Chapter 52: The Wicked Need Grinding
In the warm air-conditioned room, several bus attendants are feasting.
Passengers want to eat, and of course they have to eat.
The food on the table was unusually rich in fish and meat.
They are all the gods of wealth in the hotel, so they naturally have to offer them well.
"Would you like some wine?"
A fat man with a big belly said with a smile, about the real behind-the-scenes owner of the restaurant.
"No, no, no."
The driver of Cheng Hai's bus waved his hand and said: "There are thousands of roads, safety first, the driving is not standardized, and the relatives are in tears." ”
"See-so, see-so."
Another driver nibbled on a chicken leg and echoed: "You don't drink when you drink in the car, and you don't drink when you drive the car." ”
No matter how much extra money they make, they have to be responsible for themselves.
However, the conductor was more casual, pushing the cup in front of him, "Give me some, half a cup is enough." ”
A few people were chatting with each other, and a middle-aged woman walked in outside the door, holding a registration form in her hand.
The registration form recorded the information of the vehicle and the number of passengers carried, and after checking the driver's name, the woman gave each of them a red envelope.
After opening the red envelope and glancing at it, Cheng Hai's driver nodded with satisfaction, got up and said, "I'll go to the toilet." ”
Close the toilet door and the driver closes his eyes and releases the water.
It's actually a lot of pressure to do what they do.
When he first entered this industry, he had to work 12 hours a day, and his feet were numb when he stepped on the accelerator. Occasionally, when I feel unwell and don't rest well, I feel like I'm fighting for my life.
Although the income is not small, but later I became a family and bought a house, and this salary is a little unable to keep up with the expenses.
Later, he was contacted by his boss here, and his life improved.
At first, he felt a lot of guilt and resistance.
Now that I have money, I eat well, sleep well, and pee has become extremely smooth, so why don't I have the trouble of thinking about whether taking this kind of money will be unconscionable.
"Cool!"
After shaking comfortably twice, the driver lifted his pants with a satisfied look on his face and turned to leave.
At that moment, a sticky object fell from the top of his head, engulfing him in one gulp!
"Whoa."
Cheng Hai threw the camera to the scumbag and walked in the direction of the bus.
The forty-minute break was coming to an end, and when he was done, he waited to get off the bus in Youma Township.
Now is not a good time to watch the video, so the scumbag put away the camera and followed.
"What do you call him?"
"Surname Cheng."
"Mr. Cheng......"
The scumbag man nodded and said gratefully: "My name is Pang Yongliang, thank you very much for your help!" ”
"Brave, bright, nice name."
Cheng Hai smiled and wanted to get on the bus, but was stopped by the conductor.
"Sir, please let me check your phone."
"Why?" Cheng Hai frowned.
"When I was in the rest area just now, someone complained that you took pictures without permission, which violated your privacy." The conductor spoke in an upright tone, and there were two villains by his side.
"What if I don't? Do you still want to get your hands dirty? ”
Cheng Hai looked at him and felt very funny.
This group of people is really lawless to a certain point.
"Heh, I won't do anything, at most I won't let you get in the car?"
"Denied boarding?" Cheng Hai raised his eyebrows.
"If someone makes trouble, it can be regarded as a reason. I'm doing this for the safety of the passengers on the bus, and it makes perfect sense. The conductor sneered.
I have to say that with this eloquence, if this salesperson goes to sales, it should be no problem to be a regional supervisor.
It's a pity to take a detour.
"Hmmm......"
Cheng Hai clasped his hands on his chest, his brows furrowed deeply.
"What's wrong? Nothing to say? ”
The conductor looked like he was winning.
"I'm thinking about how to reason with you."
"Did you think of it?"
"I thought of it."
Cheng Hai took out his mobile phone and held it up in front of him.
The conductor took the mobile phone and didn't forget to sneer: "You know each other." ”
Syllable.
