Cook, Trucks, Logistics

The burly man lying on the smelly bed yelled "Shit!", then paused for a moment before tossing the vulgar magazine onto the bedside table.

He tidied himself up quickly, and anyone who was yelled at by Old Marre at this time would have been upset. He walked out of the smelly room and asked with a grumble, "What did you call me for?"

Cook is 31 years old but unmarried. In the Bayer Federation, living with one's parents after the age of 20 is considered a "disability." Normal people usually leave their parents' home after becoming independent as adults and getting their first job, and start trying to build their own small families.

But Cook hasn't. He's already 31 and hasn't left his comfort zone yet, which is probably why he hasn't gotten married yet. No one would like him in his current situation.

Watching her strong and powerful son complain loudly, the Old Woman was not afraid at all. Instead, she impatiently pointed to the telephone in the corner and said, "Damn it, someone called you. I really can't imagine why anyone would call you. Is it because you don't take a bath, or because you smell bad?"

Cook grumbled and walked to the corner. This wasn't a wealthy family; at least a wealthy family wouldn't have a smelly bedroom.

However, the family's situation wasn't too bad before. Before Cook lost his job, he could bring in a considerable amount of money for the family each month.

Perhaps it was because he was a Truck Driver and didn't have time to waste on romance that his relationships with those girls all ended in failure.

When he has time, the girls will complain that he's an unemployed man who hasn't stepped out of his comfort zone.

Perhaps in a few years, his marriage will come, and there will be a girl who has been kicked out of her home by her parents, with nowhere to live and no future. In order to obtain a stable life, that girl may become Cook's wife.

This situation is quite common. Women often appear in front of people as a vulnerable group, and then they ask a man who can support them to take them away. As for their own efforts, that is only the idea of a few women.

Most women are like Cook at this moment: if they can stay in their comfort zone, why should they adapt to the outside environment? While scratching his hairy belly protruding from under his old clothes, Cook answered the phone. His voice was loud, as is that of Truck Driver.

The noise in the driver's cab meant that if they wanted to chat with the rest of the convoy, they had to become loud. Sometimes, being loud was also a way to avoid trouble, and in some motels along the highway, being loud had a natural advantage.

But soon, his voice lowered, becoming as docile as a lamb. He even bent down with difficulty, his face showing a hint of excitement and ingratiation, repeatedly saying a few simple words.

Okay, no problem, I understand...

As Old Marre prepared lunch for the big guy Cook in the kitchen, a slight smile appeared on her face. She had already guessed that Cook had a new job six months after losing his job.

This also relieved Old Marre; at least that damn big guy wouldn't be sponging off his parents anymore, which was good news.

Cook quickly started making phone calls, starting with his good friend James.

James was also a Truck Driver. They were in the same fleet before the company went bankrupt. James was a funny, imaginative guy who always liked to tell others his bizarre fantasies.

Cook was always amazed by James's wildly imaginative fantasies, and the two became good friends.

James immediately accepted the job offer after hearing about it. Everyone was having a tough time lately, with Grand Duke in Sabine City going bankrupt one after another, and the situation was similar in other places.

The decline in the development of the real economy has led to a decrease in the demand for logistics from enterprises. In some more remote small cities, large trucks have not left the city for a long time.

After making a lot of phone calls, Cook took a rare shower. To save time, he even used a wild boar bristle brush, and he screamed every time he brushed himself.

At 2 p. m., Cook, James, and some other former colleagues appeared outside the largest used car dealership in Sabine City. In addition to looking at cars, they also wanted to meet the boss who had called them.

If nothing unexpected happens, they will get a new job.

With trepidation, the group arrived at the used car dealership early. Six months without work had essentially depleted their meager savings. Seven or eight people came, although Cook had called many more, but some couldn't make it.

They had found a job that barely provided a living, Truck Driver ' large size gave them an advantage in competing for certain positions. At the same time, they didn't think a company could recruit too many Truck Driver at the same time.

