Many bus lines in China Overseas are out of service.
Municipal snowplows were working everywhere, but to little avail.
However, the light rail line is still running.
And, it's very crowded.
Yang Dali, satchel, suitcase.
For Su Yourong, I went on the road without hesitation.
However, the suitcase is a bit big and heavy.
In addition to clothes, there are also famous cigarettes and famous wines.
However, it’s hard to have one more follower—Zhou Wenbing!
The security captain of an electrical appliance factory has a dozen or so people in charge.
It seemed that this captain could not last more than a few days, and he was actually asked to work as a coolie, carrying suitcases.
This crappy thing, made of cowhide, is almost half as tall as Zhou Wenbing, and is quite heavy.
Before departure, Yang Dali called Zhou Wenbing over with a phone call.
Zhou Wenbing was very emotional, but for the sake of Su Yourong, he accepted it.
Of course, he sent the news to Song Sanxi.
Song Sanxi made a quick decision and said she would just work hard and follow this old boy!
The light rail carriages are extremely crowded.
Yang Dali admitted it.
My heart is filled with heat.
There are important things in the satchel.
It is said that Su Yourong can be made to go east, but not west, and let him drive him.
Zhou Wenbing was holding the suitcase, and Yang Dali was better off.
However, the hat is about to come off.
When we arrived at Zhonghai Railway Station, there were many people.
Travelers who could have driven to the provincial capital can only take the train.
I am also nervous about train tickets.
When Zhou Wenbing arrived at the station, he could only buy scalper tickets that were twice as expensive, so he accepted them again.
Even when we were queuing up at the station, there were still quite a lot of people.
Yang Dali looked arrogant, holding a bag in one hand and the ticket in his windbreaker pocket with the other.
There was attendant Zhou Wenbing behind him carrying the suitcase, which made him feel comfortable.
The queue to enter the station was five columns long and crowded.
After a while, a pale young man walked over from the column next to him.
Dressed very simply, he came to Yang Dali and said a little anxiously: "Excuse me, I have something urgent over there."
As soon as he finished speaking, people pushed Yang Dali away.
Yang Dali felt a little uncomfortable, so he took his hand out of his bag and kept the ticket in his pocket.
Pointing at the young man, he said: "What are you doing? Who are you pushing? Are you rushing to reincarnate?"
But at that time, the young man helped him, passed him, turned around and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Then he turned around and ran away.
"Damn, you're such a poor guy, so incompetent!"
Yang Dali shook his head, then turned to glare at Zhou Wenbing, "What do you do for food? Do you only know how to carry luggage?"
Zhou Wenbing: "..."
Everyone looked at him as if he was carrying luggage, which made him very embarrassed.
It happened suddenly and he didn't respond.
After all, I can understand when someone is in a hurry.
At that time, the ticket gate opened.
Yang Dali said nothing more and followed the long column forward.
At that time, Zhou Wenbing's cell phone rang a message tone.
He picked it up and looked at it, and was shocked.
Song Sanxi posted it and said: I have got the old man’s ticket. If he wants your ticket to get on the train, he will say that your ticket is also missing. After reading, delete it!
Zhou Wenbing was secretly shocked and recalled something.
Awesome!
The person just now was actually Song Sanxi.
We haven't recognized it yet.
So, soon, Yang Dali arrived at the ticket gate.
I touched it up and down, and kept mumbling: My ticket is obviously in the pocket of my windbreaker, why is it missing?
Another burst of fussing and rummaging through the bag.
The people behind me were all in a hurry.
The ticket inspector was also anxious and said that you should look for tickets while you go, there are so many people behind you, hurry up, the train is about to leave.
Yang Dali was so anxious that he couldn't help but blush. He turned around and said to Zhou Wenbing:
"Give me your ticket first, and you can get on the bus and make up for it later!"
Zhou Bing touched it, his face full of depression, "Director Yang, my ticket is also missing!"
"What?"
Yang Dali was so angry that his eyes almost popped out.
He endured it and immediately said with a smile: "Comrade ticket inspector, can we get on the bus first and pay for the ticket later?"
Others said: "You guys go aside and wait. Let those with tickets go up first, and then we'll talk!"
Yang Dali had no choice but to withdraw from the column with Zhou Wenbing.
The two of them stood aside and watched eagerly as others checked in and got on the bus.
Yang Dali also cursed in a low voice: "Damn it, you were really careless. Did the ticket get touched by a pickpocket? Where is it missing?"
Zhou Wenbing was helpless, "How did I know? There are so many people here. Hey, Director Yang, do you think he was the one who pushed you?"
As soon as Yang Dali thought about it, he immediately shook his head, "Get out! What are you talking about? Is that poor guy like a pickpocket? I am living in society for nothing?"
Zhou Wenbing said nothing and pretended to be a grandson.
But I said in my heart: Compared with Song Sanxi in society, you are really far behind, an old boy.
To be honest, if you think about Song Sanxi's skills, he is really convinced.
After a while, almost all the people at the ticket gate had entered.
The ticket inspector was also urging everyone, telling everyone to hurry up because the train was about to leave.
Yang Dali was anxious, like an ant on a hot pot, with sweat on his forehead.
He shamelessly approached and asked the ticket inspector if he and Zhou Wenbing could be let in so that he could replenish the tickets.
The ticket inspector said, "Why are you in a hurry? Haven't you seen that it's busy here? It's full today. The train will probably be overcrowded and there will be no replacement for station tickets. It's unlikely that I'll let you go."
Yang Dali is so angry.
With a roll of his eyes, he immediately said to Zhou Wenbing, "You, go to the ticket seller quickly and get a train ticket to Zhonghai. The fastest one, the faster the better."
There are still five trains a day from China Shipping to the provincial capital.
Zhou Wenbing murmured in his heart, if he gets the tickets, what will Song Sanxi do?
However, he still left the suitcase behind and ran out with the money given by Yang Dali.
But after running a few steps, all four policemen from the station came over.
The four policemen had serious expressions, but Zhou Wenbing didn't pay attention.
Security at the station is not good to begin with. Maybe they are also patrolling?
However, Zhou Wenbing did not take two steps.
Behind me, the policeman shouted: "Someone reported that you were carrying drugs in the car. Please actively cooperate with us and conduct routine inspections!"
Immediately, Yang Dali shouted: "Nonsense! How could I carry that thing? Did you make a mistake?"
Zhou Wenbing was shocked and turned around to see, Damn!
Two policemen have taken Yang Dali into custody.
This old boy lowered his head, bent his knees, and swept the hem of his windbreaker.
His face was red and embarrassed.
Under the attention of the whole audience, he was completely disgraced.
The ticket inspector said coldly: "Let me tell you, this guy is in a hurry to get on the bus, and he gets on the bus first and then pays for the ticket. So he is a drug dealer?"
The other two police officers began to check his backpack and suitcase.
Zhou Wenbing thought to himself, could this be Song Sanxi's trick again?
That's also...
Too poisonous!
However, it seems very enjoyable?
But at that time, Yang Dali saw Zhou Wenbing turn around and shouted quickly: "Zhou Wenbing, what are you looking at? Why don't you explain it to others quickly? I am a very good citizen..."
Zhou Wenbing had no choice but to run back.
However, it was of no use.
A police officer found a small plastic bag with a snap button in Yang Dali's satchel.
Inside, there is white powder.
The policeman opened it and smelled it, and said in front of Yang Dali on the spot, "That's it, are you still a good citizen? Take it away and return it to the police station for investigation!"