Perfect Feast

Chapter 57: Chaos

Hehe, that's what you said, who will make my car better? Liu Yang looked at the middle-aged woman, smiled and asked, Sister, the traffic here is in such a mess now, the people at the management station over there Don't come out and take care of it?

The middle-aged woman also turned her face to look south, turned her head, and sprayed a mouthful of saliva on the ground: Bah... you still want to expect those bad bears fucked by Wang Ba to do something? Since the establishment of the management station Up to now, it is clear that they are managing the traffic chaos in this area. In fact, those people only pay fees and fines. Every time a coal truck passes through the toll booth, they have to pay them 50 yuan. What else are they doing? I don't care about anything. The price of eating in this small restaurant of mine is all on credit, and I don't even pay for playing with women...

Liu Yang's face became darker the more he heard it, and he looked at the woman and asked, Is there no one in the county to care about what they do?

The woman squinted at Liu Yang disdainfully, as if sneering at him for being young and ignorant: Who is in charge of the county? They are sent by the county. Except for the two leaders who are official staff, the rest are Temporary workers, not only the county is not responsible for paying wages, but also stipulates the number of tasks for them, and they have to pay the above amount every month...

As the woman spoke, she stretched out a finger and waved it in front of Liu Yang.

Fifty thousand... Liu Yang asked in surprise.

Tch... The proprietress snorted disdainfully, Look at how many cars there are in this pile? I counted them carefully, and there are more than two hundred and thirty cars. At most, there will be no less than a dozen cars. Each of these cars pays 50 yuan, one trip at this time of the day, and one trip in the afternoon when it is close to dark, how much do you calculate for a month? The higher authorities charge them 500,000 yuan, and some of them fall into their own pockets What about here. I heard that even if these people are temporary workers, they all bought houses in the county town, and they are all so rich that they live their lives...

According to the proprietress, each car costs 50 yuan, and if 220 cars make two trips a day, that's more than 20,000 yuan, or 600,000 to 700,000 yuan a month.

The higher authorities confiscated 500,000 yuan, and the management station still has 160,000 to 70,000 yuan left. Excluding the expenses of temporary workers, vehicle maintenance and refueling, it may not be obvious from the book, and I am afraid that there is not much money left.

Whether there are other problems in the management station, Liu Yang still can't figure it out, but they will definitely have tricks to raise money. Otherwise, how can these people buy a house in the county?

But the so-called tactic of hugging money is nothing more than false high reports. If they just toss about the remaining hundreds of thousands of yuan, even if they don’t eat or drink for half a year, it will only be seven or eight million yuan at most. Money, to say that everyone can buy a house in the county, is definitely not enough.

The remaining tricks can only be to increase the charges for coal-loading ground vehicles and profit from it. There is no way to deal with this matter without knowing the details. Liu Yang happened to be having a good chat with the proprietress, but suddenly found a group of drivers jumping out of the car and starting a fight. At this time, there were more than a dozen people in uniforms and big hats at the management station, leaving the door and walking this way.

Seeing those people wearing uniforms, carrying electric batons and rubber sticks in their hands, rushing towards them with a murderous look, Liu Yang felt something was wrong. Sure enough, it didn't take long before I saw shouts from the crowd in front of me. A big man with a shirtless, crew cut, and covered in black soot was chased by four or five people in police uniforms and ran over.

As if they were used to this kind of scene, there were dozens of drivers in the crowd who were about the same size as the big guy, and their bodies were so dark that they were all black, and they followed behind with laughter and watched.

Seeing those people in uniform beating people with rubber sticks in their hands, the face of the proprietress changed, she spat hard on the ground, then walked into the restaurant twisting her waist.

The man who was beaten was running, as if he was still yelling, when he saw a man in uniform with a look of anger on his face, Teng Teng chased after him in two steps, holding a rubber stick in his hand, a guy hit the man on the head superior.

The man fell headlong to the ground, and the spectators were stunned. A few people squatted down to look, stood up and shouted: It's broken, Liu Dahuazi was beaten to death...

Immediately, there was a commotion in the crowd, and the guy who beat someone was pushed by several shirtless men, and several young men in uniform went up and pushed those people. There were so many people huddled together and chirping, and they didn't know what they were talking about, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.

Liu Yang and Yao Peng stood in front of the car, watching the chaotic scene with cold eyes, neither of them had any intention of going over.

Both of them knew in their hearts that at this time, no one believed even their past two identities. In addition, Liu Yang also wanted to see how the people at the management station would deal with this kind of thing.

