"Cook ......"

Lying on the stinky bed, the big man who was holding a nasty magazine in one hand and reviewing the stroke motion in the other hand of physics knowledge yelled at Shet, and then was stunned for a moment and threw the nasty magazine on the table next to the bed.

He simply cleaned up, and whoever was yelled at by Lao Ma at this time could still continue to review, he walked out of the smelly room, and asked complaining, "What do you want me to do?"

Cook is thirty-one years old, but not married, and in the Byle Federation, living with his parents over the age of twenty is considered a "disability", and normal people tend to leave their parents' families after they become independent and have their first job and start trying to form their own small families.

But Cook didn't, he's thirty-one years old and hasn't left this comfort zone yet, which is probably why he hasn't gotten married until now, and no one will like the way he's now.

Seeing the mighty son complaining in a loud voice, the old woman not only did not be afraid, but impatiently pointed to the phone in the corner, "Damn, someone called you, I really can't imagine why someone would call you, because you don't take a shower, or because you stink?"

Cook scolded and walked into the corner, this is not a rich family, at least a rich family will not have a smelly bedroom.

But the family's situation was not too bad before, and before Cook was unemployed, he could bring a decent salary to the family every month.

Maybe it's because he's a big truck driver and doesn't have time to waste on romance, and his relationships with those girls end in failure.

When he has time, the girls will dislike him as an unemployed man who has not stepped out of his comfort zone.

Probably, in a few years, his marriage will come, and then there will be a girl who has been kicked out of the house by her parents, who has no place to live, no future to live, and who may become Cook's wife in order to obtain a stable life.

There are many cases of this, women tend to appear in front of people as a vulnerable group, and then they will ask a man who can support themselves to take them away, as for their own efforts or something, that is only the idea of a few women.

Most women are like Cook at this time, if they can't come out of their comfort zone, why should they adapt to the outside environment?

While scratching his belly full of body hair under his old clothes, Cook picked up the phone, his voice not small, and the voice of a big truck driver is not small.

The noise from the cab makes them want to talk to the rest of the convoy, and sometimes a loud voice is a way to avoid trouble, which is a natural advantage in some motels along the highway.

But soon, his voice lowered, and he was as docile as a little sheep, and he even bent down reluctantly, with a look of excitement and flattery on his face, repeating a few simple words.

Okay, no problem, I got it......

Old Marya, who was preparing lunch for the big man Cook in the kitchen, had a smile on her face, and she had already guessed that half a year after Cook lost his job, a new job had arrived.

This also made old Marja breathe a sigh of relief, at least this damn big guy won't gnaw at old anymore, which is good news.

Cook soon started making phone calls, first to his good friend, James.

James is also a big truck driver, and before the company went out of business, they were both on a team, and James is a funny, fantasy guy who always likes to tell his bizarre fantasies to others.

Cook was also always shocked by James's wild fantasies, so the two became very good friends.

James immediately agreed to the job opportunity when he heard about it, and everyone had a hard time during this time, with the big companies in Sabin City closing down one after another, and the rest of the city was similar.

The regression of the development of the real economy has led to a decrease in the demand for logistics by enterprises, and even more remote small cities, where there have been no big trucks out of the city for a long time.

After many phone calls, Cook rarely took a shower, and to save time, he even used a boar-haired brush, each time he howled.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Cook, James, and some of their other former colleagues showed up outside one of the largest used car dealers in Sabin, this time to see the car and meet the boss who called them.

If nothing else, they will have a new job.

With a nervous mood, the group came to the second-hand car trading shop early, and the lack of work for half a year basically hollowed out their small savings, and there were seven or eight people who came, in fact, Cook called more people, but some people couldn't come.

They've found a job that barely ends meet, and the size of the truck driver gives them an edge over the competition for certain positions, and they don't think one company can recruit too many truck drivers at the same time.

If they don't join the company and lose their old security jobs, it will be a terrible and heavy blow to their lives and families.

