"Hehe, that''s what you said. Who makes my car good?" Liu Yang looked at the middle-aged woman and asked with a smile: "elder sister, the traffic here is in such a mess that the people in the management station don''t come out to manage it?"


    The middle-aged woman also twisted her face, looked south, turned her head, and spit on the ground: "I bah Do you want to count on those despotic bears to do something? Since the establishment of the management station, it is clearly to manage the traffic chaos in this area. In fact, those people only charge fees and impose fines. From the toll station every car hauling coal, they have to pay them 50 yuan, other things they don''t care about. It''s all on credit when you come to my restaurant all day long. Even if you play with a woman, you don''t give me any money... "


    Liu Yang more listen to the face more black, looking at the woman asked: "they do this, no one in the county tube?"


    The woman looked askance at Liu Yang with disdain, as if she were sneering at him for being young and ignorant: "who cares in the county? These people are sent by the county. Except for the two leaders who are in charge of the formal establishment, the rest are temporary workers. The county is not only not responsible for the salary, but also stipulates the number of tasks to be given to them every month... "


    The woman said, holding out a finger and shaking it in front of Liu Yang.


    "50000..." Liu Yang asked in surprise.


    "Bang..." The landlady snorted with disdain: "how many cars are there in this pile? I have carefully counted more than 230 cars, and at most they will not be so many. Each of these cars will pay 50 yuan each. It will take a trip at this time of the day and in the afternoon when it comes to the dark. How much will it cost in a month? They received half a million from the top, and what else they had fell into their own pockets. I''ve heard that these people, even temporary workers, have bought houses in the county and town. They are rich, and their life is called "life"


    According to the owner''s wife, 50 yuan is charged for each car. If 220 cars are used twice a day, that''s more than 20000 yuan. In a month, it''s 6.7 million yuan.


    After collecting 500000 yuan, the management station still has 167000 yuan left. In addition to the expenses of temporary workers, there may not be much money left in the books for vehicle maintenance and refueling.


    Liu Yang is not sure whether there are other problems in the management station, but they will certainly have some tricks to hold money. Otherwise, how can these people buy houses in the county?


    However, the so-called method of holding money is nothing more than a false high report. If you only toss about on the remaining 100000 Yuan line, even if they don''t eat or drink for half a year, it will be only 700000 yuan at most. To say that everyone can buy a house in the county, it must be far from enough.


    The rest of the trick, that can only be to increase the charge of coal loading vehicles, from which to make profits. There is no way to deal with this matter if we can''t figure out the details. Liu YangZheng had a good chat with the boss''s wife, but suddenly found that a group of drivers jumped out of the car and started fighting. At this time, there were also more than a dozen people in uniform and big caps at the management station, and walked out of the door to this side.


    Seeing those people in uniform, carrying electric batons and rubber sticks in their hands, Liu Yang felt bad. Sure enough, before long, I saw a burst of shouting in front of the crowd. A big man with bare arms and a small flat head, stained with black ash, was chased and chased by four or five people in police uniform.


    As if they were used to this kind of scene, dozens of numbers in the crowd were almost the same as those of the big one, and the black drivers were laughing and watching from behind.


    Seeing the uniformed men beating people with rubber sticks in their hands, the landlady''s face changed. She spat on the ground and twisted her waist to walk inside the hotel.


    As the beaten man ran, as if he was still shouting something, he saw a uniformed man with anger on his face. He took two steps to catch up with him, holding a rubber stick in his hand, and a guy hit the man''s head.


    The man fell to the ground and the onlookers were stunned. Several people squatted down and looked at it. They stood up and yelled: "no, Liu dahuazi has been killed..."


    Then, the crowd was in a commotion, and the guy who hit was pushed by a few naked men, and some young men in uniform went up and pushed them. So many people crowded together, chirping, do not know what to say, the scene suddenly chaos.


    Liu Yang and Yao Peng stood in front of the car and looked at the chaotic scene coldly. Neither of them wanted to go.


    These two people know in their hearts that at this time, even if they were the past two identities, no one believed it. In addition, Liu Yang also wants to see how the people at the management station will handle this kind of thing.


