"Old Zhang, didn't you say you always have to help unload whenever you come, and you're so tired you can't straighten your back? How come you're relaxing here now?" Liu Bi rested for a while, then got up and looked at Old Zhang, who was lounging on a rocking chair not far away, and asked.
Old Zhang, who was mentioned, lifted his head and chuckled, leaning in to say in a lowered voice, "Inspector Liu, we've pulled a lot of strings to snag the delivery job to Dapo Town. If the other drivers knew how good the treatment is here, they'd definitely compete for it. Where would that leave us with the chance?"
He paused, adding with a shrewd expression, "The roads and factories in this town aren't hidden; people will eventually see them, so we can only pretend unloading is exhausting and the work is tough, to scare others away, or we'd never get to run this nice gig every day."
Good grief, these folks are really crafty.
