Chapter 3077

Another waiter brought over various cut and cleaned ingredients, including various meats, vegetables, and classic Cantonese ingredients such as beef balls and fish balls. The waiter introduced that the thick soup in the pot was made by boiling fish bones and shrimp heads. These ingredients were very fresh and cut very thin, so they could be eaten after being blanched and didn't need to be boiled for a long time.

Su Xinghui had eaten Cantonese cuisine many times and knew the characteristics of Cantonese cuisine, which was to take fresh ingredients, and the things were absolutely authentic. Although it was light, this Cantonese-style hot pot had a long aftertaste the more you ate it, and compared with the currently popular Sichuan-style hot pot, it had a unique flavor.

Liu Qiang greeted Su Xinghui and Zhai Yingjie to eat quickly, and the two began to blanch those ingredients. After eating a few bites of food, Su Xinghui couldn't help but nod inwardly. Yipinxuan's Cantonese cuisine was really authentic.

Liu Qiang raised his glass and said, "Mayor Su, I toast you. Thank you for saving my life!"

Su Xinghui said sternly, "Don't say this again. If you say it again, I won't drink with you."

Liu Qiang nodded and said, "Alright, I won't say it again."

Su Xinghui then drank a glass with him and asked, "Liu Qiang, are you still driving a truck now?"

Liu Qiang said, "I'm not driving anymore. Driving a truck is too tiring. If you don't overload, you can't make any money. If you overload, it's too dangerous. You have to drive for more than ten hours every day, and if you're not careful, you'll be exhausted. The time I had a car accident was because I was too tired and it was snowing, so that's why the accident happened."

Su Xinghui certainly knew that Liu Qiang was telling the truth. Truck drivers were indeed very hard and dangerous, and they had to overload. He asked, "Then if you overload, won't the traffic police fine you?"

Liu Qiang said, "How could they not fine us? When I was driving a truck before, I would pay a monthly fee to the traffic police team every month."

"Monthly fee?" Su Xinghui couldn't help but feel suspicious. Why would you have to pay a monthly fee to the traffic police team for driving a truck?

Liu Qiang said, "It's just paying a few hundred yuan to the traffic police team every month, and they won't care if you overload. But that's what they say. Whenever they are in a bad mood or short of money, they will still stop the trucks that have paid the monthly fee when they see them. If they stop them, they will fine them. Sometimes they give a receipt, and sometimes they don't even give a receipt."

After Liu Qiang said this, Su Xinghui understood everything. He asked, "Is there still such a thing now? Is it just in your Zheshan or is it like this in the whole city?"

Since that "touch porcelain" incident, the city's public security system had undergone a rectification, and they had severely grasped the police style and discipline. Now there was still such a thing? This made Su Xinghui a little surprised.

Liu Qiang was a little hesitant. He invited Su Xinghui to dinner purely to thank Su Xinghui for saving his life. He didn't think about complaining to Su Xinghui. He didn't do this line of work anymore, so why offend those traffic police? He looked at Liu Xin.

Su Xinghui smiled and said, "Liu Qiang, it's okay. Don't have any concerns. There are no outsiders here, so just treat it as telling a story."

Liu Xin said, "Little brother, Mayor Su asked you to say it, so just say it."