Chapter 35

When it came to the name of the female Schumacher, Ma Ling felt a bit embarrassed: "Officer, please be more lenient next time and don't give me a ticket."

Tan Jiaxing laughed heartily and said, "You're busy, I have something to do first, so I'll leave."

Without delay, Liu Hane Dong and Ma Ling returned to the Huaijiang Taxi Company, presenting their newly exchanged local driver's license and ID card. They were once again dismissed by the staff: "Not a local ID, you need a residence permit."

Ma Ling said, "Isn't it easy to get a residence permit? We're familiar with the police station."

Immediately, they took Liu Hane Dong to the Huahuo Police Station, where Ma Ling's father's colleague helped them get a residence permit. Ma Guoqing's influence was indeed effective, and the police officer issued the residence permit in just five minutes.

When they returned to the taxi company, it was already noon. The staff were on break for lunch, so the two of them ate something at a nearby small restaurant. At two in the afternoon, the office finally opened. They went in and presented the residence permit, but were dismissed again: "You need to have lived in the city for at least three years to apply."

Ma Ling was furious and wanted to argue with the staff: "Are you deliberately making things difficult? Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Liu Hane Dong held her back: "Forget it, they are doing it on purpose."

Ma Ling said, "I'll talk to their manager."

Liu Hane Dong asked, "Is it the one surnamed Bian?"

Ma Ling replied, "Yes, Bian Xugang, the department manager."

Liu Hane Dong said, "I think he's the one deliberately making things difficult."

Ma Ling said, "That's impossible. I haven't provoked him, and he's even the brother of a colleague at my workplace."

Liu Hane Dong said, "Maybe it's your colleague playing a trick."

Ma Ling suddenly realized: "That's right. It might be Bian Xiangqiang deliberately making things difficult for you through his brother. What a despicable guy, and I even called him 'master.'"

Without needing to say it, Liu Hane Dong knew that this Bian Xiangqiang must be one of Ma Ling's suitors, and it was only natural for him to try to sabotage things.

"I'll go talk to him!" Ma Ling said angrily.

"Forget it, I don't even want to drive a taxi. It's too tiring and not very free," Liu Hane Dong consoled her. He knew that Ma Ling was eager for him to find a job to silence her parents, otherwise, dating an unemployed loafer would definitely face strong opposition.

Ma Ling's phone rang. She answered and said a few words, then said, "Let's go, there's something to do!"

Liu Hane Dong drove the tricycle along the 520 route for a few stops and stopped beside a broken-down bus. A woman in her thirties was standing by the rear engine, helpless. Seeing Ma Ling, she said, "Xiao Ma, can you help me? The engine is unstable, the RPM dropped from 400 to 300, and then it stalled."

Ma Ling asked, "Sister Li, why didn't someone from the team come?"

"They're all busy, and the mechanic can't come right now."

Ma Ling took a wrench and started tapping here and there, but couldn't figure out the problem.

Liu Hane Dong said, "Let me take a look." He then skillfully checked the intake manifold and diesel fuel lines.

"Sister Li, who is this?" Sister Li asked.

"A friend," Ma Ling said casually.

"Boyfriend," Sister Li's curiosity was piqued.

"Fixing the car, fixing the car," Ma Ling changed the subject.

Liu Hane Dong pulled out the RPM sensor and said, "Sister, try it."

Sister Li got in the car and started the engine. The diesel engine ran smoothly. She got out happily and called the team: "Captain Wang, the problem is found. Send someone with an RPM sensor."

Ma Ling said, "We'll leave now."

Sister Li said, "What's the rush? Stay and chat, young man, what's your name, where do you work?"

Liu Hane Dong said, "Sister Li, I'm Liu Hane Dong, just discharged from the military and haven't found a job yet."

Sister Li was very enthusiastic: "You must be a technical soldier. It's easy to find a job. If not, you can work as a mechanic in our team, it's a good job."

Ma Ling's eyes lit up: "That's a good idea. Sister Li, talk to the captain."

As they were talking, another 520 bus arrived, sent by the captain to deliver the RPM sensor. However, after Liu Hane Dong installed the new sensor, the problem persisted. It turned out to be a wiring issue. Using a multimeter, he checked the lines one by one and found that the A27 signal line and the A12 ground line were reversed. After swapping them, he patted the bus: "Try it again!"

Sister Li started the car, and the engine roared normally. The problem was completely fixed. By then, Liu Hane Dong's hands were covered in oil, and his clothes were dirty.

"Sister Li, let me treat you to a meal," Sister Li said with a smile.

Suddenly, Ma Ling shouted, "Oh no, I forgot something important. My dad is checking out of the hospital this afternoon!"

Sister Li said, "Go quickly!"

Liu Hane Dong started the motorcycle, and Ma Ling jumped on. They sped off to the medical university hospital. At the entrance, Ma Ling got off and said, "You don't have to come in. I'll text you when I'm done."

"Okay, I'll leave first," Liu Hane Dong drove away. After a hundred meters, his phone rang. He thought it was a message from Ma Ling, but it was a WeChat from Shuang'er, reporting recent expenses, including detailed medical and examination fees for Grandma Sun, nursing fees, and vaccination and food costs for the cats and dogs, totaling several thousand yuan.

Liu Hane Dong replied: "Thanks, it's all good."

Shuang'er quickly replied: "Thank you for your trust. Grandma Sun will be discharged tomorrow. Can you come to pick her up?"

Liu Hane Dong replied: "Sure, what time? Where?"

Song Shuang, holding the phone, smiled triumphantly: "Finally caught you."

Beside her, Pengpeng waved her fist and said, "Let him be arrogant. He made us so angry that we couldn't eat, and we got thinner. This time, we'll really get him."

