Chapter 671: 661 Sichuan People Thank You

Countless vehicles, countless personnel traveled day and night; Xie Ning witnessed much along the way.

He kept making phone calls; the communications in Rongcheng's urban area had problems only several tens of Minute after the earthquake began, then quickly returned to normal.

The things the driver said, he had already noticed. He found a friend in Rongcheng to help handle this trouble.

If it were really because of overloading, and the cargo was stopped at the highway entrance, that would be a big joke.

Such things that should be fine in imagination but end up causing a big joke will absolutely not happen to Xie Ning, who has seen great winds and waves.

"Brother Ning, there are TV station people interviewing over here; it seems… it seems they are from the provincial TV station." In Xie Ning's phone, his friend in Rongcheng said with some difficulty.

Xie Ning's expression didn't change at all; he simply told that person gently when he would arrive at the Rongcheng highway toll station.

After hanging up, Xie Ning imagined all possible emergency situations that might occur.

Aftershocks continued; the heavy trucks weighing over ten or several tens of tons kept jolting. Why did the people from Sheng Cheng TV station not go to the front line but come here instead?

Has martial law been declared? No! Because my friend in Rongcheng didn't mention it either. So what…?

Just then, Xie Ning's phone message notification sounded.

His mind was rapidly piecing together countless thoughts, trying to find the truth of the problem; he casually opened the message.

He glanced at it, and Xie Ning froze.

"Sichuan people thank you for your help." The message was simple; Xie Ning, who had already been tempered into a demon, suddenly felt the surroundings fall Silence.

The loud, irritating roar emitted by the truck vanished instantly without a trace; only the thumping of his heartbeat could be heard in his ears.

This was just the simplest sentence of gratitude; Xie Ning had heard it countless times in his life.

But none of those times were like receiving this message, which was full of sincere thanks.

The message notification sounded again, and the carrier directly topped up 200 yuan of call credit.

At the same time as Xie Ning, the truck driver also received a thank‑you message and the call‑credit top‑up.

He also froze.

Two big men,

different identities,

different social status,

different life experiences,

yet after receiving the two messages, they fell silent at the same time.

The vehicle drove smoothly, continuing forward in the silent night.

Soon, they arrived at the highway toll station.

But the toll station in Xie Ning's view was actually about two li out…

Countless private cars, trucks, tankers, and ambulances were jammed outside the toll station. The ambulances were fine, slowly moving along the emergency lane; the other vehicles crept along at a snail's pace.

Really… damn it! Xie Ning muttered to himself, opened the car door, and jumped down from the truck.

Walking forward, Xie Ning wanted to check the situation over there.

After walking about a hundred meters, beside him was a Porsche, driven by a young guy who was leaning against the car door smoking and cursing.

"Brother, where are you from?" Xie Ning's warm smile was especially infectious, making people feel very close.

The young guy glanced at him and said, "Hangzhou."

"Really fast." Xie Ning laughed.

The young guy looked dejected, took out a pack of Nine Five Supreme cigarettes from his person, and shook it at Xie Ning.

Xie Ning took one, lit it.

"What good is this fast? Who knows the aftershocks would be this strong." The young man was especially dejected, took a deep drag of smoke; seeing Xie Ning's steady demeanor, obviously a person of means, he envied the huge convoy and said, "Brother, you really acted quickly."

"It's close, but I also traveled day and night." Xie Ning chuckled.

"After I found out, I just drove straight here. Along the way I only gradually learned… MD, the trunk was just filled with water, not even a box of instant noodles." The more he spoke, the more depressed he got, and he simply took out his frustration on the cigarette butt.

He took a hard puff, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and stomped it out hard.

"How long have you been waiting?" Xie Ning asked the question he wanted to ask.

"I've been waiting half an hour; the toll station ahead is no longer charging, reportedly they want to dismantle it to let traffic flow faster. No one expected so many vehicles—look over there." The young man raised his hand, pointed at a line of tanker trucks, and said, "I went to look at the excitement for nothing; those tanker trucks have Shaanxi license plates."

Xie Ning smiled.

"It would be great if we could get a private ambulance; ambulances can use the emergency lane and go straight in."

"After getting in, where to go?"

"Ambulances go to Huaxi; I heard the medical general headquarters is set up in Huaxi." The young man poured out everything he could find like pouring beans: "Others are at Tianfu Square, and there are several material distribution points."

The convoy crept forward; Xie Ning and the young man chatted a while longer, then, seeing a truck approach, they said goodbye and left.

They were strangers meeting by chance, not even exchanging names.

"Something up ahead doesn't seem right." The driver told Xie Ning: "According to my experience, a queue this long can't be cleared in four or five hours."

"The toll stations are closed; just drive straight through." Xie Ning said.

"I told you so!" The driver slapped his thigh.

Even so, the traffic remained very slow.

Like the return peak after the Holiday, except this time the returning vehicles came from all over, and the bewildering variety of license plates made one's eyes dazzle.

After nearly an hour, the truck Xie Ning was in finally reached the toll station entrance.

The toll gate was wide open, and vehicles slowly drove in.

Cameras were working; several cameramen in vests recorded the traffic from different angles.

When the truck arrived, the cameramen were also somewhat surprised.

Twenty or so trucks were obviously overloaded, their engine sounds strained.

Overloading on the highway has always been an issue, and it's not their responsibility. But the vehicles seen here were all rushing over; not to mention overloading, many private cars just brought a few jugs of water and hit the road.

It's the first time I've seen an overloaded convoy with "premeditated".

"This way, this way." A staff member directed the overloaded convoy onto a widened lane. Taking the opportunity, the reporter ran up to the vehicle and extended the microphone: "Master, where are you from?"

"Xi'an." The truck driver, having never seen such a scene, gave an embarrassed smile and said.

"Your vehicle is overloaded, you know that?"

"I know, I'm carrying pure water on the truck; it looks a lot but actually it's not much. Being a bit overloaded won't be a problem." The driver was somewhat Tension.

"So much water? How did you prepare it?" The reporter also stared for a moment.

A truck head pulling two flatbed trailers, covered with cloth, fully loaded.

"They emptied a Carrefour warehouse directly, and there's more behind." The driver gave a simple smile, and under staff guidance, slowly entered the urban area via a wide lane.

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In memory, it should be directly dialing 200 yuan of phone credit.