Chapter 439 If Not Me, Who Will Brave the Danger!

Went in,
Came out again,

Equivalent to:

It got dark,
Then it got light again.

The old Daoist took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the surging grief in his heart and holding back the tears in his eyes, muttering to himself:

"The boss and the others must be busy, so they couldn't come to pick me up.
That's right,
That must be the reason.
The boss said,
Of all the employees under him, he values me the most."

The old Daoist walked out a bit, stood by the side of the road, and prepared to take a taxi back to the bookstore.

A minivan drove past him,
The old Daoist habitually waved his hand,
People of his age, plus having traveled all over the country for most of their lives,
Often did things like stopping passing ox carts or four-wheeled cars.

Some young people might feel embarrassed to do this,
But the old Daoist, who often wandered the pugilistic world, clearly knew the principle of helping others is helping yourself,
There are still many kind people in this society.

Besides, it wasn't easy to get a taxi here.

The minivan stopped, and an old man around sixty years old, with white hair but looking very energetic, stuck his head out. The old man had a cigarette in his mouth and shouted:

"Old brother, where are you going?"

"South Street."

The old man smiled and said, "Okay, get in the car. I was just about to head back."

The old Daoist got into the car and found that there were two other people inside, a man and a woman, both not young. The woman looked to be in her forties, and the man was estimated to be in his fifties, with a hunchback.

Even after the old Daoist got in the car, he kept his head down and didn't say anything.

The woman smiled warmly at the old Daoist, her eyes flowing with all sorts of amorous feelings.

The old Daoist's heart immediately went numb,

A fresh and delicious big sister!

But when he thought about why he had ended up in the detention center and gotten into trouble with the law, the old Daoist subconsciously shivered,

After shivering,
He felt listless,
Even this big sister who was sending him signals didn't seem as cute as before.

"Old brother, are you here to see your child?"

The white-haired old man driving asked as he drove.

This old man was wearing sunglasses and dressed very fashionably, at least for someone in their sixties, he was considered quite trendy.

If he danced in the elderly dance at Sunset Red Square, he could definitely be a social butterfly,

Don't think that there's only pure friendship between the old men and women dancing in the square.

"No, I just got released."

Hearing this,
The hunchbacked old man suddenly raised his head and took a special look at the old Daoist.

The eyes of the fifty-year-old big sister beside him were even more watery, as if they were about to gush out.

"Yo!" The old man driving laughed, "Old brother, what did you do to get locked up for so long?"

The old Daoist was only treated as a criminal suspect and stayed in the detention center for a while,

But in the eyes of these people,
It was as if he had been locked up inside for decades,
Maybe he went in as a strong and domineering Dragon,
But after he came out, he became a skinny old man in his seventies.

The old Daoist touched his buzz cut,
Pretending to be dejected,
He said with emotion:

"Didn't do anything,
Just accidentally,
Killed someone."

In an instant,
The three people in the minivan gasped.

The hunchbacked old man's back was no longer hunched. He actually turned sideways and showed a smile to the old Daoist. This old hunchback was wearing a liberation cap and plastic shoes, looking like an honest old farmer.

But when he smiled, the old Daoist saw his two rows of white teeth,

This guy,
Is definitely not a farmer.

The big sister beside him even deliberately moved closer to the old Daoist,
The two sagging watermelons were still very impressive!

The old Daoist's nostrils almost curled up in comfort,

This bluff,
Was worth it!

The car entered the city, heading towards South Street, that's right.

The old Daoist also asked, "What do you young brothers and sisters do?"

"We're in transportation," the old man driving replied, "We run errands, sell some medicinal herbs from the mountains, and earn a little hard-earned money."

The old Daoist nodded and didn't ask any more questions. At this moment, he was a little homesick.

He missed his little monkey.

He leaned back, only to feel something poking him in the back. He reached out and touched a Guanyin statue.

This Guanyin statue looked very exquisite, but the base was red, giving it a strange feeling.

"Hey, I didn't expect to see this thing again after several decades."

"Yo, old brother, you're really knowledgeable," the old man driving responded.

"It's been a long time since I've seen it. Is that black dog blood painted on the base?"

"That's right, it's a habit left over from running transportation in the early years. Now, every car has one, to pray for safety," the old man driving said with emotion.

Painting black dog blood under the Guanyin statue might seem a bit blasphemous to outsiders.

But in the early years, especially in the eighties and nineties, this was a habit of many long-distance truck drivers;

Back then, driving a long-distance truck was really like earning money with your head hanging on your belt,

Now, it's just the oil rats stealing gasoline that give long-distance truck drivers a headache,

But back then, there were real bandits and road thugs.

The civilized ones would scatter nails on the road. When your car drove over and the tire burst, there would be a tire repair shop nearby, charging sky-high prices for repairs. They wouldn't let you leave if you didn't get it fixed.

