Time passed very quickly. After Chen Shu read all the transcripts and related video surveillance, it was already noon.
Although it was already early autumn, Zhu Chaoran was sweating profusely when he returned to the office after completing his investigation, but he found no clues about the case.
Chen Shu patted Zhu Chaoran, who was soaked and slightly depressed, and said with emotion: "Sweat will not be in vain, these are all experiences. Let's go and eat first. In the afternoon I will take you to the flea market to find a professional
People ask.”
As soon as Zhu Chaoran heard the word "eat", his negative emotions were swept away, and he walked to the cafeteria with his chubby body.
Chen Shu, who was standing behind, once suspected that Zhu Chaoran was sweating all over because he was tired in order to catch up with the meal.
The cafeteria of the Zhongshan Police Station is one of the main battlegrounds for instructor Zeng Hong’s declaration. Every time it is his turn to speak at a general meeting in the station, he will talk about the recent situation in the cafeteria. Sometimes he talks privately with the police about the food and hygiene in the cafeteria.
Let’s talk about one of the projects.
Before Zeng Hong came to Zhongshan Institute, there was a joke circulating in the institute:
When eating in the workplace, the soup is placed in a large bucket on the side, and it is up to everyone to weigh it. So when making soup, many people try their best to fish out the meat in the soup. Basically, only the first few people can fish out the meat, and the ones behind can fish out the meat.
The only thing left for people is soup.
An old policeman commented jokingly: "This boiled water tastes good with a little salt."
One time, this old policeman took someone to a bank to do business and had lunch in their cafeteria.
They also made their own soup, but there was obviously a lot of meat in their soup, which was visible to the naked eye. In order to show that he was not a greedy person, the old policeman only made one piece of pork ribs.
Just as he was about to leave, the vegetable cook next to him became angry: "You guys only cook the soup, not the meat. Who will eat the meat? People can't be too selfish!"
While the old policeman was still disheveled in the wind, other policemen who were accompanying him filled a bowl of ribs and yams and went to eat under the uncle's approving gaze.
Back at home, this wonderful story was spread like a dream for a while.
Nowadays, the second-in-command and political officer of the Zhongshan Police Station pays so much attention to him, so the cafeteria has naturally become everyone's paradise. Every time lunch or dinner is approaching, the corridor is filled with laughter and laughter.
All the more than 60 policemen of the Zhongshan Institute are provided with food and accommodation. The leaders, civilian policemen, and cooperating policemen all have their meals in the canteen. The only small canteen is mainly used for receptions.
The canteen adopts a meal-sharing system. There are five meat and five vegetables on the dining table, one soup and one fruit. Each diner has one meal. In principle, each person has two meat and two vegetables with soup and fruit. You can choose and enjoy it by yourself.
Generally speaking, everyone will consciously order two meats and two vegetables. After all, if you order more, others will have less or even none. Especially in grassroots law enforcement units such as police stations, the on-duty officers and case investigators will not wait until the meal is served.
Nothing but normal things.
But every time when the meal comes to an end, the cafeteria lady will carry the iron basin of leftovers and use her superb spooning skills to walk to the table and give everyone more food.
But in this case, everyone in the unit has almost arrived.
Today, Zhu Chaoran was the first to queue up for dinner, and lived up to expectations by ordering four meat dishes, namely Dongpo pork (two pieces), crispy chicken drumsticks, and fish-flavored shredded pork.
Feeling contented.
The aunt in the cafeteria couldn't stand it, so she squeezed a spoonful of cabbage out of the four meat dishes. Privately, the aunt also complained to Chen Shu about Zhu Chaoran's bad diet. However, Zhu Chaoran had a sweet mouth, so in the end he still used the aunt's words.
The spoon ends.
The two of them had lunch and went straight to the Dongzhou City Secondhand Goods Disposal Market without taking a lunch break in the office.
After four relocations, as the oldest trading market in Dongzhou City, the second-hand goods trading market in Dongzhou City is no longer what it used to be.
More than twenty years ago, Chen Shu followed his cousin to the market to buy game cartridges. At that time, although the market was dilapidated, the roads were narrow and full of garbage, it was crowded and bustling.
Any space on the roadside was packed with goods. And the faces of the people on the street, whether they were shops or buyers, were filled with happiness.
Unlike now, there are only a few pedestrians on the six or seven-meter-wide road. The shop fronts are tall and exquisite, but the bosses or workers inside are just sitting and talking on their mobile phones to get by.
Chen Shu and Zhu Chaoran came to the market, entered the gate, walked through several small streets in the market, and went straight to a shop located in an extremely remote place in the market.
The gatekeeper, the main business should be the buying and selling of second-hand battery cars.
Before entering, Chen Shu whispered: "When you get inside, just watch and listen, don't talk."
"Brother Shu, I listen to you." Zhu Chaoran nodded.
When the two of them entered the store, a middle-aged man who looked like a boss came up to them quickly, nodded and bowed:
"Leader, what's the matter?"
Chen Shu glanced at his chubby figure and said with a smile: "Boss Zheng, why, we have been friends for so many years. Why can't we come to your place for a sip of tea?"
Boss Zheng, whose real name is Zheng Tianyou, is in his forties. A few years ago, when Chen Shu was investigating a series of battery-car theft cases by a gang, he happened to be one of the main stolen goods collectors of the gang.
At that time, it was difficult to obtain evidence on subjective intent, and when obtaining evidence for the gang's criminal behavior, Boss Zheng also knew everything, which contributed to the smooth conclusion of the criminal suspect's case.
So after reporting to his superiors, Chen Shu acquitted him and made him an informant.
Boss Zheng nodded like a fool: "Come on, come on, two leaders, please don't stand at the door. Please sit in the office inside."
Chen Shu and Zhu Chaoran were led by Boss Zheng to a small room at the back of the store.
The three of them sat at the tea table and chairs in the small room in order of priority.
Chen Shu took out his cigarettes, pulled out two of them, first put one in front of Boss Zheng who was busy making tea, and then handed one to Zhu Chaoran.
After Boss Zheng gave the brewed tea to several people, Chen Shu took out a lighter and prepared to light the three people's cigarettes.
Boss Zheng waved his hand and refused to answer, and said hastily: "No, no, I have it. I have it."
Chen Shu freed up his right hand and pressed down on his forearm, smiling and lighting it anyway.
He took a puff of the cigarette, slowly puffed it out a few times, touched his chin, and said with a smile:
"I haven't seen you, Boss Zheng, for a while. Business is booming! There's an extra tea table in this office. What's wrong? Are there a lot of people coming here recently? You see, I'm very familiar with this tea-making technique.
"
Boss Zheng's expression paused, and his chubby face showed surprise: "No, no business. Leader, look at my door, and you are like a bird! This is where my tea table is placed, so that I can drink tea and keep healthy.
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He couldn't understand the meaning of Chen Shu's words, and he hesitated to answer. He felt something was wrong if he didn't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything.