Chapter 3 You Need a Driver's License to Drive

In fact, driving an armored car wasn't difficult. On the contrary, because it had strong horsepower, it was quite easy to drive.

The few people standing in the yard like dumb geese watched as Jack "roared" the armored car up, then adjusted the direction, turned the steering wheel a few times, and parked the car steadily in the parking space. They were immediately filled with admiration.

Jack got out of the car and walked to the back. He opened the rear door and then the safe on the car. When performing this series of actions, Jack seemed very proficient, which once again left Henry and Tom stunned.

"You're even doing the cashier's job?" Tom looked at Jack as if he was meeting him for the first time and asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Jack started loading the money boxes onto the car and took the time to retort, "Is this difficult? Isn't it something that you can learn just by looking at it?"

Tom quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no. That's not what I meant. I'm saying that according to the regulations, those who hold a gun don't touch the money, and those who handle the money don't touch the gun, right?"

Jack looked at Tom, who was standing by and doing nothing to help, and said directly to him, "Since when have we been so particular about these distinctions? Look at these money boxes. I have trouble lifting them. What do you expect her to do?"

The female cashier who was riding along gave Jack a grateful look. Just as Tom was about to retort, Henry couldn't stand it anymore and shouted at him, "You're standing here like a lord. If you're not going to work, that's fine, but what are you yelling about?"

"No, Chief Henry. Didn't you ask us to abide by the regulations? It's not—"

"What's not? Don't you see what time it is? Do you really want to mess things up?"

Tom was silenced and quickly started helping to load the money boxes.

After a while, more than a dozen money boxes were loaded. But at this moment, the few of them were worried again. According to the regulations, it required a two-person armed escort, and someone also had to stay on duty in the bank. Today, it was originally supposed to be Jack and Tom on the escort, and Henry on duty. But the driver didn't come, and Jack was going to drive, so there was one less person for the escort.

The few of them discussed it, and finally, Henry took Jack's ammunition belt and got on the car with a dark face.

The journey went smoothly. After delivering the money to more than a dozen savings offices located all over the city, Jack drove back to the unit.

Henry received a call in the car, then got out of the car with a dark face and went straight to the president's office. After Tom got out of the car, he went upstairs to the duty room. Jack didn't get out of the car because he had to drive the armored car back to the underground garage, while the female cashier deliberately dawdled and fell behind.

Jack knew her, but he had forgotten her name. During the whole journey, because Henry was in the car, the few of them hardly talked, so Jack didn't have a chance to find out what her name was.

At this moment, Jack really wanted to have a chat with her, but he didn't know where to start. Just as Jack turned to look at her, she spoke first, "Jack, you can drive?"

Jack smiled and nodded.

"I remember that you and I joined the bank on the same day. At that time, you didn't say that you could drive."

"I hadn't even touched a gun before, but now I'm working as an escort, aren't I?"

The female cashier smiled and then got out of the car. Jack looked at her slender back and thought for a while. Especially when he thought of the small mole next to her fair left ear, which was jokingly called a "beauty mark" when she got out of the car just now, he suddenly remembered what this woman's name was.

"Emily." Jack called out to that back.

The female cashier turned around and said with a smile, "You can just call me Amy."

Oh, Emily Tan. Jack finally knew her name.

Jack parked the car and returned to the duty room. He saw that Tom was eating a donut and drinking coffee. Because of Henry, Jack and Tom hadn't been able to eat in the car. Henry had said, "Jack is driving without a license, which is already wrong. If he drives while eating and drinking, it will be even more wrong."

So, the coffee and donuts were brought back to the duty room by Tom.

Jack took a sip of the coffee and found that it was still warm, but the donut was already cold and had lost its crispy texture.

Tom said while eating, "The person who sold the coffee had already watered it down once. I watered it down again just now. This coffee is almost like plain water with a bit of coffee flavor."

"All right, all right. Where do you get so many complaints? It's good enough to have something to eat."

"Isn't it? Try it. This coffee has no taste at all."

The two of them chatted and ate, and soon finished this simple breakfast.

After breakfast, it was customary to make coffee. This was Tom's habit, and Jack, who had only been working with him for a short time, had also been influenced by him and developed this habit.

Just as the two cups of coffee were made, the phone rang. Tom answered the phone, listened for a while, and then handed the receiver to Jack.

As soon as Jack put the receiver to his ear, he heard Henry shouting inside, "Come to my office."

Jack couldn't figure out what Henry wanted from him and quickly went to the chief's office on the same floor.

As soon as he entered Henry's office, Henry surprisingly stood up with a smile and warmly invited Jack to sit down.

Jack felt flattered. However, in his memory, this Henry had stomach cancer, and it seemed that the disease had started around this time.

"Chief, how's your stomach?" Jack blurted out this sentence out of the blue, even surprising himself.

Henry was taken aback for a moment and then said, "Even you can tell? My stomach has really been hurting recently— Let's not talk about this. I called you here to tell you that the president praised you, saying that you were decisive in handling the matter and didn't delay anything."

Jack smiled and said, "Is that all? It's nothing. It was just a piece of cake."

Henry waved his hand and said, "The president also said that since you can drive, he asked me to pull some strings and get you a driver's license."

Jack was taken aback for a moment and then smiled again. He thought to himself that this was 1999, and Henry could actually get him a driver's license.

"I've already called my comrade-in-arms. You prepare three photos and then go to the vehicle management office to find this person."

As he spoke, Henry handed Jack a business card.

Jack took the business card and looked at it. It was the business card of a deputy director of the vehicle management office. Jack put the business card in his chest pocket and said jokingly, "Chief, if you get me a driver's license, does that mean that driving will be my job from now on?"

Henry didn't say yes or no. He just said, "Little Brian had an accident this morning. The president's intention is to fire him, or at least give him a probation within the bank. Don't spread this around. It's still confidential for now."

Jack quickly nodded seriously and said, "I will definitely keep it a secret. But what happened to Little Brian?"

Henry looked at the door and then told Jack that Little Brian, the armored car driver, had driven another car from the bank out to drink last night without permission. As a result, he had a serious traffic accident, and then he fled the scene. After that, he drove off the road, and both he and the car were trapped in a ditch, and he was caught red-handed by the traffic police.

"The people in the office have already gone to deal with this matter. I'm afraid Little Brian will have to face a lawsuit. The president said that no matter how this matter turns out, Little Brian can't drive anymore."

Upon hearing this, Jack cursed countless swear words in his heart. He had shown off a bit, and as a result, he had made himself an alternative driver for the armored car.

"Of course, the bank will arrange for someone else to drive the armored car. As for you, you can only be on standby. This is the president's intention. You have to perform well and strive for progress."

Jack was relieved. He thought to himself that this was more or less reasonable. Once he had a driver's license, he could drive with confidence. At this time, private cars hadn't been popularized yet, and there weren't many people who could drive. Being able to drive was quite an advantage for him.

So, Jack said, "Chief, don't worry. I will definitely perform well and never let you or the president down."