Perfect Feast

“Oh, you're right, who made my car better?” Liu Yang looked at the middle-aged woman and laughed and asked: “Sister, this is how traffic is now, and the people at the management station over there don't come out to take care of it? ”

The middle-aged woman also twisted her face and looked south, turning around and spraying a spit on the ground: “I'm bam... you still want to count on the Wang's bullying bad bears to do something? Ever since the establishment of the station, it has been clearly about managing traffic chaos around the area, and in fact, those people only charge fees and fines. Every car that pulls coal from the toll station gives them fifty bucks, and they don't care about anything else. It's all on credit for eating at this little restaurant of mine all the time. Even women don't pay for it..."

The darker Liu Yang heard, the more she looked at the woman and asked: "Do they do this and nobody in the county cares? ”

The woman glanced at Liu Yang disdainfully as if she was laughing at him. "Who cares in the county? These people are sent from the county. Except for the two heads of staff, the rest are temporary workers. Not only is the county not responsible for starting wages, but it also assigns them the number of tasks, which is to be handed over to them every month...”

The woman said, reaching out a finger and shaking in front of Liu Yang.

“Fifty thousand...” Liu Yang asked in surprise.

“Pfft...” The boss moaned disdainfully: “Look how many cars there are in this pile? I counted it carefully, more than two hundred and thirty cars, not so much less than a dozen cars. Fifty bucks for each of these cars, one at this time of the day, one at the end of the afternoon. How much do you reckon coming down in a month? There's half a million of them up there, and they're still falling into their own backpacks. I heard that these people, even temporary workers, bought houses in the county, a wealthy and oily man. It was only the days they lived...”

According to the boss's mother, each car is charged 50 yuan, calculated on the basis of 220 cars twice a day, that is, more than 20,000 yuan, 670,000 yuan a month down.

Half a million has been collected, 170,000 can remain at the management station, minus the expenses of temporary workers, refuelling the vehicle repairs, which may not be visible from the books, but there is not much left.

Whether or not there are other problems at the station, Liu Yang is not sure yet, but they will definitely have to hold the money. Otherwise, how can these people buy a house in the county?

But the so-called money hugging technique is nothing more than a false overstatement. If it is only tormented on the remaining 100,000 yuan line, even if they don't eat or drink for six months, it is only 780,000 yuan at most. If everyone can buy a house in the county, it is certainly not enough.

The rest of the trick is to make a profit by charging a heavier fee for loading a coal tunnel. There is no way to govern this matter without clarity. Liu Yang talked to the boss and suddenly discovered that a group of drivers jumped out of the car and fought. At this time, more than a dozen people in uniform and big caps walked this way from the management station.

Looking at those people in uniform, with electric truncheons and rubber sticks in their hands, Liu Yang felt bad. Shortly afterwards, he saw a shout in the front crowd, a naked man with a small flat head and a large piece of black coal ash, and was chased by four or five people in police uniform.

As if they were used to this kind of scene, the crowd's dozens of sizes were similar to the big guy, making it dark all over the body and the driver in the autumn, laughing at the back to watch.

Seeing those in uniform hitting people with rubber sticks in their hands, the boss's face changed and he took a bite on the ground, then twisted his back and walked into the hotel.

The man who was beaten ran as if he was still screaming something. He saw an angry face in a uniform. He made two steps to catch up. He held the rubber stick in his hand and a group hit him in the head.

The man fell to the ground with his head down, and the lively man standing next to him stopped. Several people crouched down and looked. They stood up and shouted: “It's broken, Liu Dahuazo was beaten to death...”

Then, the crowd was confused, and the guy who beat people was pushed a few times by a few naked men, and a few young men in uniform went up and pushed those people. So many people squeezed together, didn't know what to say, the scene suddenly messed up.

Liu Yang and Yao Peng stood right in front of the car and watched this mess coldly. Neither of them meant to go past.

Both of them understood that even their past two identities were not believed at this time. Plus, Liu Yang wants to see what happens to the people at the management station.

Soon after, two more middle-aged fat men in uniform came out from the management station. The two men shook step by step and went to Liu Yang's front station with great momentum. They opened their voices and shouted: “What are they doing? Good times don't want to pass, do they? It's all right, get out of the way...”

