The temperature is quite low on a cold winter night, but since the city has opened up the street stall economy at night, there has been an influx of street-occupying businesses and open-air eating.
With the increase in the flow of people on the road, the SWAT team has to work overtime patrols at night, resulting in a lot more tasks and operations.
Tonight, it was Chen Shu's turn to lead the class. I was busy at work, worrying about what I had and what I didn't have, so I decided to follow the night patrol team to go shopping on Park Road, which has the most prosperous street stall economy in the area.
Hanging red and blue alternating shoulder lamps, carrying newly issued 95 rifles, and walking in full array on the road, they attracted a lot of people's attention.
Occasionally, a child throws away his parents' hands, runs to the patrol team, and salutes to the SWAT officers in a serious manner. This serious look is really interesting.
Chen Shu, who led the team, naturally returned the gift seriously, giving the children the respect they deserved.
Halfway through, Chen Shu noticed that the brothers behind him were breathing heavily. There happened to be a hot drink stall next to him, so he stopped in line to buy a few cups and sit down to rest.
Ma Bowen shrank his neck and took a few sips of the hot soy milk in his hand before he felt warmer: "Chen Da, you are the only one in the whole brigade who dares to bring your brothers into this stall to eat, drink and rest in public. We treat you
The admiration is like a torrential river, endless!"
A buddy from the city next door stayed up late on duty and didn't even change into his casual clothes when he got off work. He wore his police uniform and sat down at a noodle shop to have breakfast.
The video was captured by passers-by and posted on Douyin, with the caption "Police eat noodles during working hours."
In an instant, the social impact was huge.
"Come on, drink your soy milk, there's so much nonsense." Chen lightly kicked the desk and said with a smile.
"Officer, the dried tofu is here!"
The boss put a lot of dried tofu skewers on an iron plate on the table.
"Thank you. Boss, how is your business?" Chen Shu asked casually while sharing the food among the team members.
"It's good! People come and go, and you can make a lot of money in one night!" The boss smiled happily.
Ma Bowen became interested and asked: "How much money can you make that night? Two or three hundred?"
The boss said nothing, but that meaningful smile said everything.
After the boss left, auxiliary policeman Yan Song sighed, "This soy milk costs 2 yuan a cup, and dried tofu costs 2 yuan a bunch. I can probably earn two to three hundred in one night. Hey, I don't even want to be a policeman anymore."
Ma Bowen vowed: "Look at the way he smiled just now, it must not stop!"
"How about we set up a stall at night in the future?"
"It seems that civil servants are not allowed to operate these profitable things."
"Brother Ma, you policemen have a lot of rules. From what I heard from my brothers in the station, I feel that you are not as cool as the little leaders on the street!"
"That's not true! A member of their department can become the leader of the department, holding some real power in his hands. Unlike us, even if he becomes the deputy director, he is actually just a deputy department."
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Chen Shu was happy to watch the discussion among the team members and did not participate in it. He sipped the soy milk slowly and waited until everyone had finished eating and drinking before he got up and went to the stall to find the boss to pay the bill.
The boss was reluctant to accept the payment at first, saying that since there were police patrols here, it would be much easier for them to do business.
Chen Shu laughed and did not answer the call. He scanned the payment code posted on the counter with his mobile phone and paid the amount.
Those who set up stalls on the roadside late at night earn hard-earned money, and this money is absolutely unavoidable.
When he resumed patrolling, Chen Shu heard a noise not far away. When he got closer, he saw that the accident was a roadside food stall pushing a cart of fried noodles. It should be the stall owner and a few diners.
disputes occurred.
There were also many people watching at this time.
People were walking after meals, having dinner, shopping, and there was even an old woman pushing a stroller outside, pushing her way into the crowd.
The little kid in the stroller leaned forward, holding on to the railings of the stroller with a pair of chubby little hands. His eyes widened and he looked around curiously.
Bagua is a spirit that goes deep into the bones of every Chinese. After all, starting two thousand years ago, you have to spend money to go to the theater, teahouses, and listen to books.
If you don't watch something that doesn't cost money, you will lose money. This is even more uncomfortable than letting them make money.
