Based on the experience of the past three tasks, Huang Dan judged that it was not done by one person, but a group of people. The people on the construction site disliked it the most. Of course, other possibilities could not be ruled out.
For the second time, he cast his peripheral vision towards the man in the passenger seat, thoughtfully.
The small shop was stolen last night. The man left city J this morning. He said he went to visit relatives in city n and came back after lunch.
About this, Huang Dan learned from Zhang Yao's mouth.
Qi Feng noticed something, he opened his mouth with a cigarette in his mouth, and his voice was hoarse when he spoke, "Do you mind?"
Huang Dan said, "Xiaoyao has motion sickness."
Qi Feng didn't say anything, but after taking two puffs of cigarettes, he moved his fingers and snuffed out the cigarettes.
Zhang Yao in the back seat didn't make a sound. After she opened the car door and sat in, she put the backpack on her lap, leaned against the back of the chair and closed her eyes, looking like she was struggling.
The car was quiet, the air conditioner was not turned on, and the hot wind blew in frantically from the window, which was unbearably hot.
Huang Dan stopped and waited for the red light, when he heard the sound of the back seat, Zhang Yao vomited.
The motion sickness is so severe that I only have three days off, but I still have to take a long-distance bus to run over. I spend more than 20 hours on the road back and forth, and I suffer.
Zhang Yao knew that she had motion sickness, so she must have a roll of garbage bags in her bag. Once she felt uncomfortable in her stomach, she quickly grabbed a bag and held it in her hand, lest it was too late to look for it.
Now she was bent over and vomited, her face almost buried in the bag.
A faint smell gradually pervaded the narrow space. It was emanating from the bag. The smell drifted everywhere, but it didn't waft out of the window.
Huang Dan glanced at the rear-view mirror. From the original owner's standpoint, he would not ask Zhang Yao, "Is something wrong?" "How are you?", he was used to it.
Because since childhood, Zhang Yao would vomit in the car.
Huang Dan wanted to go the way of the original owner, so he didn't ask anything.
Zhang Yao was also very calm, she felt more comfortable after vomiting, she grabbed a tissue to wipe her mouth, and after the car drove off, she asked, "Brother, how long will it take?"
Huang Dan said, "About ten minutes."
Zhang Yao breathed a sigh of relief, her face was very bad, and it was impossible to stay up late and ride the car for a day or two, "I was leaving after dinner in the school cafeteria, and when I was about to eat, I saw a fecal fly, which made me sick. ,feels awful."
Huang Dan has a bad impression of this little guy, the feces fly. He saw the power of the other party when he first crossed. He pursed his mouth and turned his stomach a few times.
Qi Feng acted as if nothing had happened, and there was no sign of discomfort on his face.
He seems to think that Zhang Yao is making a fuss, it's just feces and flies, what's the big deal.
After a while, Zhang Yao asked Huang Dan to park the car on the side of the road. She felt uncomfortable in her mouth, so she got out of the car with a water glass and went to rinse her mouth.
Huang Dan also got out of the car and found that it was cooler outside than inside the car.
Zhang Yao was car sick, so she asked to open the window, so she couldn't use the air conditioner, and the stuffy people in the car wanted to die.
Before Huang Dan left, he leaned against the door to breathe the dust on the road. He didn't like it here. The air was so bad, it was much worse than the world he had crossed three times before.
Suddenly there was a buzzing sound, and Huang Dan subconsciously thought it was his mobile phone. The original owner's parents should have called to ask if anyone had been picked up. He probed into the car to get it, and the man next to him had already answered the phone.
The hum also stopped at this moment.
Huang Dan retracted his hand and continued to lean against the car door, with the man's scolding in his ear, "cāo, I'm not here for a day, you guys are going to go to the house to uncover the tiles, right? Okay, you can make a big deal out of it. Moth."
Qi Feng half-closed his eyelids and laughed, "Really? He really said that? Then let him go to the labor service company and talk about it. You guys are optimistic about other people, don't make trouble, just get money for your work. to make."
He hung up the phone and lit the extinguished cigarette again, "It's dawn."
Huang Dan was sure that he told himself, so he looked up at the sky, "Well."
The smoke lingered for a while, and Qi Feng's hand holding the cigarette stretched out the window and flicked off a pinch of soot, "I heard that your small shop was stolen last night. Did you lose a lot?"
Huang Dan's eyes flickered slightly, "I lost a sum of cash, and there are still cigarettes."
Qi Feng put the cigarette to his mouth, bit the cigarette butt with his teeth, and his voice was blurred, "There are many people on the construction site, and there are all over the place. The shops are spread out on the side, so be careful."
His long bent legs stretched forward a little, his eyebrows languid, "Although the monitoring is not very useful, it can at least intimidate, and people who have ideas for your small shop will be a little more scruples."
"Thank you."
Huang Dan sat back in the car, and Yu Guang threw it on the man for the third time. The other party seemed to be irrelevant.