Soon, two middle-aged fat men in uniforms appeared from the management station. These two men stepped forward and stood in front of Liu Yang imposingly, and shouted loudly: What are you doing? I don't want to live on a good day. Is it over? If there is nothing wrong, get out of the way...

Don't tell me, this person seems to be very authoritative. After he yelled twice, those people really separated. The driver of the car stood on one side, and the dozen or so people in uniform who came out first stood on the side, and in the middle was a man who had been knocked out and fell to the ground.

The chaotic scene lasted about two minutes from the beginning to the end. As the two middle-aged fat men in uniforms came out, they just yelled twice, and the scene was basically under control.

One of the two was wearing a traffic police uniform, with three stars on his shoulders. Judging by the police rank, this man is a first-class superintendent. People who wear this kind of police rank, in the traffic police brigade of the county bureau below, are generally small cadres above the squadron leader and deputy team leader level.

The other was wearing the uniform of the Transportation Bureau, and his rank could not be seen from his clothing. But he stood there with a big belly and a fat, shiny face. He was very imposing and said nothing. The drivers next to him stayed away from him, lowered their voices, and did not dare to speak loudly.

The fat man in the traffic police uniform looked majestically at the big man who fell on the ground, and cursed angrily: Why is it him again? This big Huazi Liu doesn't want to do anything with his car, does he?

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed at the men in uniform standing in the other row: What did you do? I just squinted for a while, and you made such a big noise for me? What are you doing for me? What are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and bring me to the duty room...

Then, he pointed at two of them: So who, you two, bring me those two illegal vehicles and get out of the way first...Look at what you are doing. So many cars It’s a serious violation of the law, do you understand? What should the rest of the people do? What are they looking at here? Don’t you want your car?”

Following his instructions, two people ran over to move the two crowded cars away, and drove from Liu Yang's car to the door of the small restaurant in a cloud of smoke.

There were also two young men in uniform who supported the big man who had fallen on the ground. The other men in uniform also escorted a thin man with shoulders and slippers behind them, beating and cursing all the way, together Go to the management station.

The others didn't dare to make a sound, but they didn't go back to drive as the traffic policeman said.

The aggressive traffic policeman stared angrily, pointed at the group of drivers and scolded: What are you doing? You want to rebel? Didn't you hear what I said? Who the hell won't leave, and everyone will be fined a hundred yuan... Damn, If I can't control you, what the hell are you still doing here?

A bunch of disgraced drivers dared not speak out, and more people were afraid of getting into trouble.

But there are also people hiding behind the crowd who dare to say: Here again, you gather the cars here every day and let them pass by the time, don't you just want to pay more fines? Anyway, no matter what we do, your money will be fined. It's all punished...

The two fat men in the traffic police uniform and the traffic uniform looked at the sound at the same time.

The fat man in traffic uniform cursed loudly: Who the fuck is talking? Which convoy are you from? If you have the guts to stand up, what's the point of hiding behind people? You fucking insult national law enforcement officials, do you know that? What do you mean we just want to pay more fines? You are so fucking awesome that you stand up and say...

The person in the traffic police uniform also scolded: Don't be her mother's nosy, it's not your turn for the police to enforce the law. Go, go, go, what are you talking about? And you... the one just now Have you seen everything? Ah? A road is blocked by you, and the country repairs the road for you alone? Do you think we can do it without strict management? When we come over next time, every car Don't fucking forget to pay the security management fee of fifty yuan... Whoever dares to talk nonsense, don't blame me for not saving face...

None of the drivers moved, but the resentment on their faces was clear at a glance.

The more Liu Yang listened, the more he couldn't understand what it meant, but judging by the reactions of these drivers, could it be that the security fee of 50 yuan was not the same as the management fee of 50 yuan mentioned by the proprietress just now? ?

Eighty percent of this money is collected on top of the management fee.

Yao Peng was still smoking in the back as if nothing had happened, as if he didn't see what was happening in front of him. But in fact, he was just watching with cold eyes, wanting to see what Liu Yang would do.

However, he was surprised to find that Liu Yang, the magistrate Liu Yang, who he thought to be a cannonball, was actually calm at this time, without showing any signs of losing his temper.

Not only did this guy not intend to lose his temper, he also smiled at the corner of his mouth and walked over to chat with a group of black and dirty drivers.

When Yao Peng walked slowly over, he heard a strong black man in his thirties shaking his head and sighing: Oh... this car can't run anymore. Road maintenance fees, gas money, car repairs, etc. are not included. The daily fines of these dogs alone are at least five or six thousand a month. I still have half of the loan...

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