Cheng Hai grabbed his wrist and asked, "Did I tell you?" How can you rob it? ”
After speaking, he grabbed the back of the conductor's neck with one hand and pressed it down to the top of his knee.
"Ahh
The conductor screamed and covered his face and retreated, and the phone returned to Cheng Hai's hand.
"I'm Nima!"
The helper behind him stopped doing it in an instant, and grabbed Cheng Hai's shoulder.
Click!
Cheng Hai just twisted, and his shoulder was immediately dislocated.
"What are you doing!"
Another man shouted up, and then ......
Click!
His hand was also broken.
"Look, isn't that the solution?"
Cheng Hai put his phone back in his pocket and looked at the conductor.
It's really not fun to bully ordinary humans.
It's just this kind of person, you have to fight it.
"What do you want to do? Come again, I'll call the police! ”
There was a circle of people around, but the conductor didn't care about face.
"Yo? Called the police? Not ready to be reasonable? ”
Cheng Hai smiled, but he was not afraid that they would call the police.
They have been able to run rampant here for many years, saying that they have sorted out the relationship between all parties, but they are just letting the traffic police turn a blind eye to the fact that they do not stop according to the regulations.
What's more, the person who made the dot was the owner of the local restaurant, not their driver, and not a small salesman.
They're going to have other violations, and they're not going to wipe their butts for them.
"What do you want?"
Sure enough, the wicked still need to be grinded by the wicked.
After seeing that Cheng Hai didn't eat this set, the conductor knew that he couldn't do it, so he could only admit it.
Cheng Hai patted him on the shoulder and said, "If I buy a ticket, the car will have to be delivered to me." I'm just reasoning with you, you don't need to be so scared. ”
Conductor: "......"
Do you call this reasonable?
This is clearly about physics!
But at this point, what else could he do but compromise?
"Wait!"
Cheng Hai was about to get into the car, but was stopped again.
"What's wrong?" He looked back.
"He let you go, I didn't let you go!"
The hotel's thug pointed to his tattooed arm and said viciously: "My arm was broken by you, you have to pay money, otherwise I will call the police!" ”
He's not the same as a thief-minded conductor.
He was not a troublemaker, and he was wounded. Even if the police came, he could say that he was persuaded to fight and was beaten, and he was reasonable!
"You're blackmail!"
Seeing this, Pang Yongliang couldn't help but stand up.
"Blackmail? I've got all my arms like this, don't you see! "Tattoo thugs are straightforward.
Cheng Hai motioned to Pang Yongliang not to interfere and asked, "How much do you want?" ”
"Thirty thousand!"
"One arm, thirty thousand?" Cheng Hai looked stunned.
"That's right! If you don't give, I'll ...... I can't get up! "The tattooed thug thought he was scared and hit the railroad while it was hot.
"It's too cheap, isn't it?"
"Cheap? I'm telling you, this ...... Huh? Cheap? "The tattooed thug is blindfolded.
This guy won't give money so easily, will he?
"Let's make a deal."
"You really agreed?"
The tattoo thug no longer knows how to describe the mood at this time.
This happiness ...... Came a little suddenly?
Just as he was thinking, Cheng Hai walked over to him and reached out to grab his arm.
"What are you going to do?!"
The tattoo thug jumped backwards with a bad premonition.
Cheng Hai's face was calm, and he said, "Break your arm, otherwise how can you lose money?" ”
"Huh?"
The tattooed thug felt a chill on his back and quickly protected his injured hand.
"If you are really short of money, you can also increase the trading volume. Five arms for a total of 150,000, what do you think? Cheng Hai continued.
The calm tone, which contained a great deal of terror, was chilling.
"You, you ......"
The tattooed thug's face changed again and again, and he involuntarily stepped back.
"Don't be afraid, I have enough money."
Cheng Hai reached into his arms and took out a bank card.
The tattooed thug's face stiffened, but in the end, it was difficult to resist Cheng Hai's momentum, his legs were weak, and he knelt down.
"Big brother, I was wrong! I don't want this money, okay? ”