60s: I have a store

Chapter 270: Soliciting Customers
Li Feng drove the truck, almost stepping on the accelerator to the bottom, all the way to Tianjin, and soon he was out of the city of Sijiu.

After leaving Sijiu City, Li Feng stopped the car.

Zhou Dafu asked curiously: "Master Li, why do you want to stop the car?"

There was nothing wrong with the truck, and no one was in urgent need of help, so why did it stop for no reason?
Li Feng said, "This is the first lesson I'm going to teach you. When you're driving long distances, you have to stop the car when you leave the city and wrap the license plate with a piece of red cloth. This not only wards off evil spirits, but also prevents those who are jealous of you making extra money from not knowing how to complain about you."

When Zhou Yimin heard this, he shouted in his heart, "What the hell!"

Who taught this method? Isn't this just a way of deliberately covering up the license plate so that people can't be found guilty of breaking the law? And now there are no traffic police checking license plates, so using this method is really risk-free.

"Da Fu, you must study hard, it will be very useful."

Li Feng said: "Section Chief Zhou, you are indeed a truck driver, you can understand it at once."

Trucks can earn a lot of extra money when driving long distances, so it is normal for others to be jealous. Less trouble is worse than more trouble, so I don’t know who invented this method, and it eventually spread among the entire truck driver circle.

Sure enough, after using this method, complaints from others rarely occurred.

"Okay!" Chow Tai Fook nodded and silently memorized these experiences.

After Li Feng covered the front and rear license plates, he got in the car and continued on his journey.

After a while, they saw from afar a middle-aged man in a blue uniform, carrying a large bundle in one hand and a cigarette in the other, smoking it with big puffs.

When the man heard the roar of a truck engine in the distance, he immediately stood up, rushed to the middle of the road excitedly, and then immediately waved his hands so that the truck driver could see him.

Zhou Dafu then asked: "Master Li, what should we do in this situation? Should we stop? What if they are highway robbers? We will be in trouble."

As he spoke, he still looked nervous. Before he set out, the young man had heard a lot about highway robbery from his colleagues. At this time, he could not help but feel a little nervous, and anyone who blocked his road looked like a bandit.

"Da Fu, don't be so nervous. This person probably wants to ride our SF Express truck. This is also a way for truck drivers to make extra money." Zhou Yimin explained.

This kind of thing is just like hitchhiking in later generations, but hitchhiking in later generations is many times more comfortable than trucks, and much safer.

Of course, hitchhiking in later generations is not completely safe either, especially when it first emerged, there were some people who broke the law knowingly.

It is undeniable that hitchhiking has made it easier for many people to travel long distances, but in the beginning, the supervision of hitchhiking was not in place, which led to many tragic incidents.

As the intensity of supervision continues to increase, fewer and fewer people are committing crimes in defiance of the law.

Li Feng was slightly surprised and said with a smile: "Section Chief Zhou, you are amazing! You can tell what happened at a glance. Dafu, if you can be as smart as Section Chief Zhou, you will probably be able to learn how to drive a truck very quickly."

"If I can be one-tenth as smart as my Sixteenth Uncle, I'd be very lucky. How could I dare to dream of being as smart as my Sixteenth Uncle?" Chow Tai Fook rolled his eyes.

Before, when he was in the village, he only knew that his Sixteenth Uncle was able to get food.

But after arriving at the steel plant, he realized that his uncle's talent was not just in getting food, but also in inventing many things with his clever brain, helping the country earn foreign exchange.

It can be said that among all the people he knows, no one can compare to Uncle Sixteen.

Li Feng couldn't help but nodded and said, "That's right. If my son could be one-tenth as smart as Section Chief Zhou and could be admitted to a technical secondary school, I would be satisfied." Now, as long as he can be admitted to a technical secondary school, he is guaranteed to be assigned a job, and he can even become a cadre.

In this era, technical secondary schools are already very popular, let alone college students.

Soon, Li Feng parked the truck steadily less than 30 centimeters away from the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was so frightened that he thought the truck was going to hit him and tried to dodge. I have tried to do this before, but those truck drivers stopped early, unlike this truck that was so extreme.

The middle-aged man came to his senses and immediately ran to the driver's seat, took out a bag from his pocket, handed it to the driver, and said, "Comrade driver, do you want to go to Dashahe Village?"

Li Feng rolled down the car window, and without being polite, he took the car in front of the gate and said, "I'm just passing by, not entering the village."

They would do their homework on the villages or other things they passed along the way and write down the routes.

This is also the basic skill for many drivers. Knowing the road is very important.

Zhou Yimin secretly admired him, thinking that he was worthy of being the captain.

I can remember every village along the way.

The middle-aged man was delighted. He thought it would be fine if they just passed by. It wouldn't take much time to walk into the village anyway. He then asked, "It's OK if they don't enter the village. How much is the fare?"

He started waiting here very early. Although many trucks passed by, none of them passed through Dashaha Village. As a result, he wanted to go back to Sijiucheng and go to the train station to see if there were any seats left on the train to Tianjin.

If I delay any further, I won’t be able to make it to my nephew’s wedding.

"Dashaha Village is about two hundred miles away from here. The cab is fifty cents and the truck bed is twenty-five cents." Li Feng gave the price immediately.

After he finished speaking, he remembered that he was not alone this time, and immediately said, "The cab is full, so we can only sit in the truck bed, do you want to sit?"

There were already three people in the cab, so the space was not very spacious. Moreover, they were having a great conversation and didn't want another person to come in and interrupt.

"Can I sit in the driver's seat? I'll pay one dollar." The middle-aged man said, gritting his teeth.

He had ridden in a truck before. If he had ridden in the cargo bed, his bones would have been shaken to pieces. Anyway, he only earned more than 50 yuan a month, so he couldn't afford to miss this dollar.

Zhou Dafu was shocked by the generosity of the middle-aged man in front of him. You know, now a pound of pork is less than a dollar, eggs are only a few cents each, and corn flour is also a few cents per pound with a grain certificate. Of course, this is the market price, and it is difficult to buy if you need a ticket.

Food is easier to buy on the black market, but it is ridiculously expensive.

If it was before, he would have to work hard for a cent to earn one dollar. But now, he can earn one dollar in a short time. No wonder he would not trade for the county magistrate.

Li Feng didn't give in, and continued, "There's only a truck bed, 2.5 cents, take it or not, if you don't, I'll leave."

The middle-aged man had no choice. He didn't know when the next truck passing through Dashahe Village would appear. He could only accept his fate: "Let's just truck it!"

Then he handed over the fare.

(End of this chapter)