"Hey, young man, what's your tone?" As soon as Aunt heard this, she became angry. She put down her work to argue with the driver but was held back by others. Several people gave the driver a fierce glare.
The driver was a young man in his twenties named Zhang Lei. He had typical Northwest traits: not tall but sturdy, looking like he had a lot of strength. He spoke with the characteristic roughness, boldness, and candidness of a Northwest person.
The young man came by every afternoon, responsible for delivering returned goods and taking away items to be shipped. The job itself wasn't difficult, with hardly any technical content. But in recent days, Zhang Lei's mood was visibly low.
Seeing several people glaring at him with displeasure, Zhang Lei couldn't hold back: "What, am I wrong?"
After he spoke, he casually threw the goods he retrieved from the cart onto the ground, turning his head to Tian Xin and saying: "Here are today's returns, take a look!"
"Hey, don't throw—"
