"Beep..."
Early the next morning, before the thin mist had dispersed, a loud whistle rang throughout the entire convoy camp.
"Clatter..."
Everyone in the camp immediately woke up.
They hurriedly packed their tents, distributed breakfast, and checked the vehicles' fuel and water tanks.
Those who had spread out around the area to keep watch also returned one by one, rifles in hand and looking lazy. Their clothes still bore traces of grass and dew. After a night on guard, everyone's eyes were red and bleary.
Lu Xin also got up with the others, took his toiletries, and squatted by the roadside to brush his teeth and wash his face.
By the time he spat out a mouthful of water, the entire convoy was ready to depart.
These veteran drivers don't seem to have any habit of brushing their teeth or washing their faces. Compared to them, I live a much more refined life.
After brushing his teeth, Lu Xin climbed into Old Zhou and Little Zhou's truck and calmly accepted a flatbread wrapped around a salted egg.
This was Old Zhou and Little Zhou's treatment for their super VIP.
They covered his fuel, food, and drink, and even gave him half the money they earned scavenging the wasteland.
Of course, their fuel coverage meant carefully packing Lu Xin's motorcycle and putting it in the truck.
If he didn't drive, he didn't use fuel. That was what they meant by covering his fuel.
The food and drink were even simpler. Whatever they ate, Lu Xin ate too.
As for the money from scavenging... Lu Xin wasn't very professional, so he couldn't tell how much they could make.
"Count the people!"
The convoy leader, holding a bamboo pole and wearing slimming jeans with riding boots, at least looked as if she