Back at the SWAT brigade station, Yan Song approached Li Yun, a fat man who was also an auxiliary police officer, and calculated his income with his fingers.
"Fat Li, you see, we get 4,200 yuan every month. We discount the five insurances and one fund into 1,300 yuan, and the 13 yuan salary at the end of the year is spread out to 300 yuan per month, plus the year-end bonus of 8,000 yuan."
The distribution is about 600 per month.
"If you calculate it this way, the total we have to work hard for a month is 65,000. Tsk tsk, we might as well stand on the roadside selling tofu skewers. Do you think we should just set up a stall while we are off work?"
Li Yun quickly glanced at the door: "What if the leader catches me?"
Yan Song squinted his eyes and said with a comprehensive expression: "The police have regulations not to engage in such profitable transactions. We are the cooperative police and have no control over it!"
Li Yun was persuaded, but he was still a little confused: "It's not good if the leaders see it. It's easy for them to resign us, and they don't need any excuses or laws and regulations."
Yan Song clapped his hands with an expression that said, "You are a pig. Let's wait and see for a few days. If we don't make money, we will stop immediately. Who can catch us? I don't believe in our luck."
It was so bad that the stall was discovered just a few days after it opened!
"If we can make money, we will continue to do it! If we are caught, the worst we can do is take off our clothes and leave, and concentrate on our street stall business. Maybe there will even be a street stall 'Ma Yun'!"
Li Yun frowned and thought for a long time, then shook his chubby head: "Although our salary is not high, we really don't have much work. I think this job is quite good, and I don't want to be fired."
"You! Hey!"
Yan Song was so angry that he turned his chair and stopped talking to Li Yun.
Thump thump thump.
Internal clerk Zou Qing opened the door of the office and walked in with a smile: "Xiao Yanzi, Chen Da said that he bought a lot of late-night snacks and they are all here with you. I'll come over and take one back."
Yan Song, who was furious when he saw Zou Qing, the only female police officer in the team, immediately put on a smile, opened the small cabinet under the table and took out a portion of fried noodles and beef soup.
"Zou Qing, this is the biggest portion I've left for you! Compared with the one on the table, is it much heavier?" Yan Song said as he prepared to open the plastic bag, looking at it to let Zou Qing keep it.
eat here.
Zou Qing took the supper: "Hehe, I can't eat so much, so it's better to leave the smallest portion for me. But thank you, Xiao Yanzi!"
With that said, he walked out.
Yan Song hesitated and asked in a low voice: "Don't you want to eat here?"
"I'm going to find Mr. Chen. He still owes me a lot of stories." Zou Qing, who was carrying her back, waved her hands and jumped out of the office.
Yan Song was left sighing: "Fat Li, look! If we help the police, we won't get into people's eyes. Hey."
Li Yun picked his nose and dismissed it: "Just because you were so anxious that you had never seen a woman before, I can't even stand it."
Yan Song nodded listlessly: "Stop deceiving yourself and others."
Li Yun sighed: "Don't be a licking dog!"
"Senior brother~"
Zou Qing carried her midnight snack and walked into Chen Shu's office without knocking.
Chen Shu, who was sitting at the back of the office and using his computer, looked up and saw that it was the office staff of the unit. He pursed his lips towards the sofa and said, "It's Zou Qing. You go and sit there and have a supper first."
"Okay." Zou Qing responded obediently, sat on the sofa, and began to eat fried noodles and beef soup in a low voice.
Chen Shu's attention shifted back to the computer.
The ID card information of the foreman previously registered at the night snack stall is displayed on the screen, including a series of recent related information such as takeout, temporary residence, express delivery, transportation, etc.
Although Chen Shu suspected that the foreman was having an affair with another man running a stall, deliberately making things difficult for the proprietress of the stall, and trying to drive her away through dirty tricks, this was just a suspicion, and nothing could be brought to the table without any evidence.
of.
Unless you retrieve the foreman’s call records or WeChat chat records, check your contact with the man.
