The afternoon sun in Dongzhou was slightly warm, and the green leaves were rustling in the SWAT compound. It was a leisurely day.
In the guard building at the entrance of the compound, a small attic was built, which was regarded as an independent office set up by brigade captain Li Da for Comrade Chen Chuan, who was assigned by the city bureau.
After all, this guy goes to work every day without clocking in, and plays with his mobile phone unscrupulously while sitting in the office. He is afraid of affecting the new comrades, so I built a "paradise" for him.
The best thing about this office is that there is a small open space next to it, where a few shelves were originally placed for temporary express delivery.
In order to allow Chen Chuan to settle down, Li Da cleared away the shelves in this small place with a wave of his hand, leaving a small open space just for Chen Chuan to park his car.
When he goes to work, he slides his shiny Panamera in, opens and closes the car door, turns around, and goes to the office on the second floor. When he gets off work, he can just walk a few steps downstairs and drive home.
It is a simple and convenient one.
With Li Da's painstaking efforts, Chen Chuan, the so-called cadre sent from the city bureau, was truly isolated from the other members of the brigade, so that others would not be infected with the idle habits of the young man from the city bureau.
Of course, Chen Chuan was also very happy. But since the border guards came here, there was another good friend in the loft, Zhu Yiba.
Before going upstairs, I heard Chen Chuan sighing heavily at the top of the stairs: "Hey, we are all working hard to live."
When he went upstairs, he saw Chen Chuan scrolling through Douyin. Chen Shu laughed and scolded: "It's true that Zhu Yiba and I are working hard to live. You, a young man, are also working hard to live? Are you working hard to pick up girls?"
After saying that he was not polite, Chen Shu went up and pulled the video in Chen Chuan's hand to the front and started watching it again.
The text at the beginning of the short video is quite eye-catching.
"Too unreasonable: if you set up a street stall, the police will directly fine you 10,000 yuan!"
Chen Shu was quite surprised. Isn’t setting up street stalls a matter that the urban management should take care of? Why was it the police’s turn to impose a fine? This fine would cost tens of thousands of yuan.
After reading it slowly, I realized that this was something that happened in a beautiful country, except that the lady running the stall was Chinese or of Chinese origin, and the police enforcing the law happened to be of Asian appearance, and both of them spoke Mandarin.
If he hadn't been a colleague, he would have clearly seen at first glance that the video was in a police uniform, and he would have shown his strength as a keyboard warrior based on the title.
Let me add here that the police uniforms of the beautiful country are exactly the opposite of those of the Chinese country.
In China, whether they are security guards or urban management officers, they all like to match the appearance of their uniforms to those of police officers, trying to make it as similar as possible. If there were no laws and regulations there, these people might be happy to just wear police uniforms.
Put it on my body.
In the beautiful country, it's just the opposite. Let alone different occupations, the uniforms of police, state police, city police, and town police in a state may be different.
Police badges vary from state to state. Maybe they are too traditional this year and they may be replaced tomorrow, which is not stable.
The root of the difference between the two countries is that the police system of the beautiful country is a bottom-up establishment process, while the police system of the Chinese country is created from the top down.
Chen Chuan had watched part of the video before, so he didn't watch it again. He sat on the sidelines, still angry, slapping his thighs and lamenting the difficulties of those at the bottom.
After reading Chen Shu, he threw his cell phone to Chen Chuan: "Come here as soon as you open your mouth. Setting up stalls on the sidewalk is not allowed in any country. These vendors like to go to places with many people. If they are all
No matter, let alone the cars, the traffic jam will be so heavy that no one can even leave."
Chen Chuan chuckled: "In this beautiful country that values freedom, I believe it is allowed!"
Chen Shu suspected that he had heard wrongly, so he took back the mobile phone that had been thrown in front of Chen Chuan, looked at it again, smiled, and put the mobile phone with the screen reversed into Chen Chuan's hand.
"Look clearly, we are in the beautiful country in the video!"
Chen Chuan took the phone again, looked at it silently for a while, and then quietly locked the screen.
After thinking for a while, he said calmly: "I'm sorry, I read it wrong. I mean, you should abide by the local laws no matter where you are. Look, the considerate stall aunt, she was not messy at all when she was handled by the police.
Accepting the punishment obediently, this attitude is very worthy of recognition."
Chen Shu laughed and scolded: "It's a pity that you don't become a public intellectual. Double standards! If this matter were released in China, it would definitely be a hot search on the entire Internet."
