Di San Volume Three Major Communities

At noon, Lao Cao drove his patrol car over to relieve his shift and brought Li Chui a beef rice bowl. Seeing Li Chui's left hand wrapped in a bandage, he asked with concern: "Xiao Li, what's wrong with your hand?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I had a flat tire on the road. I wanted to repair it, but I accidentally hit my hand. []" Li Chui pointed directly at the Suzuki motorcycle with the front wheel flattened outside.

Lao Cao smiled slightly and said: "I don't know why you offended the police chief. This car is almost scrapped, but I didn't expect it to be driven by you. How about this? I know there is a car repair shop around here. Where is the owner?

You know, I have time to fix it for you in the afternoon."

"Thank you very much, Uncle Cao. I have time to treat you to a drink tonight."

Lao Cao looked at Yang Cai'er who came in from the outside and said, "Forget it, I'm an old man. It will be difficult for you to communicate with me. You go ahead."

When Yang Cai'er saw Li Chui finishing his meal, he said, "Let's go. I'll take you to Aolin Garden. We'll pass by the school and there are a few streets ahead."

Li Chui looked at the time and said, "Sister, please wait a moment. There is a nice resident in Huzeyuan who wants to take the initiative to clean up the garbage in the old city. I think he is quite sincere, so I agreed."

Yang Cai'er was very surprised and said: "People from Huzeyuan are willing to go to the old city to clean up? No, right."

"We'll find out in a moment." Li Chui said and continued to browse the latest news on the website.

After a while, Huang Mao came in carrying a broom and a mop: "Officer, what do you want to do?"

Lao Cao and Yang Cai'er looked up, their faces full of disbelief. They had been here for a long time and naturally knew that this yellow-haired man was lazy and often hung out with gangsters. He also pursued Yang Cai'er. Yang Cai'er had no idea about this matter.

He was very angry, and his memory was still fresh. He, who was usually very arrogant, looked like a pug in front of Li Chui, and his hair was dyed black.

"Well, Uncle Cao, senior sister, his name is Zhao Liang. You should all know him. He was originally a little hooligan. After my earnest instruction all morning, he decided to change his ways and start from scratch to make a little contribution to the community and the people.

Isn’t that right, Zhao Liang?”

Zhao Liang nodded repeatedly: "Yes, officer Li is right, I want to change my ways." As he said that, he started cleaning the police area.

Li Chui waved his hand and said: "Not here, come with me."

When Zhao Liang followed Li Chui and Yang Cai'er to the old city and saw the garbage and leftovers on the ground, with the buzzing green-headed moon above, he almost vomited.

"Clean up this place." Li Chui said, pointing to the Tongzi Building in the old city: "There are five floors in total, and the floors on each floor are mopped clean, so it can be used as a mirror to look at."

Zhao Liang almost collapsed. He usually took a detour to clean this place. It was worse than eating flies. But when he saw Li Chui's black face, he didn't dare to resist. He took the broom, pinched his nose and started to clean up the mess of dogs on the ground.

shit.

Yang Cai'er looked at Li Chui curiously, and the two of them got into the patrol car, wondering: "'Kobe,' how did you do it? Zhao Liang has a rich family, is uneducated, and is always lazy. How could he take the initiative?"

You must have done something to sweep the floor here? What happened to your hands?"

Li Chui smiled and lit up a cigarette, puffed it out gently and let it blow in the wind, free and natural. His face was filled with the unique vitality of young people and his confidence in the future, but his eyes were full of rich content.

He looks like a melancholy poet and a general fighting on his back.

Yang Cai'er's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she quickly looked away, vaguely feeling that this guy seemed to be a little bit handsome.

Li Chui always felt that a man should retain a sense of mystery in front of women, so as to fully arouse women's curiosity and interest in him. He scratched his short hair and said in a full baritone: "Cai'er

, when men do things, you better not ask any more questions."

"Ugh - you really think you are Feng Zihan, you don't look like him at all." Yang Caier said with a smile.

"Who is Feng Zihan?" Li Chui asked curiously.

Yang Cai'er was slightly contemptuous and said: "You did it on purpose? Feng Zihan didn't even know it. He is the most popular star now. He and Zhang Meishan are known as the film and television couple, and they are very popular."

"Haha, is that so? I remember that his name wasn't Feng Zihan before." Li Chui suddenly remembered that three years ago, he had just graduated from college and was drinking in a bar. A singer was singing seriously on the stage, and then he was beaten by several kids.

When a gangster is looking for trouble, it's better to go and help yourself. Remember to mention his name is Feng Jiamin, and also mention his name is Feng Shihan, saying that one day he will become famous and he will repay his kindness.

A lot of time had passed, and Li Chui only had this little impression, but didn't take it seriously.

The patrol car drove to a street that looked full of antique charm. The street was very narrow and there were antique stalls on both sides.

Yang Cai'er introduced: "This is a famous antique street in Shenhai. There are shops on both sides, all of which are for buying antiques, jade, porcelain and so on. Those who set up stalls are old youtiao who can't afford to rent a store and often hang out in the antique industry.

, very cunning, the municipal government does not allow street vendors to set up stalls and obstruct traffic. There are very few crackdowns. Once the crackdowns are over, people come again and it is difficult to control them. We only manage patrols and public security, and do not care about other things."

As he said that, he parked the patrol car on the street and said, "Let's go down and take a walk, and then go to Aolin Garden."

Li Chui has a little bit of interest in antiques. During his college days, apart from fighting, he paid special attention to two things, one was antiques and the other was lottery tickets. His mind was full of fantasies, hoping that he would find it in some inconspicuous corner that day.

A broken earthen jar is then featured on a TV show and is viewed by experts and identified as a rare item from that dynasty. It is worth several million or even tens of millions. Or you can buy a lottery ticket and win five million, which will solve your urgent need.

But these are just fantasies and have never been realized.

It's right to think about it. There are hundreds of millions of people who buy lottery tickets, and only a handful of them win. After graduation, Li Chui never bought a lottery ticket again, because he realized clearly that he was not one of those hundreds of millions.

I have never been exposed to antiques. I once bought a blue and white porcelain from the Qin Dynasty from a blind man for 500 yuan. The blind man told him that it was worth 5 million.

Li Chui was in high spirits and felt that he had a huge sum of money. He asked many friends to find an antiquities dealer. When he heard about it, he laughed and said: "The Qin Dynasty only had earthen jars, and there were porcelain there. I didn't understand the most basic history. How could I play with it?"

fart."

Li Chui was greatly shocked. Later he found out that the porcelain was sold in Liulichang at thirty yuan apiece and fifty yuan for two. From then on, he hated blind men, fortune tellers, monks, Taoist priests, etc.

, these people are just pretentious and deceitful. If they really have something good, they will sell it for 500 yuan worth 5 million yuan without keeping it. This is ridiculously fake, but it also captures people's greed for money.
Chapter completed!