However, the investigative method of pulling call sheets required the approval of the branch, and Chen Shu knew that in this kind of dispute, it would definitely not be approved.
If WeChat chat records existed, people would definitely not deliberately delete the chat content for such a trivial matter. But why would the police take someone’s phone and browse WeChat arbitrarily?
Unless we find another case, we can use the opportunity to search the foreman's cell phone.
However, it's not realistic.
Chen Shu smiled bitterly and had no choice but to give up.
This kind of commercial competition method that is independent of laws and regulations is really disgusting. It reminds him of the case of the time-traveling king who bought an Internet cafe under the guise of a malicious report by a minor a few years ago at the Zhongshan Police Station.
Old things come to mind, and there are inevitably some ripples in my mind.
Simply turn off the computer.
Chen Shu walked to sit across from Zou Qing and saw that she was still sitting on the sofa after finishing her supper with no intention of leaving.
"Zou Qing, what's the matter?"
A hint of cunning flashed in Zou Qing's eyes: "Senior brother, I know everything about your trip to NX this time."
"Oh? What do you know?" Chen Shu's tone was calm and indifferent.
Zou Qing rolled her eyes and bluffed, "I just know a lot about you."
"Well, what's the matter?"
Zou Qing showed her trump card: "That's what makes you get first-class merit!"
"Oh, the ministry hasn't approved it yet, so it might still be in vain."
Zou Qing was discouraged. Seeing that his senior brother was struggling, he could only pouted and acted coquettishly: "Senior brother, just tell me how you got the first-class merit."
Chen Shu didn't say anything, but stretched out his hand to collect the late-night snacks that Zou Qing had left on the coffee table after eating them.
Children born in the 2000s have always been pampered by their parents and elders. They do not know the rules of the workplace and the respect due to superiors and subordinates. This behavior is normal.
Ordinarily, it is one thing for post-00s to rectify the workplace, but no matter whether the rectification comes or goes, in the end, someone still has to handle the matter, and it has to be done well.
This matter is too complicated. You can't make a one-size-fits-all decision about who is right or wrong. You can only take it one step at a time. Anyway, it's the same principle. Do your job well and be worthy of the salary put into your card.
When Zou Qing saw it, she naturally got up in a hurry to help clean up.
Chen Shu waved her hand to stop her, and her tone was very similar to that of her elders: "People of your generation have grown up in their parents' honeypots. After graduating from college, they joined the police force and put on this tiger skin to show off their power."
You are not the same. Zou Qing pouted her little mouth and secretly complained.
Chen Shu put the leftover dishes and chopsticks in the bag, then took the paper towel from under the coffee table and began to wipe the table: "I am in my twenties, and even now I have never suffered anything. I have encountered nothing bad.
Parents or work units are always responsible for everything. This is a good thing and a bad thing.
"The good thing is that life is comfortable and smooth sailing, which makes people enviable; the bad thing is that they don't understand the complexity of society and the sinister nature of people, and they never mature.
"Today I was thinking about going to an internet celebrity store to check in and eat something good, and on the weekend I was thinking about which scenic spot to travel to. I never sat down to think about what I should do now or plan for the future."
He's young, but he sounds really like my dad. If you don't want to talk, just say it. Zou Qing, who kept nagging her, opened her eyes wide, bit her lip, and looked at the senior brother who lowered his head to wipe the table with some sadness.
As he said this, Chen Shu naturally thought of the female stall owner he met at night.
When he was in his thirties or forties, when he was old and young, his husband fell seriously ill and was waiting for money for treatment.
As a Dongzhou person who values face most, she is also a public servant, but she runs out to set up a stall at night just for the sake of a late-night snack business that costs about ten yuan. You can imagine how difficult and helpless her life is.
Chen Shu couldn't help but let out a long sigh, his mind still flew to the foreman's information on the previous computer screen, and decided to help him once.
"Zou Qing, if you have nothing to do tonight, go out with me to run a case."
Zou Qing, who was full of complaints, was stunned for a few seconds, and then shouted happily: "It's okay! It must be okay! What can happen so late at night!"