On March 21, Li Ye arrived in Rongcheng, covered in dust from the road.
After leaving the capital, he had passed through Hebei, Shandong, Henan, Shaanxi Province, and several other provinces and cities, driving nearly three thousand kilometers in all. He had thoroughly experienced the hardship and misery of being a long-haul driver in this era.
It had to be said: driving long distance in the 1980s was truly no job for a human being.
There were no expressways anywhere along the route, and even the national highways were riddled with potholes and battered beyond recognition. Driving a truck three hundred kilometers in a day could exhaust a person to death.
And First Branch Factory did not only have business vans. There were also 1041s and Mini Trucks. Li Ye could not keep acting like some grand lord, could he? He had to try every kind of vehicle. Even with his strong physique, his waist ached, his back hurt, and his backside had gone numb.
Because a few unexpected situations had occurred on the road, Li Ye had only a few days to rest after arriving in Rongcheng. According to the plan, the martyrs' relatives would arrive two days later. He could only have everyone hurry to service and prepare the vehicles for the even harsher journey ahead.
That afternoon, Xiao Zhu, the Head of Technical Department, came to report. "Brother Li, our business vehicles are in excellent condition, and the 1041s are normal too. But those Mini Trucks have some minor issues. For the next leg of the journey, should we still let them participate?"
"Of course they should participate."
Li Ye answered without hesitation, "Don't be afraid of our vehicles breaking down on the road. Every time one breaks down, it means we have uncovered a hidden quality