I listened to her 'teaching' in a daze and suddenly felt that her words sounded familiar.
Wasn't this the speech I gave to the New Century Car Sales Company about boycotting Japanese cars?
I was a little surprised. How could my words be 'praised' by this young, dark-masked female refueler in front of me?
What was even more dramatic was that she was actually using my own words to educate me!
However, I immediately found the answer from the tanker's mouth.
It could be seen that this female tanker was inexperienced. From her generous statement, I could tell that she was a patriotic youth who was deeply influenced by patriotism.
Therefore, I didn't express any disgust towards her. It's just that time had passed, and I still hadn't finished my business. How could I have the heart to listen to her talk about patriotism?
The tanker continued, "Now, our boss's three gas stations are carrying out a 'boycott of Japanese goods' campaign. We don't help Japanese cars refuel, and we don't provide services to Japanese people. This is our firm principle.
By the way, did you read the newspaper? "
I asked back, "What newspaper?"
The tanker said, "A few days ago, several newspapers reported an incident.
It was said that a patriotic young man had a fierce conflict with a Japanese man in a New Century Car Sales Company. The patriotic young man smashed his Toyota Crown and said that he would never buy Japanese goods again. He also gave many examples.
Anyway, our boss happened to pass by that day and witnessed the incident with his own eyes.
After coming back, our boss was deeply inspired and drafted a document to boycott Japanese goods. He wanted to carry forward this patriotic spirit. "
Listening to this, I understood some of the truth.
It turned out that my actions that day had influenced a lot of patriots.
Unfortunately, the situation I encountered today was like lifting a rock and smashing it on my own foot.
I was speechless and lowered my head.
But in fact, I didn't regret my actions that day. Although my foot was smashed today, I was the only one who felt the pain.
When the tanker saw me obediently listening to her 'teaching', she became more and more impassioned. She didn't know the depth of her criticism, but I didn't argue. I just bitterly smiled in my heart.
Since I couldn't refuel, I could only continue to look for gas stations.
But where am I going to find someone to push the cart?
I felt embarrassed today. I thought that borrowing a car would save me a lot of time, especially since I was driving the Fu sisters' car. It would save me a lot of trouble.
However, reality proved that this was simply adding fuel to the fire!
Sometimes, you have no choice but to believe in the power of money. As the saying goes, when there is a great reward, there will be brave men. Sure enough, there were two young and strong men who were invited by me to help me push the cart.
With the help of two strong men, the Honda left the gas station that boycotted Japanese goods and went to another small gas station.
But when I arrived at the small gas station, I was shocked. What kind of gas station was this? It was a black workshop.
There wasn't even a computerized refueling machine here. Gasoline and diesel were sold in the most primitive way.
There were a few abandoned oil cylinders and two or three small oily scales at the entrance. They could be considered the most advanced equipment in this gas station.
He really didn't understand. What era was this? How could such a backward gas station still have room for survival?
Will the country still allow them to operate?
It was somewhat unbelievable.
But now, do I still have the right to choose a gas station?
I talked to the owner of the small gas station. The owner said that it was necessary to let out some air before adding fuel, which was good for the car.
I didn't say anything and just urged the owner to end the battle as soon as possible. I still needed to hurry on my way.
I took out a cigarette and was about to light it, but then I realized that the gas station prohibited open flames.
Just as I was about to helplessly put the cigarette back into the cigarette box, the owner of the gas station smiled at me and said, "Smoke, we don't have that many rules here. Just pay attention!
Here, we directly buy the fuel from the oil factory, so we don't need too much equipment. That's why the price is low and the quality is good. You can rest assured when you refuel here. "The owner praised himself while using his greasy hand to touch his greasy forehead.
But I still didn't dare to smoke. I didn't want to take the risk.
I vigilantly looked at the vehicles and pedestrians at the intersection of the gas station. I was afraid that there would be more problems at this critical time.
You must know that the whole Beijing was now full of people arranged by Fu Shikun to look for me. If I was a little careless, I would become a turtle in a jar again.
Fortunately, the owner's skills weren't bad. It didn't take him much time to fix the car and say that it was ready to refuel.
I gave the owner three hundred kuai and asked him to help me refuel three hundred kuai.
The owner took the money and called out a dumb-looking young man (I don't know if he was the owner's relative or a hired helper). He started to pump the fuel from the big barrel into a small barrel. After weighing it, he started to fill the Honda's fuel tank.
