from the North toll station of Ji'nan to a toll booth, a long corridor, filled with service posters on both sides of the station, has several Zhang Haibao's figures. When she walked this corridor, she skipped like a child, and saw her poster always unable to stop and wipe the dust out of the glass with her hands.
1 meters square toll booth is Lu's 8 hour working circle. In the past 8 hours, they almost live without electricity. They can't bring cell phones, can't eat, and can't surf the Internet. At the top of her head was a huge monitoring head. Smiles and services were all they had in the 8 hours. When the traffic flow is weaving, she keeps repeating a whole set of actions: smile two, nod two, turn around, pick up card, pay, change money, change