The atmosphere in the car was very strange.
The taxi driver kept looking in the rearview mirror.
Because when the black-faced burly man got into the car, he no longer smiled like he did when bargaining, but instead looked very vicious.
Moreover, the four passengers in the car were all old men.
First, they pretended not to know each other, but when they got on the bus, they were all in the same place, bargaining so seriously, and even going to such a remote village that they needed to use a navigation system...
The driver suddenly met Zhang Yanping's eyes, and for a moment he didn't dare to look in the rearview mirror anymore. Instead, he cleared his throat:
"Ahem - what, it's easier to go out now, you can scan the QR code to transfer money... I didn't receive cash all day long, I only have fifty yuan in change in my pocket..."
Is not this nonsensical? Now the thieves are all out of work.
But, maybe it was the driver who was chatty!
Zhang Yanping expressed his understanding considerately: "Yes, it is so convenient to transfer money by mobile phone. In the past, I was nervous about cash, but now I don't have to withdraw money for tens of thousands of yuan, I can just move my fingers."
The driver's heart skipped a beat.
He quickly said: "Oh, there is also a bad thing. The transfer records will be found immediately after checking! With big data network, everything can be tracked..."
What topic does this driver want to talk about? Zhang Yanping is almost overwhelmed. Didn’t we just talk about online payment? Why is this big data again?
Xin Jun listened silently and looked at the driver next to him with the air conditioner on and his head sweating. After realizing it later, he almost laughed out loud!
He quickly spoke to save the vigilant driver: "Qiaoqiao, we'll be home in a minute. Are you hungry?"
Qiaoqiao touched his stomach: "I'm hungry. But Teacher Xin, are you sure my Ultraman is at home?"
"Let me see." Xin Jun turned on his phone. From the corner of his eye, he saw the driver beside him slump his shoulders. He took out a piece of paper and wiped the sweat on his head. He thought that Zhang Yanping looked like this, it would be quite interesting to take him out!
With his mind spinning and his eyes fixed on his phone, he quickly answered Qiaoqiao: "One has been signed for! There is another one on the way."
"Okay, okay! Teacher Xin, which Ultraman is it? I saw Taro recently..."
As the two asked and answered questions, the atmosphere in the car became visibly relaxed.
Zhang Yanping also touched his stomach: "I'm so hungry..."
At this time, the young man sitting next to him silently opened his backpack, revealing a pocket of Chicken Feet, Plum Buns and Oreos:
"Eat?"
Seeing this, Zhang Yanping felt even more aggrieved: Everyone else knew to bring a backpack of food with them when they went out, why didn't he bring a suitcase with him!
But he could only wave his hands sadly: "Thank you, brother, I'm hungry for the food at home - by the way, you are also from Yunqiao Village? Why haven't I seen you? Which family are you from?"
The young man said to himself that I have never seen you before!
The Qiaoqiao in front of me is a bit familiar, but he doesn't look like the silly person in my memory...
He looked away: "I live in the one around the corner from the village clinic. My father's surname is Zhou, Zhou Maozhu - which family do you belong to?"
"Ouch! Ouch!"
Zhang Yanping was instantly surprised: "I am the son of Uncle Mao Zhu! What is your name? Why didn't you tell me earlier? I, a relative of the old Song family, Uncle Mao Zhu helped the family fry a lot of tea this year!"
"Supposedly you also grew up in the village, right? Do you know Qiao Qiao from Uncle Mao Zhu's family?"
Only then did Qiao Qiao glance sideways, and then, and again, and then frowned: "Brother Tianyu? Why are you so ugly? Your face is so thin."
He sucked his cheeks inward, vividly showing how "ugly" Brother Tianyu is.
Zhang Yanping was instantly happy when he saw it!
——Qiao Qiao is quite good at grasping the essence!
The Zhou Tianyu in front of me has a square face but sunken cheeks. He looks like a downtrodden social animal...
As everyone knows, Zhou Tianyu is even more surprised than Qiao Qiao:
"Qiaoqiao, you...you have changed!"
In the past, she was rustic, with clear eyes and silly eyes, but the Qiao Qiao in front of her looked really... very...
He thought about it for a long time, and finally remembered the "youthful" and "clean and pure" feeling mentioned by the groupies on the Internet.
However, Zhou Tianyu, as a fellow villager who has lived in the school since junior high school, and there is an age difference with Qiao Qiao, his memory is really blurry now that he thinks about it, so he can only give up. Then he asked in surprise: "The tea my dad sent turned out to be from your family? I want to buy a few more kilograms to give away when I come back this time!"
While sighing: "I asked my dad to send it to me, but he was so unwilling... that I didn't even send it as a gift for the Dragon Boat Festival."
The driver listened all the way and found something to talk about!
At this moment, he quickly answered: "Yunqiao Village... isn't this our local tea? It's not famous. People think it's wild tea from the mountains. Young man, your dad should not give it to you! You have to have a brand when giving a gift. That’s all.”
"Besides, if it's the kind of wild tea from deep mountains that costs thousands per pound, it's fine to give some to people who know it. But our tea only costs a few hundred dollars per pound, so it's really not worth it. mean……"
He babbled and started talking.
Zhou Tianyu disagreed: "Master, you don't know, if I send it out, everyone will ask where it comes from every day, and they want to get a few more pounds!"
"Wow!" The driver was also surprised: "Where does the young man work? What does he do? It seems that you gave it to someone who knows tea..."
Zhou Tianyu smiled politely: "I work in Bay City."
"Wow! Coastal, first-tier cities—awesome? Are housing prices there getting too expensive?"
The two of them chatted back and forth, and Zhang Yanping became more and more confused.
What kind of business are you doing? How many kilograms are you giving away just for the Dragon Boat Festival? Then you can’t give it twice as much during the Chinese New Year? We are all young people, how come everyone has developed so well!
He asked with a hint of sadness: "What business do you...brother do you do? Who are you planning to give a gift to? Why didn't I, Uncle Zhou, say something? I don't have much in stock right now, but I can still spread out a few kilograms." .”
Speaking of this, Zhou Tianyu also had a headache:
"I'm just a migrant worker - you know who works in adult education, right? I started with middle school and high school training, but then the policy came down and the company transformed and started doing early childhood education, children's logical thinking training, talent... Later, there were policies, and we Just take the adult college entrance examination."
"It's the kind of people who improve their academic qualifications and get a college diploma after graduating from middle school or high school... Brother, do you know anyone who needs this? Our company is still very reliable."
He probably had good performance, and he was full of confidence when he talked about it. Now the topic turned back:
"There are also tea leaves. The tea leaves were given to several managers in my department. Later, they were delivered well and they liked them too. They even asked me where to buy them... As a result, my father was reluctant to give money for gifts. It had to be 10,000 kilograms... I couldn't You know him! He doesn’t want to give up money!”
"He doesn't even think about it. I earn more than 10,000 yuan a month and send out a few kilograms of local tea, which cost me hundreds of dollars. Then he will give me two more orders later. Won't he just come back?"
All walks of life are hard work. I have a cousin who works in this field. She wishes she could still have online meetings at one or two in the morning...
Things have gotten much better in the past two years, and I can get off work at almost ten o'clock.
