"Zhang Baotou, when did you come?" Lu Chengzhou said in surprise.
Lu Chengzhou's surprise really came from his heart.
He lived at No. 15, No. 24 Road, and did not tell Zhang Baotou.
Even many of the policemen on Route 24 don’t know about it.
There is only one rickshaw driver in Zhang Baotou, so why did he show up at his door so early in the morning?
Lu Chengzhou hoped that Zhang Baotou was just hit by mistake.
"We arrived before dawn." Zhang Baotou smiled humbly.
"Why don't you knock on the door?" Lu Chengzhou asked.
"Don't dare to disturb Officer Lu's rest." Zhang Baotou said softly, who is he and what is Lu Chengzhou's identity? No matter how urgent the matter is, the priority can still be distinguished.
"Tell me, what's the matter?" Lu Chengzhou moved the bicycle out of the steps, held the rack at the rear of the bicycle with his right hand, lifted the bicycle, and knocked down the support frame with his toes.
After the bicycle is upright, touch it with your foot and there will be a click, and the bicycle will stop there firmly.
"It happened yesterday. Police officer Lu must make the decision for us," Zhang Baotou said.
Last night, he met with some coachmen, and everyone felt that if this continued, they would not be able to solicit customers for who knows how long.
Many cart drivers are waiting for a day's income before they can buy rice for cooking.
If there is no income for a few days, some people will go hungry.
Not everyone has savings. If you can earn tomorrow's living expenses today, it's already pretty good.
"Come in and talk." Lu Chengzhou looked around. People from the intelligence team were already pushing bicycles and standing opposite, "ready to go."
"Yesterday you said that everyone was united, but to what extent?" Lu Chengzhou asked softly after closing the courtyard door smoothly.
"As long as it's everyone's problem, I can help." Zhang Baotou said firmly.
"There are more than 8,000 rickshaws in the British Concession. If none of them stop soliciting customers, the problem will be serious." Lu Chengzhou muttered to himself.
"There will always be someone to do it. Yesterday some people completed the inspection..." Zhang Baotou said with a wry smile.
Suddenly, he stopped suddenly. It was impossible for Lu Chengzhou to say these meaningless words to him.
"That's good, some people can still get in the car." Lu Chengzhou smiled and said meaningfully.
"Thank you, Officer Lu." Zhang Baotou bowed to Lu Chengzhou and said respectfully.
He finally understood what Lu Chengzhou said. Only when everyone united and stopped soliciting customers could the Ministry of Industry and Industry make concessions.
"When did you know I lived here?" Lu Chengzhou asked casually when he and Zhang Baotou came out.
"I heard about it a few days ago." Zhang Baotou smiled contentedly.
Even though he was just a rickshaw puller, he knew a lot about the British Concession.
"Have you heard? Who said it?" Lu Chengzhou asked in surprise.
He thought that Zhang Baotou was asking around where he lived in order to find him.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Baotou not only knew about No. 15, No. 24 Road.
Lu Chengzhou lived at No. 15, No. 24 Road. Although it was not a secret, he did not spread it around.
Zhang Baotou was just a rickshaw puller, but he had heard about it a few days ago.
"This is not news. I heard it from some guys last time." Zhang Baotou chuckled.
Zhang Baotou was quite strict, so Lu Chengzhou didn't bother to ask.
However, Lu Chengzhou paid attention to the fact that rickshaw pullers were a well-informed group.
When they were not soliciting customers, they would sit together and chat, and any news would spread quickly.
In the morning, when Lu Chengzhou went to the Gordon Hall Police Station, he received a notice from Ruan Jiangong, asking him to take people to the Ministry of Industry Bureau to help maintain public security.
"Inspection, our inspection task is already very heavy, how can there be anyone to maintain public order?" Lu Chengzhou said in embarrassment.
"The public order in your streets has always been good, so why do you need so many people? Hurry, pick four people from each street, and you will lead them to go to the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau to prevent those rickshaw pullers from causing trouble." Ruan Jiangong knew that Lu Cheng
Zhou didn't want to get into trouble.
"If we fire four people on one street, what will happen if something happens?" Lu Chengzhou said worriedly.
"What can happen? Even if something happens, I'm still here, so you don't have to worry about it." Ruan Jiangong said disapprovingly.
The reason why Lu Chengzhou was allowed to lead the team was because he could speak English.
The biggest problem for Chinese immigrants is that they cannot speak English and cannot communicate with foreigners.
"Just me? Where's Jia Ming?" Lu Chengzhou asked again.
The so-called Jia Ming, like Lu Chengzhou, is also a deputy inspector.
"He can't speak foreign languages, so what is he going to do?" Ruan Jiangong said scornfully.
He prefers Lu Chengzhou to Jia Ming.
After all, Lu Chengzhou respects him more, and Jia Ming is a veteran patrolman, and like him, he has made it through his seniority.
Lu Chengzhou went to the Ministry of Industry Bureau. As Zhang Baotou said, the rickshaws that came to inspect the seat cushions filled the entire large square of the Ministry of Industry Bureau. Even on the road outside, there were rows of rickshaws.
Lu Chengzhou's mission is to prevent rickshaw drivers from causing trouble.
In fact, this is redundant. Rickshaw pullers are just trying to make a living, so how dare they cause trouble?
What Lu Chengzhou had to do was to find a comfortable place and sit down quietly.
Lu Chengzhou found a place with a clear view and sent other patrol officers there so that they could grasp any situation in time.
Throughout the morning, Lu Chengzhou had nothing to do.
The inspection by the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau also appeared to be normal. Although the speed was slower, nothing happened.
The only thing Lu Chengzhou did was to work as a translator for the rickshaw driver.
These rickshaw pullers are all low-level workers. They can't even speak Mandarin, let alone English.
However, when it was almost noon, Lu Chengzhou discovered that most of the rickshaws crowded outside had left.
After lunch, there wasn't a rickshaw outside. If Lu Chengzhou hadn't been riding a bicycle, he would have had to walk a long way.
Lu Chengzhou knew that he might not have anything to do in the afternoon.
Sure enough, when he returned to the Ministry of Industry Bureau, there was no rickshaw left.
Zhang Baotou said that the rickshaw pullers were more united, which seems to be true.
"Do you know what's going on?" Ruan Jiangong found Lu Chengzhou. Rickshaws queued up every day. They had to maintain public order and it was a headache.
Now there is not a single rickshaw, and there are no rickshaws on the streets. It is equivalent to a rickshaw strike in the British Concession, and they are even more troubled.
"Seat inspection, you haven't seen it. These British guys have an arrogant attitude. They couldn't check a few cars in one morning. It's just a car mat, and it won't kill anyone, so why take it so seriously?" Lu Chengzhou said.
"How can we talk too much about foreigners' affairs? Hurry up and find out what happened." Ruan Jiangong said dissatisfied.
"Does this need to be investigated? They went on strike to protest." Lu Chengzhou said disapprovingly.
"This is strange. They were all honest in the beginning, so why did they suddenly learn to strike? Go and check and see who is secretly organizing it," Ruan Jiangong said.
