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Zhang Jia's records accounted for a large part of the elder sister's dossier, with a thickness of more than ten pages.Under Zhang Jiaping's hard-working publicity, everyone in this community, from the director to the ordinary people, knows everyone.

Originally, it was indeed a sensational event in such an old residential area.

Zhang Jia was a driver of the factory in the early years.After working for half my life, the factory closed and I was laid off.I bought a Comfortflex minibus with my savings and joined the ranks of private buses.

In the [-]s, the city's public transport was still in a chaotic stage of mixed public and private operations.In addition to several old popular lines monopolized by bus companies, later private buses also teamed up to open up some new routes leading to new business districts with short distances.

Zhang Jia's car is running one of the popular routes, from an old cultural area, through a bridge across the river, to the pedestrian street in the new economic area.

The pedestrian street in the new business district is quite magnificent, with large LED screens and neon lights all over the street, not to mention the fact that there are many brands that have not been introduced into the city before.Therefore, countless people rush there every day, and they love to watch the fun even if they don't buy it.

Therefore, in the first few years, Zhang Jia's business flourished.After accumulating capital, I bought two cars in a row, and I didn't do it myself. I hired a driver to run day and night, and I really became a hands-off shopkeeper who only collects money.

Later, there was a car accident that shocked the whole city and even the whole country.

Maybe Zhang Jia was unlucky. He usually played cards and slept well at home. He didn't know what the wind was blowing that day, so he thought of going to "inspect the work" in person.The addiction came up, and he drove a driver to dinner, preparing to return to his old job and play Fast and Furious.

At that time, because private buses had different owners, even if they were on the same road, there was fierce competition in private.So there is no waiting in line for the bus, the conductor is shouting loudly at the door of the bus, and the passengers come, see which one you like.For the sake of profit, transferring the passengers on the train behind them to the one in front has become a common means for private bosses to save costs and improve efficiency.

That day happened to be the first day of the National Day, Zhang Jia drove all the twenty-odd passengers in the car to the car that was about to leave in front of him, and looked at the full car with satisfaction, as if he was watching a car. banknote.

Unexpectedly, watching the car drive out, before I finished smoking a new cigarette, I heard the team dispatcher shouting, something happened, something happened, the car just drove off the bridge and rushed into the river.

Zhang Jia's heart skipped a beat.Called a taxi and ran to the river.When we arrived at the approach bridge, we found that it was blocked, so we hurriedly got off the car and ran to the bridge.

In fact, the bus did not fall into the river, but crossed the entire river-crossing bridge during the bridge approach stage for unknown reasons, crossed the incoming traffic lane on the left and directly crossed the incoming traffic lane on the right, and then broke the guardrail and fell under the bridge Binjiang Road.

Zhang Jia ran madly from the stairs under the bridge all the way to Binjiang Road.My mind went blank.When he ran to the sidewalk next to the car, he was stopped by the police maintaining order. Zhang Jia looked at the deformed bus license plate with difficulty.

It's Zhang Jia's car.

Zhang Jia suddenly broke out in sweat, and his whole mind was buzzing.

The accident caused a total of 30 deaths on the spot, and more than 20 people were injured, and half of them were serious accidents.

Zhang Jia did not want to understand the cause of the accident for many years afterwards.The driver, Lao Li, is an old driver. Not to mention that he has never had an accident, he is at least an innocent person who has not killed anyone, and even has few accidents.The drivers that Zhang Jia found also had regular physical examinations, and Zhang Jia really didn't dare to use those drivers who had heart disease, high blood pressure, etc.Moreover, Zhang Jia chatted with Lao Li for a while before leaving the car that day, and he didn't see any abnormalities in his body.It was indeed raining that day, but in the weather of City C, it rains for half a month in winter.Even if the road is slippery, the old driver who has been running the car for decades should get used to it.What's more, he crossed four lanes and even crashed through the guardrail and flew out of the bridge. He couldn't figure out what kind of situation would make Lao Li react by turning the steering wheel almost 360 degrees.

Zhang Jia pondered, could it be that there is something wrong with the car?Although Zhang Jia's car also has a regular annual inspection, but the annual inspection is also passed by looking for a relationship and paying money.Moreover, the bus utilization rate is too high, and there are many problems of one kind or another, and many of them are repaired by the drivers themselves.

It must be a problem with the car, Zhang Jia thought, this is the end.

The police soon got involved.However, to Zhang Jia's surprise, there was no publicity about this matter, and even the local newspapers only published a few drafts, and there was no more follow-up.

Zhang Jia was at a loss.But luckily.

However, God did not favor Zhang Jia.

Although I don't know if the accident was suppressed because of the Olympic bid, as spread on the Internet, or because of other reasons.In short, Zhang Jia, as the owner of the car, was locked up at the police station for a few days. After being repeatedly asked about his operating qualifications, the employment information of the driver, and the annual inspection information of the bus, etc. Zhang Jia was released without seeing the car involved.

After that, Zhang Jia went bankrupt and compensated Lao Li's family members and the families of the dead and injured passengers.

Zhang Jia suddenly felt a sense of bewilderment.He had an intuition that this matter would never end, but Zhang Jia really couldn't think of any worse situation than the present one.

In fact, there is some truth to the old saying that the house leaks coincide with continuous night rain.

After the accident, the city rectified all privately operated buses.All the private bus lines are taken over by the bus company, and if you are lucky, you will get a sum of compensation. For key rectification targets like Zhang Jia and the others, it’s fine if they can’t run. Zhang Jia doesn’t even know where his three buses are going. where.

The bus company said they had never seen it at all. The reply from the police station was that the vehicle in the accident had been scrapped so it was sent to the scrapyard.But Zhang Jiaming clearly remembered that after the accident, a certain government department came to pull away all the cars on their route.The strange thing is that there was a mess at that time, Zhang Jia went to their team to inquire everywhere, but no one noticed which department was responsible for this matter.

Zhang Jia, who already had nothing, still hoped to sell the remaining two cars and continue to live.But after running around for several months, he found desperately that this turned out to be an extravagant wish.

Poverty and the pressure of public opinion caused Zhang Jia's wife to divorce him and leave his life with their children.Zhang Jia also began to drink away his worries every day.

Later, under the guidance of others, Zhang Jia began a long career of finding people to judge.At the beginning, he really thought that he could find his car by constantly responding to the situation step by step, but he gradually discovered that no matter how sincere the person who received him put on his face and made any promises, There is only one result, let it be nothing.

Zhang Jia didn't know whether other people's appeals were finally resolved in this way.All he knew was that he had even gone as far as Beijing, and those amiable receptionists turned around and called Sister Yan and the community police to pick him up.

Of course, not for nothing.Zhang Jia also figured it out later, he probably won't be able to find the car in this life, but with this excuse, he can spend the rest of his life well.Condolences must be given to him during the holidays, and he must also have a share of the welfare subsidies that the community usually has.Zhang Jia even felt a little elated that he seemed to be superior to others, and he couldn't help raising his head a little bit higher when he saw people.