Chen Shu asked Ma Bowen, Yan Song and others to disperse the crowd standing outside, while he walked inside to prepare to mediate the dispute on the spot. This kind of thing was handled a lot at the Zhongshan Police Station, and the left and right sides were dealt with 50 times each.
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The worst thing he could do was to let the diners get away with the meal, so he used his late night snack money to buy a dozen or so barbecues for the team members on duty. This was also a happy ending for everyone involved.
If you can make peace with mud, make peace with mud. Although this sentence sounds like a derogatory term, in reality, it really echoes the old saying.
The less trouble, the better.
Not absolutely, just broadly speaking.
The owner of the stall is a middle-aged woman in her thirties or forties. She has an ordinary appearance, but there is a proud temperament between her eyebrows. Even though she is still arguing loudly with the diners, her tone and conversation are not like that.
An ordinary street vendor.
Although she is just a woman, she does not give in to the other party in any way.
The diners who were arguing with him looked like they were migrant workers who had just gotten off work. Except for the one who made the noise first, who was dressed slightly better and looked like a foreman, the others stood silently behind the foreman.
Chen Shu approached and separated the two groups of people further apart.
The foreman and the migrant workers sat angrily on the small tables and chairs set up by the stall on the roadside, banging the table and yelling that this matter was not over yet.
Chen Shu pulled the stall proprietress behind the cart, blocked the migrant workers from outside, and asked what happened.
It turned out that when the migrant workers were eating fried noodles, they found dead cockroaches in the beef soup that was served together, so they started a fight and asked the boss lady to pay for it.
The proprietress pointed her fingers and said plausibly: "These people also came to eat noodles last night. At that time, they said there were flying insects in the soup. I picked them out after looking at them for a few times and gave them a free meal. I thought I was treating the guests badly, so I still
I was specially given a plate of fried bean curd sticks.
"I didn't expect that when I was eating noodles tonight, I came back and said there were cockroaches. I couldn't guarantee whether there were cockroaches normally. But after what happened yesterday, I was very careful when I left the stall and looked inside and outside.
There are absolutely no cockroaches!"
The landlady said it sincerely, but Chen Shu couldn't judge this kind of thing in vain. After all, this person has a deep heart and cannot look at the surface.
Chen Shu comforted the landlady with a few words and persuaded her to put business first, or to waive the order first and let them leave quickly, so that she could continue to do this business.
The boss's wife saw the policeman who came and spoke kindly to her, and suddenly she wiped away tears. She was not at all as powerful as before when a woman blocked several big men alone.
The proprietress pointed to a row of dilapidated battery cars outside and choked up: "Comrade police, actually I had the same idea before. But they didn't want to, and they still made a fuss in the stall, saying they would have to pay for mental damage. I just
I suspect these guys are here to cause trouble, and I'm thinking about driving my stall away."
Chen Shu immediately came back to his senses: "Among the food stalls inside and outside here, do you think your business is the best?"
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At this moment, Chen Shu also became suspicious.
It stands to reason that this group of people came here last night and ate flying insects, and they came here for a late-night snack today. Ordinary people would naturally approve of the service and taste of this proprietress.
If you don’t approve, why would you come back a second time?
Unexpectedly, when they came here tonight, they immediately gave me a blow. Not only did they upgrade from flying insects to cockroaches, but they also directly imposed a mental damage fee.
It’s not easy for migrant workers to come out to work, and they don’t drink. After a tiring day, they rush home to rest. If the boss lady is willing to waive the bill, there is no reason to waste time on site.
Chen Shu turned around and leaned out half of his body to look outside the cart in the direction where the migrant workers were sitting.
At this time, there were no other customers in the stall. The migrant workers were sitting quietly on their chairs. Only the foreman stood emotionally on the roadside outside the stall, pointing his finger at the cart inside and shouting at the people passing by.
What are you yelling about?
It’s not a good thing to say anyway.
It stands to reason that if a cockroach is eaten, the migrant workers who work with them should share the same hatred. But sitting on the bench without saying a word, it looks more like going to work and dealing with the boss.
This inconsistent scene fell into Chen Shu's eyes, and he couldn't help but favor the landlady.