Even though it was already September, the weather in Nanjiang was still sweltering.
The roads outside the logistics park were lined with trucks.
Some drivers had probably arrived during the night and were still catching up on sleep.
However, those who hadn't found a load yet were already up early.
The logistics park offices started opening around eight o'clock, and right after they opened, they might release information about shipments that had piled up overnight.
This was a mini-rush hour for finding loads.
"Hello, sir. I'm a police officer. This is my badge."
Shen Xin held out his badge to a middle-aged driver who was brushing his teeth at the side of the road, using water from his truck's tank spigot.
The man's expression changed instantly.
For drivers like him, the thing they feared most on the road was a police officer flagging them down.
With the toothbrush still in his mouth, he mumbled indistinctly, asking what was wrong.