    Soon, two middle-aged fat men in uniform came out of the management station. They shook three times at a time, and they went to Liu Yang''s station with great momentum. They yelled: "what are they doing? I don''t want to have a good day, do I? If it''s OK, get out of the way... "


    Don''t tell me, this man seems to have great prestige. With his two voices, those people are really separated. The driver of the car stood on one side, and the dozen uniformed men who came out first stood on the side. In the middle were men who had been knocked unconscious and fell to the ground.The chaos lasted about two minutes from the beginning to the end. As the two middle-aged fat men in uniform came out, they just yelled two voices, and the scene was basically controlled.


    The two men, one in the uniform of a traffic policeman, carry a bar on their shoulders and three stars. It''s a sergeant rank. Look. In the traffic police brigade of the lower County Bureau, the person wearing such a police rank is usually a small cadre at the level of squadron leader or above and vice captain level.


    The other was in the uniform of the Transportation Bureau, and the grade could not be seen from his clothes. But he stood there with a big belly and a fat black face. He said nothing with great momentum. The drivers beside him were far away from him. They lowered their voices and did not dare to speak loudly.


    The fat man in the uniform of the traffic police looked at the big man who fell on the ground with dignity and scolded angrily: "how can it be him again? I don''t want to work on Liu''s car, do you? "


    As he spoke, he pointed to the uniformed men standing in the other column: "what''s the matter with you? I just squint for a while, you give me such a big noise? What do I feed you for? What are you doing? Hurry up and take me to the duty room... "


    Then, he pointed to two of them: "who, who, you two, drive those two illegal vehicles to me, get out of the way first Look at what you''ve done. So many cars are stuck on the bridge. This is a serious illegal act. Do you understand? What do the rest of us do? What are they looking at here? Don''t want your own car


    With his assignment, two people ran to move the two crowded cars away. The smoke and dust all the way from Liu Yang''s car to the door of the small restaurant.


    There were also two young men in uniform, who put up the large head on the ground. The others in uniform, with a thin man in arm and slippers, followed the group, beating and scolding all the way to the management station.


    The others did not dare to make a noise, but did not go back to drive as the traffic police said.


    The powerful traffic policeman glared and pointed at the drivers and scolded, "what are you doing? You want to rebel? Didn''t you hear what I said? Anyone who doesn''t leave will be fined another hundred yuan Shit, if I can''t get rid of you, why don''t you fart here? "


    A pile of dishonored drivers dare not speak, more people are afraid of causing trouble.


    But there are also people hiding behind the crowd who dare to say: "this is the same thing again. You gather the cars here every day and release according to the point. Don''t you want to pay more? Anyway, no matter what we do, you will be fined... "


    The two fat men in the traffic police uniform and in the traffic uniform looked at the sound at the same time.


    The fat man in the traffic uniform yelled, "who''s talking? Which team are you from? What is it to stand up and hide behind people? You''re insulting national law enforcement officials. Do you know that? What do we mean we just want to get more fines? You''re making you stand up and say... "


    The man in the uniform of the traffic police also scolded: "don''t interfere with her mother''s business. It''s not up to you to direct the police''s enforcement. Go and go. What''s the coax? And you Did you see all that? Ah? A road is blocked by you. Is the national road built for you? Do you think we can do without strict management? When I come over next time, I''ll pay 50 yuan for each car. Don''t forget If anyone dares to talk, don''t blame me for not saving face... "


    The drivers did not move one by one, but the indignation on their faces was clear at a glance.


    Liu Yangyue couldn''t understand what this really meant. But judging from the reaction of these drivers, could it be that the 50 yuan security fee and the 50 yuan management fee just mentioned by the landlady are not the same thing at all?


    80% of the money is charged on the basis of management fee.


    Yao Peng was still smoking in the back as if he had nothing to do with it, as if he didn''t see what was happening in front of him. But in fact, he is cold eyed, want to see what Liu Yang will do.


    However, he was surprised to find that Liu Yang, the county magistrate who he thought was a cannonball, was calm at this time and did not show any sign of losing his temper.


    Not only did the guy not intend to lose his temper, but he also walked over to chat with a group of black, dirty drivers.


    When Yao Peng walked slowly past, he heard a strong black man in his thirties shaking his head and sighing: "Alas This car can''t run. I''ve done the damn calculation. The management fee, road maintenance fee, gas money, car repair and other expenses are not included. The fine for these dog days alone is at least 5000 or 6000 a month. How much can I earn in a month? I bought this car for more than 100000 yuan, and I still borrowed half of it... "


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