During this process, I was thinking about You Meng, so I didn't pay much attention to it. It wasn't until after the fuel was filled and I was about to get into the driver's seat that I suddenly realized that the heavens had played a big joke on me, Zhao Long!
To be exact, at this moment, I felt that the heavens were deliberately tormenting me, and deliberately not letting me see You Meng.
That dumb-looking young man didn't give me gasoline, but diesel!
When I was about to get into the driver's seat, I smelled something wrong. Looking at the big barrel beside me, I walked over and took a sniff. I couldn't help but frown and asked the young man, "Did you add the wrong fuel?"
The young man shook his head and said with a Shanxi accent, "Impossible, absolutely impossible.
How could I make that kind of mistake? I've been refueling for several months. "
At this time, the owner of the gas station also came out of the house. Seeing this scene, he asked the dumb-looking young man, "What's going on?"
I could feel the blood in my head rushing to my head. I quietly walked in front of the oil barrel and suppressed my impulse. I forced myself to speak to the boss in a friendly tone, "I think you added the wrong oil, didn't you?"
The owner took two deep breaths and his face couldn't help but stiffen. He glanced at the young man and asked him, "What's going on? Why did you add diesel?
Did a donkey kick your f * cking head? "
Before the young man could defend himself, the boss stretched out his hand and slapped the back of the young man's head. Then, he kicked the young man.
The young man didn't have the strength to fight back. He could only beg for mercy. "Boss, please don't hit me. I was wrong. I know I was wrong!"
The owner scolded, "What's the use of knowing you were wrong?
Tell me, how many mistakes have you made so far?
Last time, when you refueled for the customer, you added the wrong model. This time, you didn't even distinguish between gasoline and diesel.
Can a gasoline engine drink diesel?
It's just like you. You should drink water, but if you drink pee, can you digest it? "
I also blushed with shame. What kind of analogy is this?
This owner is too much, isn't he?
Seeing the owner angrily hit the young man's head, I really wanted to cut him down.
I felt pity for him and persuaded the owner, "All right, all right. It's already happened. You can't beat him or scold him anymore.
Hurry up and fix it for me. I'm in a hurry. "
However, the owner didn't stop scolding the young man. The young man lowered his head and didn't say anything. He just let the owner scold and hit him.
The more the owner scolded him, the more generous he became. He slapped the young man, and the sound was earth-shattering.
A red handprint appeared on the young man's face. Tears welled up in his eyes.
However, the owner didn't give up. He continued to scold the young man. "Damn, I take care of your food and accommodation. I even spend six to seven hundred renminbi a month to hire you to help me. You're good. You're always making trouble for me.
What do you think you can do?
You only know how to eat and poop.
Now, get the hell out of here. Go back to your hometown in Shanxi! "
The young man felt wronged. "Boss, please don't do this. I'll be careful next time. I'll be careful.
Please don't chase me away, okay? "
The owner's face tightened. He frowned. "No, I've given you a lot of chances. Go.
It's not suitable for you to work outside. Just go home and farm your own land. You won't make any mistakes if you're a farmer everywhere.
You'll only be like this for the rest of your life. "
The young man continued to beg. "Boss, please don't chase me away."
The owner said angrily, "Go and pack your things. I'll buy you a train ticket later. Go home.
It'll be a relief for you. It'll also be a relief for me. "
The young man was speechless.
Listening to the conversation between the master and the servant, I was a little impatient. I patted the boss's shoulder and continued to urge him, "You can put aside your internal affairs for now and fix my car first. I'm in a hurry."
However, the owner didn't turn his attention to me. He continued to scold the young man. In the end, the young man couldn't take it anymore. He took off his coat and shouted at the owner, "I've had enough. Okay, I'll go. Ask the sister-in-law to give me my salary. I still have three months' salary." His lips trembled as he vented all his grievances.
The owner put a cigarette in his mouth and sneered. "You're always making trouble for me. You still want to get your salary?
With your IQ, being able to provide food and lodging for you is already considered taking good care of you.
I'll take a step back. I'll buy you a train ticket. Get the hell out of here! "
The young man burst into tears. "You have to give me my salary. If you don't give me my salary, I won't have any money to buy things for my family.
My mother is counting on me to work and earn money to marry a wife. "