Luo Jian looked at Jun Xiaojun who was swaying out of the car, and couldn't help but feel worried again. The smell of alcohol on his body could smell to people from a long distance away, and the smell was just like someone who had just been soaked in a wine vat.
Same. It's just a dream for him to think about getting over it in this state!
Seeing him coming down, a fat, wretched-looking traffic policeman walked over hurriedly, gestured as a salute, and then said in an unceremonious tone: "Comrade, we are checking for drunk driving. Please cooperate."
Jun Xiaojun was also very enthusiastic. He held the traffic policeman's hand and said: "You did a good job in checking. These people who drive after drinking and ignore traffic laws and traffic safety should be investigated severely. Such lack of quality
I am also very disgusted with these people, so I would just send them all to prison."
The traffic policeman was stunned by his reaction. He said to himself that you smelled of alcohol and yet you were still making such sarcastic remarks. You were too nervous. We will wait and see what you say after the examination.
"Thank you for your cooperation, please blow here."
Want to see my jokes? I’m afraid you don’t have the ability! Jun Xiaojun looked at the traffic policeman’s gloating expression, feeling a burst of contempt in his heart.
"Okay, blow it here, right?" Jun Xiaojun said, blowing in a very cooperative manner. Then he smiled and waited to see the result.
The traffic policeman looked like he was dead. He took the breathalyzer and took a look at it, and a look of extreme surprise suddenly appeared on his face.
How is this possible? The result displayed on this instrument is actually normal. How come it cannot detect alcohol? The smell of alcohol on his body can even be smelled by people five meters away!
"What's the result? Is there alcohol in my breath?"
Jun Xiaojun asked deliberately. Of course he knew what the result would be. Just after he got off the car, he had already used his internal energy to force all the alcohol out of his body. Therefore, the smell of alcohol exuding from his body was worse than when he had just finished drinking.
It was thick, but the air exhaled from his body did not contain even a trace of alcohol.
When asked by Jun Xiaojun, the traffic policeman hesitated and said: "You... wait a minute, there is something wrong with this instrument,"
Faced with such unreasonable test results, he could only attribute it to an instrument failure. Still unwilling to give up, he returned to the service office over there and brought two more testers.
"Aim here and blow hard." The traffic policeman looked at him and said.
Jun Xiaojun smiled slightly, and then asked deliberately: "Is there any problem with this instrument?"
Hearing his question, the traffic policeman urged anxiously: "Of course, blow it quickly."
Jun Xiaojun blew hard again in a "cooperative" manner. When the traffic policeman saw that he had finished blowing, he immediately took it over and took a look. The expression on his face turned out to be even uglier than before.
Jun Xiaojun pretended not to see his expression, but still asked expectantly: "What's the result?"
The fat traffic policeman wiped the sweat from his face and checked this man twice. If he found something wrong, it would be fine. If he couldn't find something wrong, then he would have a big problem. Even though this man's attitude was
Very good, but they drive a Bentley!
Although the Shanghai market is full of luxury cars, there are definitely not many that drive a Bentley sports car worth tens of millions. I wish I had just let him go.
The fat man was extremely conflicted, but now he could only bite the bullet and continue. He looked at Jun Xiaojun with great confusion. He did smell of alcohol on his body, but why couldn't he detect it?
Unable to think of a reason, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and try again. He heard him say: "There was something wrong with this just now. You can try blowing on this again." He handed over the other instrument he just brought over.
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Jun Xiaojun is not in a hurry, he is fine now anyway, and he doesn't want to go back to Qiu's house so early. After all, he didn't think about how to deal with it after what happened.
Just tease this guy here and relieve his boredom with the traffic policeman on duty, so as to prevent this policeman who looks like a bad guy from harming other driver brothers.
He blinked, and then asked in a very strange tone: "It's already the third time. It won't be bad again this time, right?"
The traffic policeman was unsure now. He glanced down and said, "Yes, no problem, just blow it."
Jun Xiaojun smiled meaningfully at him, and then blew hard in a very cooperative manner. But this time the result seemed to be different from what the traffic police thought.
Because his face was already green and the sweat on his head was pouring out, I didn't know what he should do next.
Holding the instrument in his hand, he now felt that the alcohol detector was a bit hot. Why were he so mean, insisting on catching someone, and what should he do now? He carefully looked up at Jun Xiaojun, and saw that
The other person doesn't have a meaningful smile.
Is it possible that he did all this on purpose? Thinking about this, the fat traffic policeman became even more frightened. He could kill himself with just a few fingers. It was ridiculous that he wanted to take advantage of him.
Thinking of this, he had no other thoughts, and now he could only apologize quickly.
"Brother, I just made a mistake at work and delayed you for so long. I'm really sorry. I hope you will..."
Come on, there’s no need to play anymore. This guy is too timid. He just changed three instruments and it’s all gone. Isn’t there a big box over there? Really. Jun Xiaojun thought with great dejection. He was so worried about this guy.
He was a little dissatisfied that the traffic police had let him go so hastily. But since he had already apologized, there was no need for him to quarrel with a police officer, so he waved his hand and returned to the car.
At this time, the papers in the car were full of doubts. She had been paying attention to the situation just now, but the development of the matter was beyond her imagination. The traffic police instrument actually malfunctioned, and it happened three times in a row.
Could it be that he was really told by his own crow’s mouth?
Of course she didn't believe this, but just when she was about to ask, she saw Jun Xiaojun answer the phone, and then his expression became extremely serious.
Did something happen?
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