Then, with a smile on his face, Feng Shan called out to the drivers.
"Fellas, I need a big rig to haul a load to Sagewang. Anyone interested in the job?"
The diner fell silent for a moment, as if time itself had frozen. All eyes were fixed on Feng Shan.
Then, as if a powder keg had been lit, the whole diner erupted.
The drivers started talking over one another, all throwing questions at Feng Shan.
"Buddy, you're going to Sagewang? That dump has been empty for ages. What kind of cargo are you hauling?" a driver with a full beard asked loudly, his eyes full of confusion.
"It's over 300 kilometers from Levingood to Sagewang. What're you offering?" another, burly driver chimed in, more concerned about the pay.
Another red-faced driver stood up and confidently quoted a price, not forgetting to glance around as if to challenge his colleagues. "10,000 US Dollar. I can make the run. How about it?"
