

"It's nothing, after work tonight, I want to invite everyone to eat noodles, you can go too!" The young man in the team said with a smile.

"Don't always spend money when you have nothing to do! You are twenty-six years old, and you haven't married a wife yet? You have to know how to save more while you can make money! Otherwise, when you need money in the future, you should know that you can borrow money. How difficult." Chen Fufa held the walkie-talkie and persuaded with deep understanding.

"I know, I've been saving money recently, isn't it because our cost of transporting garbage has gone up!"

"This shipping fee won't go up for too long. Now Meng Dajiang and Boss Li are vying for business with each other. They are both competing with each other, so they will fight the price war. After one of them is eliminated, the shipping fee will definitely cost. Fall back!" Chen Fufa analyzed it like a mirror in his heart, and continued: "After I get off work, I have to go to the hospital to take care of the children, so I won't be with you."

"Well, I bought some fruit in the city before, and I put it in the car. I'll bring it to you when I arrive at the sorting factory."

"How expensive is this fruit now? What are you buying that thing for?" Chen Fu showed a painful expression. The land in the fortress is limited, and the food produced by the farmland is not enough for so many people to eat. About half of them need the chaebols. This kind of official natural monopoly is a kind of protection for the people by the chaebol, and it also keeps the price of grain relatively stable. Otherwise, if the grain industry is open to competition, it may lead to waste of social resources or market order. The chaos caused the common people to not be able to afford food. However, food such as fruit, which is not within the scope of protection, is relatively extravagant, especially in winter, when the price is even more expensive.

"Why is your face so big? I didn't buy this fruit for you. Isn't it for children?" The young man grinned happily: "Okay, drive well, and I'll give you the things after you get there. ."

"Thank you." Although Chen Fufa was hurt by the other party, a warm current passed through his heart.

Everyone chatted on the walkie-talkie channel all the way, and the convoy quickly passed the cross-river bridge smoothly. Due to the strong smell of garbage trucks, if they crossed the bridge, they could not walk through the city, but had to take a dirt road at the edge of the city. This road has been in disrepair for a long time. Not only is it a long way, but also a mountain road is required. Therefore, except for large vehicles that are prohibited in the urban area, generally no one walks.

The bumpy road, Chen Fufa was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes. After insisting on driving through a dirt beam, he slapped his face twice to refresh himself.

A hundred meters ahead, in a pine forest on the side of the road, Pan Gui stared gloomily at the garbage convoy rolling up dirt on the road in the distance, pulled out the walkie-talkie at his waist and said, "Chen Fufa's convoy is here, wait. They approached and stopped me directly!"

"Understood!" Someone quickly responded on the walkie-talkie.

When Chen Fufa was learning to drive, his master once told him that the most taboo things in the driving industry are drinking and fatigue, because such a big iron guy is walking on the road, if there is a collision, it is definitely not a joke. It's his own life, and it's also someone else's family. Chen Fufa has always kept this teaching in his heart, but recently, he can't care about so much, because he has to take care of the children every night, and he has to drive during the day. In a state of ignorance almost all day, supporting a crumbling family.

"Clap!"

The sound of slaps rang out one after another in Chen Fufa's carriage. Chen Fufa also shook his head from the slap. After a few slaps, there were already clear palm prints on his face. A person can make himself look like this. Look at this picture. He felt very happy, but the flushed palm print on Chen Fufa's face revealed the bitterness of a middle-aged man carrying the family on his shoulders.

"Buzz!"

At the same time, the engine of a van roared and slammed into the road from the woods in front, crossing the middle of the road. The young man in the car also pushed the door and stood under the car, pointing at Chen Fufa's head car and shouting: " Fuck! Stop it for me!"

"Clap!"

At this moment, Chen Fufa in the cab of the truck is still slapping himself, not looking at the road ahead~www.readwn.com~ and the roar of the truck makes him unable to hear the outside voice at all, as a person on this road An old driver who has been running for a few years, Chen Fufa can walk on this road at a speed of forty miles even when it is dark and the lights are not turned on. in his heart.

"Fuck me?!" The young man in front of the van saw the garbage truck rushing towards him at an unabated speed. He was stunned for a moment, and then like a frightened rabbit, he rushed to the side of the road.

"Squeaky!"

It was only at this time that Chen Fufa realized that there was a car in front of him and slammed on the brakes, but because the braking distance was too short and the garbage truck still had the inertia of going downhill, it could not stop completely.

Five seconds later.

"Boom!"

A muffled sound came out from the road, and the van that was on the road was knocked down by one side of the door in an instant. After being pushed out three or four meters away, it rolled over into a deserted ditch more than half a meter deep by the roadside.

A young man beside Pan Gui blinked his eyes, turned his head to look at Pan Gui, and asked dumbly, "Brother Gui, in the face of this situation, what should we do next?"