If they don't get the job here and lose their original security guard job, it will be a terrible and heavy blow to their lives and families.

While waiting, everyone started talking about their recent lives. To be honest, nothing was going well; everyone's life was a mess. James even mentioned that if it weren't for Cook's call, he would have gone somewhere else.

He said he had written some short stories and screenplays during this period, which were unexpectedly bought by magazines and Screenwriters Guild, relieving his financial pressure.

He was ready to leave, but Cook's call stopped him in time.

Everyone sighed a bit. Just then, Cook's gaze was suddenly drawn to a brand-new silver luxury car with a mirror finish outside the showroom, and he couldn't help but whistle.

Truck Driver may love big trucks, but they also appreciate luxury cars that can showcase their status. They immediately recognized it as the latest luxury sedan from House Industries, priced at around 100,000 yuan.

Immediately afterward, amidst the envious gazes of these Truck Driver, a young man stepped out of the vehicle with a smile as bright as the sun in the sky, walked into the exhibition hall, and stood before them.

To be honest, the young man is handsome, but in front of these burly middle-aged Truck Driver, good looks don't matter much.

Some of the staff in the exhibition hall watched the scene unfolding in silence, not uttering a single sound—a group of people, some sitting and some standing, like wild beasts clad in the clothing of civilization, confronted a young, handsome but seemingly pale and powerless man from Hainan. On one side were raging waves, and on the other, just a small sapling, which looked as if it would be torn apart in an instant! The intense conflict and disparity made people hold their breath, and some even had the thought of calling the police.

Truck Driver are always the worst-tempered of all drivers, and they fear that this likable young man will be torn to pieces by these brutal beasts.

Surprisingly, these wild beasts seemed to have been tamed, so docile that it was hard to associate them with Truck Driver and their current appearance.

Lin Qi stood about seven or eight steps away from them, a smile on his face, looking at the Truck Driver whose muscles or fat were bulging out of their clothes, and then held out his hand, "Who is Cook?"

After a few seconds of calm, Cook came to his senses and quickly walked up to Lin Qi. To avoid appearing too intimidating and to make a good impression on his new boss, he even bent over as he approached.

Rough hands gripped Lin Qi's hand tightly, a slightly ingratiating tone on his face, "I am, I am Cook, are you Mr. Lin Qi?"

Lin Qi nodded, his little finger twitching slightly and flicking at the bottom of Cook's palm—a very subtle hint that the other could release his hands.

In many formal and Upper Class social occasions, some people also exhibit enthusiasm like Cook, forgetting the proper reserve and etiquette. So when someone wants to end an overly intimate handshake, a flick of the little finger is enough for the other person to understand immediately, apologize, and let go, thus maintaining decorum for everyone.

However, Lin Qi underestimated Cook's comprehension ability. Cook showed no intention of letting go and continued to make some embarrassing compliments.

In fact, all of this was forced upon us by life, by the hardship of poverty, and by the cruel reality.

No one wants to appear inferior. If they could avoid doing so, they wouldn't bow down to the president. But life doesn't allow them to have their own dignity and pride, because they still have to live.

"You can let go now..." Lin Qi reminded him, Cook immediately released his hand. Lin Qi could feel that his palms were a little damp.

He smiled and shook his head, not questioning Cook's actions. After looking at the Truck Driver, he asked, "Is this all there is?"

Cook's face lit up with surprise. This meant that Mr. Lin Qi needed more Truck Driver, which meant he could continue to happily traverse the vast, desolate highways with his friends.

"I can find as much as you need!" Cook exclaimed, his voice tinged with surprise and delight, even using honorifics.

Lin Qi nodded and changed the subject, "Shall we go check out the car first?"

This is why he brought these people to the trucking shop. Most of these Truck Driver are excellent truck mechanics. If a truck breaks down on an intercity or intercontinental highway and they can't solve the problems themselves, it's a disaster.

They not only need to know about cars, but also how to repair them. With them around, the used car dealership can't fool Lin Qi.