You really don't have to say, this guy seems very prestigious, and as he shouted two voices, those people really split up. The driver of the car stood aside, and the dozen men in uniform who came out first stood aside, and in the middle were the men who had been knocked out and fell on the floor.

The chaos lasted about two minutes from the beginning to the end. As these two middle-aged fat men in uniform came out, shouting only two voices, the scene was basically contained.

The two men were wearing traffic police uniforms and carrying a bar on their shoulders with three stars. Look at the rank. This man is a first-degree police chief. Those wearing this rank will also generally be small cadres at the rank of squadron commander and deputy commander in the following county bureau traffic police brigade.

The other one was wearing a uniform from the Department of Transportation, which could not tell the grade from his clothes. But he stood there with a big stomach, a fat, greasy face, and a very strong silence. The drivers next to him were so far away from him that they lowered their voices and dared not speak out.

The fat man in the traffic police uniform was very dignified. He looked at the big guy who fell on the ground and shouted, "How is he again? This Liu doesn't want to work, does it? ”

And he said, "What's wrong with you guys? I just squinted for a little while, and you're making such a big move for me? What am I feeding you? What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and take me to the duty room...”

Then he reached out to two of them: “Who, who, you two, get those two illegal vehicles over here and clear the way first... look at what you're doing. There's so many cars stuck on the bridge, it's a serious violation, you understand? What are the rest of us supposed to do, what are we supposed to do, what are we supposed to see here? Don't you want your own car? ”

With his assignment, two people ran over and moved the two cars together. All the way from Liu Yang's car to the door of the diner.

There are also two young men in uniform, who put up big heads that fell on the ground, and those in uniform, who also held a skinny man in a bladder and slippers, who followed these people, scolding them all the way, walking with them to the management station.

None of the others dared to make a sound, but they didn't go back and drive like the traffic cop said.

The powerful traffic cop was angry and pointing his finger at the drivers and yelling, “What are you doing? You want to rebel? Didn't you hear what I said? Who the fuck won't go, $100 each... Shit, I can't fix you guys, what are you still doing here? ”

A bunch of grey-faced drivers dare not speak, and many more are afraid of causing trouble.

But there are also people hiding behind the crowd who dare to say, “Here we go again, you guys gather your cars here every day, press the dots to let go, don't you want to pay more money? Whatever we do, you're all fined..."

The two fat men in the traffic uniform and the traffic uniform, looking at it with their voices.

The fat man in the traffic uniform cursed and shouted, “Who the fuck is talking? Which team are you on? How dare you stand up and hide behind people? You call this an insult to national law enforcement, you know that? What do you mean, we just want more fines? You fucking cow made you stand up and say...”

The man in the traffic uniform also scolded: “Leave her mother alone, it's not your turn to finger the law enforcement, go, go away, what's up? And you... you see what just happened? You guys are blocking a road to death. Can you say we're not strictly in charge? When you come next time, don't forget to pay a $50 security fee for each car... don't blame me for not leaving a face...”

Drivers, no one moves anywhere, but the resentment on their faces is obvious.

The more Liu Yang listens, the less he understands what this really means, but depending on the reaction of these drivers, isn't this 50 yuan policing fee and the 50 yuan management fee just said by the boss not the same thing at all?

This money must have been collected on the basis of a management fee.

Yao Peng still smoked in the back like he was fine, as if he didn't see everything happening in front of him. But in fact, he was looking at it coldly and wanted to see what Liu Yang would do.

However, he was surprised to find that he thought it was Liu Yangliu County Governor, at this time his heart was calm, without a slight sign of tantrum.

The guy not only didn't intend to be angry, but smiled at the corner of his mouth and walked over and talked to a bunch of dark, dirty drivers.

As Yao Peng slowly passed, he listened to a strong black man in his thirties shaking his head and sighing: “Alas... this car can't run. I fucking count, the management fee of the fleet, road maintenance, gas money, car repair, etc. doesn't count. This is just a bunch of fucking fines, at least five or six grand a month. How much can I earn in a month? I bought this car for over 100,000 yuan, half of which I still borrowed...”