Countless vehicles and people traveled through the night, and Xie Ning witnessed a lot along the way.
He kept making phone calls. Communication problems in downtown Rongcheng only occurred for a few dozen minutes after the earthquake started, and then normal communication was restored.
He had already noticed what the driver said. I found a friend in Chengdu to help me deal with this problem.
It would be a big joke if the goods were stopped at a highway intersection because of overloading.
This kind of thing that should be fine in imagination, but ended up causing a big joke, would never happen to Xie Ning, who had seen strong winds and waves.
"Brother Ning, someone from the TV station is interviewing here. It seems... It seems to be someone from the provincial station." On the phone in Xie Ning's hand, a friend from Rongcheng said with some embarrassment.
Xie Ning's expression did not change at all, but Wen Yan told the man the time to arrive at the Rongcheng Expressway Toll Station.
After hanging up the phone, Xie Ning imagined all the possible unexpected situations in his mind.
Aftershocks continued, and large trucks carrying more than ten tons or dozens of tons were jolting. If the people from the provincial capital TV station were not going to the front line, what were they doing here
Is martial law in effect? Won't! Because my friends in Chengdu didn’t say anything about it. So what exactly...
Just as he was thinking about it, Xie Ning's cell phone text message rang.
Countless thoughts were quickly piecing together in his mind, trying to find the truth of the problem. Just click on the text message.
After taking a glance, Xie Ning was stunned.
"The people of Sichuan thank you for your help." The content of the text message was very simple. Xie Ning, who had been trained to become a demon, suddenly felt that the surroundings were quiet.
The disturbing roar of the big truck disappeared without a trace in an instant, leaving only the pounding of the heartbeat in my ears.
This is just the simplest word of thanks. Xie Ning has heard it countless times in his life.
But no time has ever contained as much sincere gratitude as this text message I received.
The text message sounded again, and the operator directly charged 200 yuan for the call.
At the same time as Xie Ning, the driver of the large truck also received text messages of thanks and recharge of phone bills.
He was also stunned.
Two grown men,
different identities,
different social status,
Different life experiences,
But after receiving two text messages, they fell silent at the same time.
The car drove smoothly, moving forward in the silent night.
Soon, we arrived at the expressway toll station.
But the toll station that Xie Ning saw was actually about two kilometers away...
Countless private cars, large trucks, tankers, and ambulances were crowded outside the toll booth.
Really... damn! Xie Ning sighed inwardly, opened the door and jumped out of the truck.
Moving forward, Xie Ning wanted to take a look at the situation on that side.
After walking about a hundred meters, there was a Porsche next to it. The driver was a young man who was leaning against the car door, smoking and cursing.
"Brother, where did you come from?" Xie Ning's gentle smile was particularly contagious and made people feel very friendly.
The young man glanced at him and said, "Hangzhou."
"It's so fast." Xie Ning smiled.
The young man looked frustrated, took out a box of 95 Supreme from his body, and shook it at Xie Ning.
Xie Ning touched one and lit it.
"It's useless. Who knew even the aftershocks could be so severe." The young man was particularly frustrated and took a deep drag on his cigarette. Seeing that Xie Ning had a calm temperament and was obviously a wealthy man, he looked at the huge motorcade with envy. Said: "Brother, you are so quick to strike."
"It's so close that we walked all day and night." Xie Ning said with a smile.
"After I found out what happened, I drove right here. I learned one after another along the way... md. There was water in the trunk, not even a box of instant noodles." The more he talked, the more frustrated he became, and he simply vented his anger on the butt of his cigarette. superior.
He took a long puff, threw the cigarette butt to the ground, and stamped it out.
"How long have you been waiting in line?" Xie Ning asked what he wanted to ask.
"I waited in line for half an hour. The toll station in front of me has stopped charging. It is said that they want to demolish the toll station directly to make the traffic flow faster. No one expected that there would be so many cars. Look at that side." The young man raised his hand. Pointing to a row of oil tank trucks, he said: "I have nothing to do to watch the excitement. Those oil tank trucks have Shaanxi license plates."
Xie Ning smiled.
"It would be great if we could find a private ambulance to drive over. The ambulance can take the emergency exit and drive in directly."
"Where are you going after you get in?"
"The ambulance is going to West China. I heard that the medical headquarters is located in West China." The young man poured out everything he could find out like beans. "Others, some are in Tianfu Square, and there are several material delivery points. "
The convoy moved forward slowly. Xie Ning and the young man chatted for a while, then said goodbye and left when they saw the large truck approaching.
We met by chance and didn't even ask for their names.
"There seems to be something wrong up ahead." The driver and Xie Ning said: "According to my experience, such a long traffic flow will not be able to pass in less than four or five hours."
"The toll stations are closed, just drive through." Xie Ning said.
"That's what I said!" The driver slapped his thigh.
Even so, the traffic flow was slow.
It's like the peak return trip after a holiday, except this time the vehicles returning come from all over the world, and the complicated license plate numbers are dizzying.
After nearly an hour, the large truck Xie Ning was riding in arrived at the toll station.
The toll gate opens wide and vehicles enter slowly.
The cameras were working, and several videographers wearing vests recorded the traffic flow from different angles.
When the big truck arrived, the cameramen were also a little surprised.
The two dozen large trucks were obviously overloaded, and their engines were making noisy noises.
The problem of highway overloading has always existed and is not under their control. It’s just that the cars I saw here all came in a hurry. Not to mention overloaded, many private cars only took a few loads of water and went straight on the road.
This is the first time I have seen such a "premeditated" overloaded convoy.
"This side, this side." A staff member directed the overloaded convoy to a widened lane. Taking advantage of this moment, the reporter ran directly to the car and stretched out the microphone: "Master, where are you from?"
"Xi'an." The driver of the big truck said with a confused smile as he had never seen such a battle before.
"Your vehicle is overloaded, did you know that?"
"I know, my car is filled with pure water. It looks like a lot, but it's not much. Overload it and there will be no problem." The driver was a little nervous.
"So much water? How did you prepare it?" The reporter was also startled.
One truck was pulling two flatbed trailers, covered with cloth and filled with cargo.
"We emptied a Carrefour warehouse directly, and there are still more behind." The driver smiled naively, and under the guidance of the staff, he slowly entered the city from a spacious driveway.
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In my memory, the phone bill should be 200 yuan directly.