These guys are all potential safety hazards.
"Okay, Minister, you send it over. I'll ask Old Meng about it when the time comes," Wen Yan said.
Cai Qidong acted quickly. That very day, a refrigerated truck stopped by the roadside in the northern part of Wen Yan's villa district.
The driver didn't even remove the key. He just got out of the vehicle and walked away, abandoning the truck.
That evening, Wen Yan called Old Meng.
Old Meng, as usual, hung up and called back. When he saw the area code, however, he realized it was still from the Northwest.
"Old Meng, why are you still over there?"
"I'm recuperating. It's not something that heals easily..." Old Meng's voice was tinged with weakness.
"Ah, well, you focus on resting up then. I just got my hands on something good..."
"Where are you? I'm coming right over."
At the desert's edge, Old Meng, who had been lying still as a corpse under the leeward side of a low earthen wall, suddenly shot up like a carp.
