At 10:30 p.m., Lingda Car Ferry was still brightly lit.
As two large trucks passed through the toll gate and drove onto the ferry under the direction of the terminal staff, Zhang Mingyuan finally let out a sigh of relief.
During holidays and festivals, the number of vehicles crossing the river would surge.
An hour ago, the line of vehicles waiting to cross the river was nearly a kilometer long.
He had been checking vehicles with three auxiliary police since 8 a.m., busily working to the point of skipping dinner. Just as he was about to ask his equally exhausted colleagues to warm up dinner in the police office and then rest, Old Ding drove up in his jeep.
It's often said that times change every thirty years. These past few years really have seen tremendous shifts.
