Chapter 69 Li Zhuang?

The other side.

The bus driver came to the military barracks.

The bus drivers from Haishi to the Northwest Military Region need to pass the political review. Most of the drivers are retired soldiers.

In the 1980s, bus driver was a popular profession.

Although there are not many people taking the bus between the two places on normal days, the Northwest Military Region will provide subsidies, and the salary is almost the same as that of bus drivers in the city.

I can earn around fifty or sixty per month.

There was a guardhouse at the gate of the military camp, and several soldiers with guns were standing guard. They asked, "Master Liu, what are you doing here?"

There are only a few bus drivers, and I would occasionally ask them to help me carry some things, so I know all of them.

Master Liu asked seriously, "Do you have any cadres above the regimental level here? I have an emergency that I need to report to them."

Seeing that Master Liu was covered in dirt, the soldier immediately used the landline in the guard room to contact the cadres at the regimental level and above, "Master Liu, please wait a moment."

"Uh-huh."

A few minutes later, Huo Jingyuan trotted over from the family compound, his dark eyes fell on Liu Cheng, and he slowly asked, "Master Liu, is there something urgent?"

"My wheel was slashed, and this happened more than once. It happened three times in a row in the past few days, all when I drove from Haishi.

I thought I was just unlucky, but this morning a little girl reminded me that something was wrong. I have never had a damaged tire in all my driving time.”

The road from Haishi to the Northwest Military Region was almost a small one. After being repaired by the government, the road became flat except for the section in the Gobi Desert.

The Gobi Desert is surrounded by yellow sand and can be described as deserted and uninhabited.

Hearing this, Huo Jingyuan frowned and narrowed his eyes, thinking about what Master Liu said. After a moment, he asked, "Master Liu, can you confirm where the wheel was punctured?"

Master Liu shook his head and said, "It's strange to say, I didn't feel the tire was leaking at all when I was driving on the road. I only found out when I checked the car the next day."

Huo Jingyuan then asked: "What pierced it?"

"I don't know what it was. There was nothing sharp left on the wheel. There was only a small hole in the wheel hub caused by a sharp object."

Huo Jingyuan: "Are you the only one who has encountered this situation or has everyone?"

"You have to call the main station to ask about this. We will record any damage to the vehicle. I registered it three times this week."

"I'll take someone to check on the road." Huo Jingyuan paused and asked, "Master Liu, do you need any help? I'll ask the brothers in the military convoy to go over and help."

The soldiers in the military convoy are not only good at driving and repairing cars, but they are also experts at it. They usually do all the repairs, big or small, by themselves, and they have all kinds of tools in the warehouse.

"No, I have a spare wheel."

After Master Liu left, Huo Jingyuan used his landline to call the main bus station to inquire and found that the tires of the buses had been punctured recently.

After consulting the Youth League Committee, he personally led several military vehicles and his team members to investigate along the way. Finally, they found a row of spikes 50 kilometers away from Lizhuang.

Huo Jingyuan looked indifferent. He slowly narrowed his eyes, his eyes were deep, and he thought for two seconds: "I will do a population survey in Lizhuang in the near future."

To take the bus, one needs to show their household registration or a certificate issued by the military district. Only Li Zhuang and people approved by the military district can take the bus.

(End of this chapter)