In the living room, a large LCD TV was broadcasting an interview program. The interviewed expert said, "The main culprit of traffic congestion in our city is the illegal operation of tricycles. The traffic police should seize and scrap every one they find, without any leniency."

Song Shuang inherited her father's tenacious character. Liu Hane Dong's indifference only fueled her strong reaction. She secretly looked at the case files her father had left on his desk, and the details of the 9.2 shooting case shocked her. Liu Hane Dong was such a tough and brave man! She then checked his background through the internal network and found out that Liu Hane Dong was a top student at Jiang University, but had joined the military in his first year. He served for eight years and was awarded a third-class merit.

A tough soldier, a cool and handsome guy, come to my bowl.

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Liu Hane Dong had gained some experience in picking up passengers. He made fifty yuan in the afternoon, a good harvest. After dinner, he returned to the street and threw two packs of Hongmei cigarettes to Chen Bazhi at the repair shop as a thank-you for borrowing his tools. Then he went to the Tujì Dog Meat Restaurant for dinner, where he didn't need to be formal with Shanpao, who always had wine and meat.

Shanpao said, "Dong, Huabao is looking for you, wants you to help him."

Liu Hane Dong said, "Work for a gangster as a thug? I haven't sunk that low."

Shanpao slapped his thigh: "Right, we have ambition. If we're going to do it, we'll be the boss. Hey, I have an idea. Let's rent a few storefronts and open a hair salon. What do you think?"

Liu Hane Dong wasn't interested: "We'll talk later. I need to go pick up more passengers."

He worked all night, only making ten yuan. At eleven, the last bus stopped running, and Liu Hane Dong returned. He saw that Zhu Xiaqiang's room on the second floor was still lit. This time, he wasn't playing Dota, but typing on Word with two fingers. Curious, Liu Hane Dong went in: "Xiaqiang, what are you writing?"

Zhu Xiaqiang was embarrassed and quickly minimized Word, saying, "Nothing, just playing around."

"Writing a love letter to your goddess?" Liu Hane Dong joked.

Zhu Xiaqiang's face darkened: "I saw her locked photos on her space. She interacts with many guys. I'm just a backup."

Liu Hane Dong was silent for a moment: "I'm sorry."

Zhu Xiaqiang sighed: "Forget it, I've thought it through. A man without a career is no good. Playing games all day isn't a bad thing, but it's too slow. I'm going to be a web writer and write books on 17k to make money, buy a house, and a car."

Liu Hane Dong was surprised: "Writing web novels is that profitable? Maybe I'll try it too."

Zhu Xiaqiang said, "You have a job and no computer. How can you write? I can write ten thousand words a day, that's the speed to get noticed."

Liu Hane Dong said, "What kind of novel are you writing? Let me see."

Zhu Xiaqiang hesitated and opened Word: "I'm writing a historical穿越 novel called 'Becoming an Emperor in the Ming Dynasty.'"

Liu Hane Dong read a few lines and chuckled: "Brother, you're good. It's really well-written. Is 'Luotè' your pen name?"

Zhu Xiaqiang said, "Keep it low, don't tell anyone yet."

Liu Hane Dong smiled and went upstairs to sleep.

The next morning at 8:30, as agreed with Shuang'er, Liu Hane Dong drove the tricycle to the entrance of the Third City Hospital, parking on the sidewalk to wait for Grandma Sun.

After waiting for a while, he didn't see anyone come out. He sent a WeChat message to Shuang'er but got no reply. He decided to go into the hospital to look for her.

On the second floor of a coffee shop across the street, Song Shuang and Pengpeng were watching Liu Hane Dong through binoculars.

"Where are the police?" Pengpeng checked her watch.

"They'll be here soon," Song Shuang kept her eyes on Liu Hane Dong. In fact, Grandma Sun had been discharged and gone home the day before. Today was a setup, a trap for Liu Hane Dong.

A white and blue police tow truck arrived, led by a motorcycle police officer, followed by a city management enforcement vehicle. The city was conducting a special operation to crack down on illegal tricycles.

Liu Hane Dong's tricycle was parked on the sidewalk, very noticeable. The police tow truck stopped immediately, and a few auxiliary police officers got out and knocked on the tricycle: "Whose car is this?" No one answered.

"Move it," the officer in charge ordered. The auxiliary police lifted the tricycle onto the truck. At that moment, Liu Hane Dong, who had been looking for Grandma Sun, came out of the hospital, shouting, "Wait!" and ran over.

"He's here!" Pengpeng nudged Song Shuang.

Song Shuang didn't move, staring at Liu Hane Dong through the binoculars.

Liu Hane Dong was anxious. Although the tricycle wasn't valuable, it belonged to Wang Zhigang. If it was seized by the police, he would have no face to meet Brother Wang and Sister Zhang. He took out a Hongmei cigarette: "Officer, listen to me. I'm here to pick up a patient, I'll leave right away."

The officer sternly pushed the cigarette back: "Your vehicle doesn't have an operating permit, and it has an out-of-town license plate. It's not allowed in the city. Take it away!"

The auxiliary police lifted the tricycle onto the truck, and one of them threw the cola bottle hanging on the handlebars to the ground. The police officer gave Liu Hane Dong a ticket and left.

Through the binoculars, Song Shuang could clearly see Liu Hane Dong's expression. He was extremely anxious, sweating profusely, but helpless as the police tow truck drove away. After a while, he silently picked up the cola bottle and walked away.

This tough man, who bravely fought against armed killers and was unmoved by a large sum of money, was now so helpless and weak in front of the joint enforcement of the police and city management. The cola bottle probably contained plain water, his drink to quench his thirst. Without the tricycle, his next meal was probably in doubt, and all this was due to her.

"Shuangshuang, are you satisfied now?" Pengpeng asked happily.

Looking at Song Shuang, she was already in tears.