The patrol car restarted, and Jia Yougan asked curiously while holding the camera: "Uncle policeman, has this homeless man been in your area for a long time?"
The middle-aged policeman nodded: "Yes, it has been more than ten years. Don't look at him now. Twenty years ago, he was a multimillionaire. Unfortunately, he was deceived and went bankrupt, and his wife ran away with her son." He has been acting crazy since then. We have locked him up and sent him to the rescue center, but soon he will sneak back and say he is looking for his son."
Jia Youqian and Xie Buchen were both silent. The impact of these two days' experiences was beyond their imagination before they came. Various "labels" that originally only existed in literary works now appeared one by one. In front of them, ordinary people have tears, grievances, and helplessness, but they never give up hope. Perhaps their strong longing for a better future is the strength that allows them to grow like weeds?
The patrol car patrolled the square until early in the morning. The middle-aged policeman finally got off work and offered to treat Han Fei and the others to a late-night snack.
"That won't happen, we have to invite him." Jia Youqian said.
The middle-aged policeman waved his hand: "It's better to wait until you start working before you hire me. It's not easy for adults to make money."
"Uncle policeman, you are looking down on me. I haven't used family money since the first year of high school." Jia Yougan said with his chest raised.
"Hey, where did you get the money?" The middle-aged policeman took everyone to a food stall to sit down, his tone seemed a little unbelievable.
Han Fei smiled: "Uncle policeman, it's rare for such an iron rooster to pluck its feathers. You're so welcome. This guy's monthly royalties are tens of thousands. I won't feel bad if I eat him."
Seeing that they didn't look like they were lying, the middle-aged policeman was stunned for a moment and said with emotion: "Hey, that's awesome. You can earn so much in a month at such a young age. It seems like our generation is really old."
"You're not old, you're old enough to catch robbers." Han Fei said with a smile.
Xie Buchen and Jia Youqian took the opportunity to order. The middle-aged policeman pointed at Han Fei and laughed: "I can see that this guy is the most philistine among the three of you. Alas, it can't be done. But don't look at me now." We are just a small-time police officer, but after we retire, we will also be a good member of the criminal police brigade."
"Hey, you have a story, boss, bring me a bottle of wine." Han Fei didn't take the middle-aged policeman's philistine comments seriously at all. Maybe he didn't have the attributes of a literary youth at all.
The middle-aged policeman was actually very talkative. After two glasses of wine, he even lifted up his clothes to show Han Fei and the others the bullet holes and scars on his stomach. When he mentioned that he had retired from his position as a criminal police officer, the 1.78-meter tall man burst into tears. .
"Actually, it's not a grievance at all. It's just that the bullet injured my lungs and my body can't hold on anymore. But everywhere we go, we are wearing police uniforms, and we are still police officers. Don't underestimate this little police force... ..”
In the end, it was Han Fei and three others who sent him home. The middle-aged policeman's wife was very kind-hearted. She didn't complain at all when facing her drunken husband. She put a hot towel on his face and kept busy.
For the next half month, Han Fei and the other three were just like going to work, collecting materials in the train station square regardless of rain or shine. With the presence of police patrol cars, they were no longer regarded as bad guys. However, some passengers were still reluctant to face the camera. .
Jia Youqian did not force himself, and kept capturing their most natural state. He took more and more materials. Han Fei's notebook was also densely packed with records of the types of materials and dates. According to Jia Youqian, Han Fei had graduated. Even if there is no filming, I will starve to death as a recorder.
Of course, in Han Fei's opinion, these words were purely insulting.
However, as the Spring Festival approaches, Yangcheng Railway Station has also ushered in the peak of Spring Festival travel. Every day, the train station square is filled with endless crowds of people. The police station has also deployed more police officers on patrol. According to the middle-aged policeman, The next few days will be a test in hell mode for all police officers.
"I said, we have almost finished shooting the footage of the square these days. Why don't we stay at the police station for a few days?" Jia Yougan said.
Both Han Fei and Xie Buchen expressed no objection.
Every year during the Spring Festival travel period at Yangcheng Railway Station, in addition to passengers, a large number of vendors, scalpers and various thieves and scammers will appear. Therefore, every year, the police at the railway station police station not only have to maintain the order of the railway station, but also deal with these people. A battle of wits and courage.
Scalpers, thieves, and scammers are all easy to deal with, and they can just take action. The real headaches for the police are actually these vendors.
No, a dozen vendors were taken to the police station early in the morning, some selling water, drinks, food, small stools, and magazines.
These vendors seemed to be used to this. They didn't make any noise or make any fuss, and just stood obediently to the side of the hall.
Jia Youqian couldn't bear it: "Uncle policeman, they are all doing it for their livelihood. Isn't it a bit... to arrest them like this?"
"A bit too cruel?" the middle-aged policeman asked with a smile.
Jia Yougan scratched his head and laughed but said nothing.
The middle-aged policeman shook his head and smiled bitterly: "What if we don't arrest them? Let them continue to set up stalls here? Today there may only be ten stalls in the square, but tomorrow when others see that no one is paying attention, there will be a hundred. By then, there will be I can’t catch them all even if I want to.”
Jia Youqian was silent, rationally telling him that the middle-aged policeman was right, but emotionally, he still sympathized with these vendors. If it were not for livelihood, who would not want to go home early to reunite with his family, but would rather stay in this cold weather What about the street stalls?
The final result was that the police station seized the vendors' goods and asked them to come back to collect them on New Year's Eve. As for the vendors themselves, they were not punished in any way. This was perhaps the gentlest punishment the police station could impose.
But what surprised Jia Youqian was that, except for a few vendors who silently signed and left, the rest of the vendors said that they would simply lock them up together if the goods were withheld.
Then, the police station decisively helped them.
In the detention room, Jia Yougan asked puzzledly: "Why don't you want to leave?"
An aunt selling small stools said with some pride: "Don't you understand this? If the goods are detained, we people will have no place to go. It's still early for the Spring Festival, and we have to spend money for food and accommodation. It's not as good as They will detain us, take care of our food and shelter, and they will release us on New Year’s Eve anyway, so we can go home.”
The other vendors nodded for a while, and Jia Youqian no longer knew what to say. Maybe this is the wisdom of the people at the bottom of society?
Xie Buchen was even more stunned and had to admit that to a certain extent, this was indeed the most beneficial plan for them.