"Comrade, who are you looking for?" There was only one policeman on duty at the police station. Seeing the impressive Chen Qingyun and Lao Ma, there was a look of confusion on his face.
Chen Qingyun rarely appears on TV. The Chengdu City Party Committee strictly ordered that TV stations are not allowed to cover meetings, except for large-scale meetings such as the National People’s Congress. Secondly, reporters are not allowed to be carried with them during leadership activities, and the camera must be focused on the problems that citizens need to solve.
Because of this, Chen Qingyun had very little screen time. When the policemen on duty at the police station saw Chen Qingyun, apart from his demeanor, they just felt that this "college student" was very familiar.
"Is Comrade Zhuang Yan here?" Qiu Quan, who was behind him, took a step forward.
The policeman smiled and said: "So I'm looking for Brother Zhuang. Which district are you from?"
"It's no big deal, we just want to get to know him." Qiu Quan didn't know the reason for Chen Qingyun's visit, but he had a pretty good guess.
The policeman was about to make tea when he heard this and stopped: "I can't leave my post, so I can only ask you to find him by yourself. However, today is the birthday of Grandma Huang of Liuye Lake Community, and Brother Zhuang must have gone to Liuye Lake."
Liuye Lake Community is not far from the police station, and it only takes a few minutes by car.
This is the urban-rural fringe. To be precise, Liuyehu Community is actually a village in the city. The low-rise houses, scattered and narrow roads, and the occasional convenience store show how far this area is from the word "flowers".
Whether it is an urban-rural fringe or a village in the city, there are only three words that give people the impression: dirty, messy, and bad.
The Liuye Lake community in front of me is like a girl with a bare face, without any makeup, but looks very delicate.
Yes, it is exquisite. The trees on both sides of the narrow street are not tall, and the road is just an ordinary cement road. But there is not a leaf on the ground, nor any garbage or dust.
The shops on both sides of the street were neatly tidied up, and some equipment and goods were placed in the storefronts, and they were arranged in a very orderly manner.
Seeing Chen Qingyun and his entourage, people strolling on the street would stop. Everyone would slightly gesture with their heads, but their eyes would remain a little wary.
Their eyes were alert, because it was the first time for Chen Qingyun and others to come to Liuye Lake; saying hello in a friendly manner was purely a habit, a habit of treating others.
Seeing these scenes, Chen Qingyun was shocked. It was clear＄＄＄＄,m.↘.co＋m