While waiting, everyone talked about the recent life situation, and honestly there is nothing to be happy about, everyone's life is a mess, and James even talked about how he plans to go elsewhere without Cook's phone call.

He said that he had written some short stories and some scripts during this time, which were accidentally bought by magazines and the Writers Guild, which relieved the pressure of his life.

He was ready to leave, but Cook's call stopped him just in time.

Everyone was a little embarrassed, and at this time, Cook's eyes were suddenly attracted by a brand-new silver mirror luxury car outside the exhibition hall, and he couldn't help but whistle.

Big truck drivers may like big trucks, but they also like such luxury cars that can show their status, and they recognize at a glance that this is the latest luxury sedan from House Industries, which costs about 100,000 yuan.

Then, under the envious gaze of these big truck drivers, a young man stepped out of the car, with a smile as bright as the sun hanging in the sky, walked into the exhibition hall, and walked in front of them.

To be honest, the young man is handsome, but in front of these big, middle-aged truck drivers, handsomeness doesn't make much of a difference.

Some of the staff in the exhibition hall looked at the scene not far away in silence, without making a sound - a group of people sitting or standing, like a beast dressed in a representative of civilization and a young handsome but pale young Hainan confronted each other, on one side was the stormy waves, and on the other hand it was just a small sapling, and the little sapling seemed to be torn apart in an instant!

The intense conflict and disparity has left people holding their breath, and some have even bred the idea of calling the police.

The temper of the big truck drivers is always the worst of all the drivers, and they are afraid that this young man who has a good impression will be torn to pieces by these rough beasts.

But what is surprising is that these beasts seem to have been domesticated at this time, and it is so docile that it is difficult to associate them with the truck driver and their image at this time.

Lynch stood about seven or eight paces away from them, with some smiles on his face, looking at the truckers whose muscles or fat were going to come out of their clothes, and then stretched out his hand, "Who's Cook?"

After two or three seconds of calm, Cook came back to his senses and hurriedly took the initiative to walk in front of Lynch, and even bent over in order not to make himself look too oppressive and to make a good impression on the new boss.

The rough hands held Lynch's hand tightly, and there was a slight flattering voice on his face, "I am, I'm Cook, are you Mr. Lynch?"

Lynch nodded, and his little finger moved slightly, flicking it on the bottom of Cook's palm, a very subtle cue, signaling that the other person could let go of his hands.

In many formal and high-class social situations, some people will also show the same enthusiasm as Cook, and they forget the reserve and etiquette that should be maintained, so when someone wants to end the handshake of excessive intimacy, with a flick of the little finger, the other person will immediately understand the meaning, apologize and let go of the hand, so that everyone can remain decent.

However, Lynch miscalculated Cook's comprehension, and he didn't have the slightest intention of letting go, and was still saying some embarrassing flattery.

In fact, all of this is forced, forced by life, forced by embarrassment and poverty, and forced by cruel reality.

No one wants to look inferior, and if they can, they won't bend down in front of the president, but life doesn't allow them to have their dignity and pride, because they still have to live.

"It's time to let go of your hand......," Lynch reminded, and Cook didn't even let go of his hand, but Lynch only felt that his palm was a little wet.

He smiled and shook his head, not pursuing Cook's actions, looking at the big truck drivers and asking, "Is there only so many?"

Cook suddenly had a look of surprise on his face, which meant that Mr. Lynch needed more truck drivers, and it also meant that he could continue to happily cross the endless and deserted highway with his good friends.

"I can find as much as you want!", and in the midst of the surprise, Cook even used honorifics.

Lynch nodded and changed the question, "Shall we go see the car first?"

That's why he brought these people to the dealership, most of these truck drivers are good truck mechanics, but if a truck breaks down on an intercity or intercontinental highway, it would be a disaster if he couldn't solve these problems.

They must not only know how to understand cars, but also be able to repair cars, and with them, the second-hand car dealer can't fool Lynch.