Chen Chuan waved his hand seriously and said: "I'm not joking, I'm just talking about the matter."
"The problem is, the police over there really know how to shoot!"
Standing on the edge and watching the performance of the two police officers, our dear border guard brother Comrade Zhu Yiba revealed the secret in one word.
It was almost time. Chen Shu said hello and was about to go back to the office.
When he went upstairs, he stopped by the general office on the second floor and took a look around. He saw Xu Mingliang, who was about to be transferred to the police station due to his age, with his laptop open and the QQ login interface on the desktop.
As a former No. 1 platoon bomber in Dongzhou after working for more than ten years.
In an era when there was no high technology, no mechanical equipment, and only the courage to detonate explosives with bare hands, such a dedicated policeman with blood and skills, his final destination turned out to be just a community policeman in a remote suburban police station.
Although this is also taken care of by the organization and can be regarded as a good position for elderly care, it still gives people the illusion that the hero is in his twilight years.
Chen Shu thought for a while, knocked on the door and walked into the office, thinking of chatting a few more words while they were still at work.
"Brother Xu, what are you doing?"
Xu Mingliang didn't look back. He stared straight at the computer desktop in front of him. He clicked his tongue and sighed: "I'm getting older. I want to find some photos I took in the SWAT detachment and put them in QQ space. But this password
I lost it and couldn’t remember it all of a sudden.”
"QQ password?" Chen Shu frowned and thought for a while, then said with a wry smile, "I seem to have forgotten what my password is. By the way, it should be very convenient to retrieve the password."
Xu Mingliang raised his eyes, crossed the upper frame of the laptop screen, looked at the young man sitting opposite, who had just joined the SWAT team, and suddenly asked:
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Fat Ding, what is your dream?"
Fatty Ding, who was eating biscuits, was stunned and replied: "Be a policeman?"
The pitch is upward.
Obviously, he himself didn't have much confidence in this issue.
Chen Shu bent down and read the text on the computer screen word by word: "Statement, question: What is your dream?"
He was stunned for a moment, then turned around and asked: "Brother Xu, this is your QQ password prompt. Did you ask Xiao Ding to the wrong person?"
Xu Mingliang touched his nose and gave a short smile: "It has been more than ten years, and I have long forgotten what I filled in at that time. I tried several times but nothing was right, so I wanted to try with Fatty Ding."
Fatty Ding realized that his previous unconfident answer was a bit embarrassing, and now he moved closer to the two of them, curiously asking: "Brother Xu, what did you interview before?"
Xu Mingliang's eyes were calm and there was no deliberate pretense. After all, given his experience of lying flat in the team at his age, there was really no need to be as serious as he was when he was young.
He said calmly: "Money, beauty, house, traveling around the world, but the answers are all wrong. Come on, Fatty Ding, come here and give it a try. Let me see what are the dreams of you young people?"
Fatty Ding scratched his scalp, but was too embarrassed to refuse Big Brother, so he moved over slowly and fiddled with it for a long time before typing out a single word.
"Young...English teacher? You're such a handsome and thick bear and you still want to be a teacher? You're just about the same as a physical education teacher. Hey, handsomeness probably has nothing to do with you. Is there something missing so you want to make up for something..." Xu Mingliang curled his lips
, teasing casually.
Chen Shu suddenly understood the loneliness in Xu Mingliang's eyes: What was missing was not a password, it should be the original dream.
He said sincerely: "Brother Xu, I think if you find the answer to this question, it may be more valuable than your QQ number."
Xu Mingliang's eyes were calm, and he just silently took out a crumpled cigarette case from his pocket.
At this moment, the intercom hanging on Chen Shu's shoulder suddenly rang.
The brigade leader's walkie-talkie usually doesn't ring. If anything happens, everyone is used to contacting them by phone. But when it does ring, it means something big has happened.
"Emergency dispatch!"
"Xiao Ding, count the number of people and equipment. Xu Mingliang, take people to the gun warehouse to get guns immediately."
"Everybody move!"
The sound of splashing lasted for a while, and then the whole floor and even the whole building became quiet.
The "wow wah wah" sirens that suddenly came from outside the window were getting softer and softer, getting farther and farther away.
A few rays of sunlight streamed in from the window, reflecting on the laptop with the screen still on.
At this time, there was only one word left on the answer box for password appeal: