From the truck driver's tone, it was clear he was used to ordering people around like that.
Anyone who could drive a truck in those days counted as somebody. In The Ordinary World, once Gold Bo started driving a truck, he was considered a successful man back home.
A girl who married a driver in those days was the envy of others.
After all, truck drivers drew a regular wage and could make extra money carrying private goods on their trips. It was hard work, but it paid well.
That also bred an overbearing streak in some drivers. Most of the time, people needed favors from them, while they rarely needed favors from anyone else.
Or rather, they would never show that overbearing face to someone whose help they needed.
Abulaiti and Abudusaimaiti were used to drivers talking that way. One went to open the truck's tailgate, while the other went over to the harvester.
Li Long went to help too. The driver stood beside the truck, issuing an occasional instruction, then spotted the Jeep parked in the yard.
He had been looking only at the people and had failed to notice that the yard held not just a tractor, but a Jeep too. He still smelled faintly of alcohol, but that sight sobered him up at once.
What sort of family was this? They could even afford a Jeep? Surely it wasn't stolen?
Impossible. He remembered seeing the Police Station diagonally opposite just now, so naturally it could not have been stolen.
Then it belonged to this family? Or did this young man drive for some official?
The driver certainly did not think this truck belonged to Li Long. In those days, anyone who could ride around in a Jeep like that was no ordinary person. Such people generally