UGB Chapter 440: Weight Limit Bar Blocks Highway, Turning Heavy Vehicles into Scrap Metal
Chapter 440: Weight Limit Bar Blocks Highway, Turning Heavy Vehicles into Scrap Metal
"What the hell is going on up there? Why did it stop?"
Pan Dahai sat in the driver's seat of the lead heavy truck and slammed on the brakes.
The immense inertia lurched him forward, and the seatbelt tightened painfully in his chest.
The tires left two long, black skid marks on the asphalt road, and the pungent smell of burnt rubber seeped in through the cracks in the car window.
The hundreds of ten-wheeled heavy trucks following behind braked one after another like dominoes, the screeching of brakes echoing in the air.
The convoy departed from the provincial capital, fully loaded with tens of thousands of tons of steel, machinery, and fertilizer, and headed towards Qingshui Town in a grand procession.
Each vehicle has a load capacity of over fifty tons.
The truck bed was packed full and secured tightly with thick iron chains.
Pan Dahai, a coward who would hide behind a tree in fear at the mere bark of a small stray dog, becomes a completely different person the moment he touches the steering wheel.
He was humming a little tune, ready to rush into Jiangjia Village, unload the goods, and head back to eat Hu La Hua's braised pork.
result.
The convoy was stuck at the head of the old cement bridge, Qingshi Bridge, which is a must-pass on the outskirts of Qingshui Town.
A brand-new, thigh-thick steel weight limit bar stands prominently at the bridgehead.
The pole was painted with striking yellow and black stripes, gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
A huge red sign hung above, with the words written clearly in white—
"To protect the cultural relics and historical sites of Qingshiqiao and the surrounding ecological and hydrological environment, vehicles with a load capacity exceeding ten tons are strictly prohibited from passing through. Violators will be severely punished and their vehicles impounded."
Signed by: Qinghe County Transportation Bureau and Qinghe County Cultural Relics Protection Office.
It was stamped with two bright red official seals.
Pan Dahai glared at the iron pole hanging in mid-air, so angry that he slammed his fist on the steering wheel.
"Bullshit! I've been driving on this bridge for ten years! Countless fifty-ton trucks have crossed it, and there's never been an accident!"
"The equipment is supposed to arrive today, and suddenly you're imposing environmental weight restrictions?"
He stuck his head out the window and started cursing loudly.
Wang Dagou jumped off the third car behind him and ran to the bridgehead.
Next to the weight limit bar, five uniformed staff members stood in neat rows.
Each person had a body camera clipped to their chest and a folder in their hand. Their expressions were polite, but their attitude was as hard as a steel bar.
Wang Dagou forced a smile and leaned closer: "Brother, could you do me a favor?"
"We're transporting equipment for Jiang Group's key agricultural projects; the province has already approved it."
"Look at this road. The detour would take hundreds of kilometers of winding mountain roads; large trucks simply can't get through. Could you please make an exception?"
The leader of the staff, a young man in his thirties, was very polite, but he wouldn't budge an inch.
"Brother, I'm so sorry."
He pointed to the official seal on the notice board.
"This is an environmental protection document issued directly by the city, and we are just following orders. It's a legal and compliant official document, and no one can violate the ecological red line."
"Overweight vehicles must return via the same route."
Wang Dagou's smile froze on his face.
"Bro, when did you download this file?"
The young man flipped through the folder: "Three days ago."
three days ago.
Wang Dagou clenched his fists.
Three days ago was the time when Jiang Chen ordered the convoy to assemble.
The moment the train was adjusted here, the weight limit bar was erected there.
The time card scores were perfect.
No need to guess, this was Chu Tiankuo's doing.
This bastard's specialty is using compliant policy provisions to cut off other people's lifelines without bloodshed.
He won't hit you or argue with you.
A piece of paper stamped with an official seal was enough to keep all the massive infrastructure materials for Jiangjia Village out of the door.
Want to bypass the Great Firewall? Sorry, it's legal and compliant.
Trying to force your way in? Sorry, your body camera is pointed at you. We'll impound your car and issue a fine – all in one go.
Pan Dahai jumped out of the driver's seat, his thin frame standing in front of the thigh-thick weight limit bar, craning his neck, looking like a Chihuahua barking at an elephant.
"You're doing this on purpose! You're targeting us!"
"Sir, we're not targeting anyone." The staff member shrugged. "There are cameras on the street, and the entire enforcement process is recorded. If you have any objections, you can pursue administrative review."
"Administrative review? How long would that take?"
"The normal process takes three to six months."
"Three to six months?!"
Pan Dahai was so angry that he jumped up and down, pointing at the convoy stretching for several kilometers behind him and yelling.
"These tens of thousands of tons of steel and equipment, are they just going to sit on the road for three to six months? By the time the approvals are finalized, the iron will have rusted away!"
The staff remained unmoved.
Cao Dachui also caught up from behind, shirtless, his muscular body glistening in the sunlight.
"Big Brother Gou! How about we take that broken pole apart?"
"Tear your head apart, my foot!"
Wang Dagou slapped him across the face.
"They have body cameras! If you take them down, you'll be charged with vandalism tomorrow! Those bastards from the Chu family will be thrilled!"
Cao Dachui scratched his head and fell silent.
Just then, the sound of leisurely hooves came from the sky.
"De de de—de de de—"
Old Zheng, leading his eight robust black donkeys, strolled leisurely along the side path.
He was wearing a straw hat and had a blade of grass in his mouth. He stopped and looked at the scene at the bridgehead.
"Hey, Brother Da Gou, what's wrong? Can't get through?"
Wang Dagou recounted the situation with a pained expression.
After hearing this, Old Zheng slapped his thigh and thumped his chest loudly.
"Don't worry! He restricts heavy trucks, not my donkey cart!"
He patted the head of the lead black donkey, full of pride.
"My eight donkeys can pull 500 jin (250 kg) in one cart! Even if we're just ants carrying food, we can still get the stuff back to Brother Chen!"
Wang Dagou looked back at the endless convoy behind him.
More than one hundred heavy trucks.
Total load capacity is tens of thousands of tons.
Then look at Zheng Laolv's eight black donkeys slowly chewing grass.
He waved his hand with a wry smile.
"Uncle Zheng, I appreciate your kindness. But even if you work these donkeys to a pulp, you still wouldn't finish pulling them in ten years."
Old Zheng was unconvinced and wanted to say something more.
Wang Dagou had already taken out his phone.
"Stop arguing. This is a matter for Brother Chen to decide."