Blackstone Code Chapter 117: cook, truck, logistics

"Cook..."

The big man lying on the smelly bed, holding a dirty magazine in one hand, and reviewing the stroke motion in physics knowledge in the other hand yelled at Shet, then froze for a while, and threw the dirty magazine on the table beside the bed.

He simply tidied up. Anyone who can continue to study after being annoyed by Lao Ma at this time, he walked out of the smelly room and complained, "What do you tell me to do?"

Cook is thirty-one years old, but not married. In the Baylor Commonwealth, living with parents over the age of twenty is considered a "disability". Normal people tend to be independent in adulthood. After having my first job, I left my parents' family and started trying to form my own small family.

But Cook didn't, he's thirty-one years old and hasn't left this comfort zone, which is probably why he's not married yet, no one likes his current situation.

Seeing the powerful son complaining loudly, the old woman not only was not afraid, but impatiently pointed to the phone in the corner, "Damn, someone called you, I really can't imagine why. Did someone call you because you don't shower, or because you stink?"

Cook scolded and walked to the corner, this is not a wealthy family, at least a wealthy family will not have a smelly bedroom.

But the family's situation wasn't too bad before. Before Cook didn't lose his job, he could bring the family a decent salary every month.

Maybe it's because he's a big truck driver and doesn't have time to waste on flirting with the girls.

When he has time, the girls will dislike him as an unemployed man who hasn't stepped out of his comfort zone.

Maybe in a few more years, his marriage will come, and then there will be a girl who has been kicked out of the house by her parents, with no place to live, no future of life, in order to get a stable life, that girl may become Cook's wife.

There are many cases of this. Women often appear in front of people as a vulnerable group, and then they will 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 time. If they can't come out of their comfort zone, why should they adapt to the outside environment?

While scratching his belly full of body hair protruding from his old clothes, Cook answered the phone with a loud voice, even that of a big truck driver.

The noise from the cab makes them want to chat with the rest of the fleet, and they have to make themselves a loud voice, and sometimes a loud voice is a way to avoid trouble. In some motels by the highway, A loud voice has a natural advantage.

But soon, his voice lowered, as meek as a little sheep, he even bent down reluctantly, with a look of excitement and flattery on his face, and kept repeating with a few simple words.

Ok, no problem, I got it...

Old Mara, who was preparing lunch for the big Cook in the kitchen, had some smiles on her face. She had already guessed that after Cook lost his job for half a year, a new job came.

This also makes old Mara sigh of relief, at least this damned big guy won't be gnawing old anymore, which is good news.

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

James is also a big truck driver, they were a team before the company went bankrupt, James is a fun, fanciful guy who always likes to tell people his bizarre fantasies.

Cook was also always struck by James' wild fantasies, and the two became good friends.

James agreed immediately after hearing about the job opportunity. Everyone was having a hard time during this time. Large companies in Sabine City went bankrupt one after another, and other places were similar.

The development of the real economy has regressed, which has led to a reduction in the demand for logistics by enterprises. Even in more remote small cities, there have been no big trucks out of the city for a long time.

After making many calls, Cook rarely took a shower. To save time, he even used a brush with boar hair, which caused him to howl every time.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Cook, James and some of their former colleagues showed up at the largest used car dealership in Sabine City. Call their boss.

If nothing else, they will have a new job.

With a sense of unease, the group came to the second-hand car trading house early. They had no work for half a year and basically hollowed out their little savings. There were seven or eight people who came. In fact, Cook gave more Many people called, but some people could not come.

They've found a subsistence job, the big size of the truck driver gives them an edge over the competition for some jobs, and they don't think a company can recruit too many truck drivers at the same time.

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

While waiting, everyone chatted about the recent life situation. To be honest, there is nothing to be happy about. Everyone's life is a mess. James even talked about if there is no Cook's call, he I plan to go elsewhere.

He said that he had written some short stories and some screenplays during this time, which were accidentally bought by magazines and the Writers Guild, which relieved the pressure of his life.

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

Everyone was a little sighed, and at this moment, Cook's eyes were suddenly caught by a brand-new silver mirror luxury car outside the showroom, and he couldn't help whistling.

Big truck drivers may all like big trucks, but they also like luxury cars that can show their status. They recognized it at a glance as the latest luxury sedan from Haus Industries, which sells for almost 100,000 blocks around.

Then, under the envious gazes of these big truck drivers, a young man walked out of the car with a smile as bright as the sun hanging in the sky, walked into the exhibition hall, and walked to the in front of them.

Honestly, this young man is handsome, but in front of these big, middle-aged truck drivers, handsome doesn't really matter.

Some staff in the exhibition hall silently watched the scene not far away at this time, without making a single sound - a group of people sitting or standing, like beasts dressed in clothes representing civilization and A young and handsome but pale and powerless young Da Hainan confronted each other, one side was stormy and the other side was just a small sapling, and that small sapling seemed to be torn to shreds in an instant!

The intense conflict and disparity made people hold their breaths, and some even thought of calling the police.

Big truck drivers will always have the worst temperament of all drivers, fearing that this good-natured young man will be torn to shreds by these brutish beasts.

What's surprising is that these beasts seem to be domesticated at this time, so docile that it is difficult to associate them with truck drivers and their image at this time.

Lynch stood about seven or eight paces away from them, with a little smile on his face, looked at the truck drivers who had muscle or fat out of their clothes, and held out his hand," Who is Cook?"

After two or three seconds of calm, Cook came back to his senses and hurriedly walked up to Lynch, even in order not to make himself appear too oppressive and to leave a good impression on the new boss. He bent over and came over.

Rough hands clasped Lynch's hand tightly, with a slightly flattering look on his face, "I am, I am Cook, are you Mr. Lynch?"

Lynch nodded, his little finger moved slightly, and it bounced on the bottom of Cook's palm. This was a very secret reminder that the other party could let go of his hands.

In many formal and high-society social occasions, some people also show enthusiasm like Cook, they forget the restraint and etiquette that should be maintained, so when someone wants to end the overly affectionate handshake, use With a flick of the pinky finger, the other party can immediately understand, apologize and let go, so that everyone can stay decent.

However, Lynch miscalculated Cook's comprehension ability, and he had no intention of letting go, and was still saying some embarrassing flattery.

In fact, all of these are forced, forced by life, forced by embarrassed poverty, forced by cruel reality.

No one wants to look inferior, and if they could, they wouldn't bend over to the president, but life doesn't allow them to have their own dignity and pride, because they have to live.

"You can let go~IndoMTL.com~ Lynch reminded, even when Cook let go, Lynch only felt that his palm was a little wet.

He shook his head with a smile, and did not pursue Cook's actions. After looking at the big truck drivers, he asked, "Is there only so many people?"

A look of surprise appeared on Cook's face. This sentence means that Mr. Lynch needs more truck drivers, which also means that he can continue to happily cross the endless, deserted No one saw the highway.

"I can help you find as much as you want!" Cook even used honorifics amid the surprises.

Lynch nodded and changed the question, "Let's go see the car first?"

That's why he brought these people to the car dealership. Most of these truck drivers are excellent truck mechanics. If the truck breaks down on the intercity or interstate highway, if he can't solve these problems, it is definitely a disaster.

Not only do they have to understand cars, but they also need to be able to repair them, and with them, used car dealers can't fool Lynch.