Chen Yan has been driving in the Handong Provincial Government Team for eleven years. For more than 4,100 rides, every sentence said in the back seat was coded in his mind.
He never picks it.
At 7:19 in the morning on September 3, the man in the back seat said: The disposal procedures for those cars were completed yesterday.
The old master taught him something on the first day - whatever you say in the back seat will be lost when you land on the ground.
The same car, the same location, at 10:06 a. M. On July 24, the same person said: Let's put that batch of cars aside until the end of the year.
Not bad word for word. Even the pause in the middle is there.
Before getting off the bus, the man sat there for three more seconds, called him, and then said - "You have very good ears."
That morning, the captain tore his month's schedule into four pieces in front of about 20 drivers: "You drive the car, not the brain. If you have a good mind, you will be replaced."
At three o'clock in the afternoon, he still got the car that delivered the files. He opened the seal and turned to December 3, 2014——
That page is there. There are seven columns, none of which have been filled in.
In the passenger seat, Xiao Cai's voice was very low: "Brother Yan, December 3, 2014... Wasn't that the day Master Zhou had an accident?"
He didn't go to anyone to settle the score. What he did was another thing - turning every sentence he heard into paper.
Eleven years later, a copy was posted on the garage door. There are four words in that paragraph: It should be corrected.
