Men are afraid of trouble, so Huang De Han quickly left him in town.
There were no taxis in the small town, so Huang De Han, carrying a 40-pound bag of white powder, stood on the main road. His inner unease and anxiety prevented him from lingering. He couldn't spare the time to deal with his injured foot. He quickly hailed a tricycle and asked the driver to take him to the county seat.
Usually, people would take a bus to the county seat; no one would hail a tricycle to get there.
The tricycle driver refused, and Huang De Han said, "I'll give you a thousand bucks. Will you go?"
The tricycle driver thought he had misheard and quickly confirmed, "What did you say? Give me a thousand bucks?"
"Yes, a thousand bucks. Will you take me or not?" Huang De Han replied.
The tricycle driver could make at most one or two hundred bucks in a day. If someone offered him a thousand, he would be a fool not to go!
He quickly said, "Okay! But we can only take the old road, so it might be a bit slow."
Huang De Han said, "That's fine. Let's go quickly."
"Um, give me the money first," the tricycle driver said.
Huang De Han took out his wallet from his backpack, counted a thousand bucks, and handed it to the driver.
The tricycle driver's eyes widened at the sight of the bright red bills. After taking the money, he quickly counted it over and over again, even flipping through the bills one by one, afraid they might be counterfeit.
In a hurry to leave, Huang De Han impatiently urged, "Let's go already. The money is real; it can't be fake!"
Only then did the driver put the money in his pocket and start the vehicle.
Huang De Han let out a sigh of relief and placed his suitcase at his feet.
He touched his chin; the wound on his chin had scabbed over, but it was swollen, and it hurt badly when touched.
The tricycle shook violently, and Huang De Han hadn't slept all night. He was highly nervous, and now that he relaxed a bit, he felt extremely tired and dozed off.
He didn't know how long he had slept when the tricycle driver woke him up. "Hey, wake up, wake up!"
Huang De Han opened his drowsy eyes and asked, "Are we there?"
"No," the driver replied.
Huang De Han became annoyed. "If we're not there, why did you wake me up?"
"There's a traffic police check ahead, and my tricycle won't pass. They'll impound my vehicle," the driver explained.
Hearing about the traffic police, Huang De Han jolted awake and quickly told the driver to turn back.
The driver promptly made a U-turn and headed back.
Huang De Han felt increasingly frustrated.
What should he do?
In this godforsaken place without taxis, and with him carrying so much stuff, he didn't dare take a bus.
Now his foot was sprained again, and if the police found out, he wouldn't be able to run.
The tricycle driver was afraid Huang De Han would ask for a refund, so he said, "Although I can't take you to the county seat, I won't refund the money because I didn't know there would be a traffic police check."
Seeing that the driver looked honest, Huang De Han asked, "Are you a local?"
"Yeah," the driver replied.
A thought occurred to Huang De Han, and he said, "Well, how about this? First, take me back home. My foot is sprained. Help me find a doctor to have a look, and I'll give you another thousand bucks. How does that sound?"
Upon hearing the news, the tricycle driver eagerly agreed and pulled Huang De Han towards his home.
On that day, he didn't do anything else but managed to earn two thousand yuan.
Upon returning home, the driver quickly arranged for a village doctor to come and assist Huang De Han.
After struggling to take off his shoes, Huang De Han discovered that his ankle was swollen and red.
Upon examining the injury, the village doctor said, "The bone has been affected. You must go to the hospital; I can't treat this."