The rude ones would have the whole village come out, killing and robbing, truly running rampant.

Anyway, things that seem very bizarre in the eyes of modern people happened frequently back then, and drivers would do everything they could to ward off evil and gain good luck.

The old Daoist had hitchhiked on many long-distance trucks in his early years and had seen this kind of Bodhisattva statue.

"Old brother, judging from your accent, you're not a local, are you?" the old man driving asked.

"Yeah, I'm from Shaanxi."

"Ha, a fellow villager!"

"Really?"

"Really, really. Forget it, let's just have a drink together at noon. Do you have anyone at home?"

In the eyes of the old man driving, the old Daoist had been released after being locked up for so long at such an old age, so he probably didn't have anyone at home.

"No one."

There's a monkey,
And many, many ghosts.

"Then let's have a drink together. Meeting is fate, isn't it?"

Before the old Daoist could refuse, the minivan turned into a small restaurant across the street.

"Come, come, let's have a drink together. I like to listen to stories. Old brother, tell us your story."

The old man driving was very enthusiastic,

And the old Daoist could tell,
He was genuinely enthusiastic,
Not pretending.

Having traveled all over the country for so many years,
He could still see through this kind of thing.

At that moment,
The old Daoist was a little touched,
Estimating that the boss and the others weren't coming to pick him up anyway,
It wouldn't matter if he had a drink before going back, right?

He had just come out of the detention center, so it was a good opportunity to get rid of bad luck.

The small restaurant was very quiet. The boss was sitting there playing mobile games. When someone came, he stood up to prepare the food, without even asking what they wanted to eat, and went straight to the back kitchen. He must have known these people.

"Old brother, sit down. Come on, let's have some white liquor first."

The old man driving招呼着，
那个驼背老头和大妹子则是坐旁边。

Eating, drinking, chatting, and bragging,

The old Daoist had only been in for a month,

But he managed to brag about "Thirty Years in Prison."

Imagined,
Heard on the grapevine,
Made up,
He piled it all on,

Anyway, the old Daoist's livelihood for most of his life depended on his mouth,

How could someone who could sell ghost money as real money on live stream be bad at bragging?

This meal,
Had a very lively atmosphere.

Even the hunchbacked old man, who seemed to talk very little, toasted the old Daoist a few glasses of wine,

And that big sister even had two intertwined-arm drinks with the old Daoist.

After bragging about prison, he bragged about health preservation, and after bragging about health preservation, he bragged about supernatural things.

The old Daoist was good at this,

He had no other skills in his life,
But he was good at serving ghosts!

Just when the atmosphere was at its hottest,
Another car came outside, a black Mazda SUV.

The old Daoist saw two middle-aged men carrying a sack from the car.

The old man driving got up, walked out, and helped them carry the sack into his minivan.

The two middle-aged men seemed to have noticed the old Daoist in the restaurant and said something to the old man driving. The old man driving didn't care. The three of them smoked a cigarette outside, and the old man driving came back.

"The goods have arrived. I have to deliver them. Old brother, have you eaten enough?" the old man driving asked.

"Eaten enough, very good, very good."

The old Daoist was satisfied.

Eaten well,
Bragged comfortably,

People who like to brag know that,
If there are a few people around you who can play along while you brag, it will multiply the pleasure.

"Old brother, let him drive you back," the old man driving pointed to the person driving the black Mazda, "He's going the same way."

"Okay, great."

Full and satisfied,
The old Daoist also went to take a piss,

The old Daoist came out and found that the minivan had already left.

The big sister was also gone.
The old Daoist felt a little empty in his heart.

A middle-aged man pointed to the old Daoist and said, "Let's go, I'll give you a ride back since I'm going that way."

"Okay, thank you, thank you."

The old Daoist got into the car and sat in the back.

The middle-aged man started the car and drove towards South Street, which was the city center.

Thinking about going home soon,
The old Daoist was a little excited,
But the middle-aged man was driving very fast and turning sharply. The old Daoist had just drunk alcohol and felt a little nauseous, but he was too embarrassed to throw up in the other person's car, so he could only bend over and endure it,

Swallowing it back down!

When bending over,
The old Daoist found a workbook under the seat,

He picked it up and looked at it,
It was actually an elementary school student's summer homework book.

"Hey, old brother, your child's homework book fell in the car, take it back quickly, don't let the child escape summer homework and make excuses that the homework is lost to get away with it."

The middle-aged man driving was stunned for a moment, smiled awkwardly, and reached out to take the summer homework book.

As the old Daoist handed it over, he glanced at the cover of the workbook,
And said:

"Yo, your daughter is called Wang Rui,
Good name, good name,
I know someone, his daughter is also called Wang Rui,
His surname is also Wang,
But let me tell you,
This person,
Is very unlucky,
Do you know how unlucky he is,
Hahahaha,
If I don't tell you, you definitely won't know that he's so unlucky,
Hahahahaha………………”