412: All the way west, no sense of force

At this moment, Shen Bei spent over 40,000 soft currency to secure a job as a truck escort.

Shen Bei naturally knew there were many schemes and pitfalls involved.

But facing Zhao Zichuan's continuous extortion, Shen Bei barely hesitated, still paying the money.

No other reason.

He certainly wouldn't miss such a good opportunity to increase the range of his Instant Shadow Return to Origin Pact.

In any case, Chuan Prefecture was a must-go, so earning a little was better than nothing.

As for whether Shen Bei could complete the job, whether he could get his salary afterward, and activate his panel attribute rewards...

Shen Bei looked down at his fists.

That was the answer!

Schemes didn't matter; it just depended on whether hitting Zhao Zichuan hurt or not!

Lei Laohu would give him the answer.

So, Shen Bei wasn't worried at all.

The truck slowly drove out of Shen City, heading west.

The driver was also a talkative person, though his tone carried a hint of disdain and a 'watching a show' attitude: "Young man, did you check the goods before getting on the truck?"

This was undoubtedly a reminder that Shen Bei had missed a crucial step before boarding.

Shen Bei had no idea how many items were on the truck.

Shen Bei's tone subtly revealed a ethereal emptiness, like smoke: "Doesn't matter."

It was the first time the driver had heard such an answer.

He had worked for Wu Zhong Logistics for a long time and had seen many different types of truck escorts.

Initially, he felt some sympathy for those who were conned.

But over time, he became numb to it.

And he deeply felt that these people were all arrogant and incompetent, knowing nothing but still wanting to earn high salaries by escorting goods.

Heh heh, he could only say their brains were fried.

In fact, this so-called truck escort position originally didn't exist at all.

At some point, this evil trend started, and Zhao Zichuan also learned to imitate it.

The money earned...

Tsk tsk, it was even more profitable than running a logistics company.

In just three months, nearly a hundred fools like Shen Bei had been conned.

Millions, easily obtained, without any cost or price.

It was practically like robbing money.

The driver coughed, subtly hinting: "It's really hard to make money in this society now. Look at me, a big truck driver, I only earn over ten thousand yuan a month."

Shen Bei turned his head, feigning surprise: "Then how bad are your skills? I, a truck escort, earn more than you."

The driver: ???

No... Is your damn brain really not working?

I'm telling you I only earn over ten thousand, and you, an unskilled migrant worker, can earn more than me? Don't you think there's something wrong or amiss?

The driver rolled his eyes, too lazy to bother with this fool, thinking: Wait until you get there, then you'll know how deep the city's schemes are.

And Shen Bei was also busy with his own affairs.

Of course, he wasn't checking any goods; the goods were sealed, and Shen Bei didn't want to waste time checking them.

Whatever.

Hunters usually enter the game as prey.

In this era, if fists didn't work, then it would truly be a reversal of the natural order, without reason.

At this time, Shen Bei took out river pebbles and arranged them in the cab.

He began to infuse True Qi into them, one after another.

This practice absolutely couldn't stop.

Now, sitting in the truck, he couldn't do anything else, so he could only Cultivate this stuff for fun.

The driver's eyelids twitched as he watched.

He was just looking straight ahead, driving normally, and in a blink of an eye, Shen Bei had many river pebbles in his hand.

When the hell did he take these out?

Divine-Grade, right?

Previous truck escorts who had been conned always brought food to prevent hunger.

Good heavens, this person was playing with stones.

No wonder Zhao Zichuan was fooled; his brain was naturally flawed.

"Heh." The driver disdained him in his heart and continued to focus on driving.

... ...

One day later.

The big truck arrived at a service area.

The driver was going to eat and then take a short nap to recharge his energy before continuing to drive.

"Didn't they say food was provided?"

Shen Bei watched the driver eat from his own tray, but there was none for him.

The driver rolled his eyes: "Didn't Zhao Zichuan explain it to you?"

"What?"

"You pay for your own meals and get reimbursed when you return."

"Oh."

Shen Bei understood.

These little schemes were quite something.

Soon.

Shen Bei brought back a huge pile of food.

He ordered all the good dishes and meals.

It was almost as good as eating in a hotel.

The driver stared dumbfounded at Shen Bei's lavish meal, his eyes almost falling out. He stammered: "You, how much did you spend?"

"Not much, around two thousand. Anyway, the company reimburses it all." Shen Bei said calmly, under the driver's utterly shocked gaze.

The driver choked and coughed, pounding his chest for a long time before recovering. He took a big gulp of water, calmed his shocked mind, and said meaningfully:

"What if, and I mean if, the company doesn't reimburse you?"

"Then I'll reimburse the company."

The driver: ???

He didn't quite understand what Shen Bei meant by that, still confused, he said: "Suppose, just suppose the company does reimburse you, but don't you have any sense of propriety?"

"I, a driver, only eat a twenty-yuan bento box, and you, you bastard, eat two thousand in one meal? Isn't that a bit outrageous?"

Shen Bei smiled, wiped his mouth, and put on a standard, obnoxious, thick-skinned expression: "Whose fault is it if you don't fight for the company's benefits?"

The driver: ... ...

Idiot!

This was absolutely a top-notch idiot!

He was the most recklessly foolish person the driver had encountered in his career.

Spending over two thousand on one meal, that's your own money you're spending!

I'm truly fed up!

The driver shoveled a few mouthfuls of rice, snorted, and started to rest with his eyes closed.

After Shen Bei picked and chose and finished his meal, patting his belly, he felt incredibly satisfied.

Just as the driver finished resting, the two continued their journey.

... ...

All the way west.

Along the way, the beautiful mountains and rivers passed before Shen Bei's eyes.

It must be said, traveling by truck was definitely a unique experience.

The truck's cab was large and spacious, with a wide view.

Various local customs and scenery quickly flashed by.

Besides practicing infusing True Qi into river pebbles, Shen Bei's other hobby was staring blankly out the window.

In the daytime, the sun was halfway down the western mountain, and the hometown had lingering rays.

The wind blew, Shen Bei's hair danced wildly, and he gazed into the distance, his mind empty.

When Shen Bei finally emerged from his 'thinking about nothing' contemplation, like coming up for air, he didn't know how much time had passed.

Sometimes it would be like this; getting lost in thought while walking, unconsciously covering a long distance, and then when snapping back to reality, feeling as if a large section of time had been cut out of a video.

... ...

From Shen City, arriving at Chuan Prefecture.

The distance was approximately over 2400 kilometers.

It took nearly five days to finally enter the Chuan Prefecture territory.

"We're almost there."

The driver fiddled with the navigation, starting to drive towards the unloading location, which was very close, about 20 kilometers away.

"Once we arrive, the rest is your business," the driver reminded him.

Shen Bei chuckled: "We didn't lose any goods along the way, did we?"

The driver handed the delivery slip to Shen Bei and said expressionlessly: "That's none of my business; you just deal with the receiver."

Soon.

Half an hour later.

The big truck arrived at a large warehouse.

After queuing for a while, they finally entered a warehouse entrance.

The two jumped out of the truck, and a pot-bellied, boss-like man stepped forward: "From Liaobei Province, right?"

The driver nodded: "Yes, boss, please unload the truck quickly."

"No need for so much nonsense." The fat boss snorted and held out his hand: "Delivery slip."

Shen Bei stepped forward and handed it over.

The boss glanced at it, then looked at Shen Bei, the truck escort, chuckled, waved his hand, and called his workers: "Get on the truck, unload the goods!"

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