Return to 2001 to pursue dreams

The pedestrian street in Dongjiao Town is becoming more and more prosperous. Compared with the nearby farmer's market, it is clean, tidy and high-end. College students from five nearby schools come here to visit and have it become a part of their life. As Gao Hongda analyzed before, the store rent of [-] yuan a month seemed very high at the beginning. Now the flow of people has increased, and those merchants who hesitated at the beginning now regret it terribly. Now they want to move in, but they can only pay the price. The Philippine transfer fee is transferred from the original merchant.

The security situation here is very good. After all, police duty rooms have been built at both ends of the pedestrian street, and there are people on duty and patrolling all day long.

However, it's not always the case. This time, Gao Hongda encountered a headache.

Carrying large and small bags, Gao Hongda followed Xia Sisi, who was still not satisfied, and accompanied her to choose and try on clothes in various fashion stores. A little boy under ten years old followed them into a store. He had a high nose and deep eye sockets, and a face as round as an apple. He was a child of an ethnic minority, probably from Xinjiang.

The little boy's sneaky eyes aroused Gao Hongda's alert. This little boy was not following Xia Sisi to look at the beauty, but to see where the two of them got their money.

In order to confirm his guess, Gao Hongda deliberately stuffed a few pieces of change into his butt pocket in front of the little boy. Soon, the little guy couldn't help it anymore, and put his little hand into his pocket, and was killed by Gao Hongda. Grabbing the hand and neck, the little boy held the money in his hand and had no intention of letting go.

Gao Hongda stared and yelled: "You come out to steal things at such a young age. Where are the adults in your family?"

The shop owner advised: "Let him go away. This little guy wanders around the streets stealing things every day, and he is caught every day. Even if the police come, it will be useless. He is too young to be sentenced, and he is from an ethnic minority. not to be trifled."

Gao Hongda doesn't care about this. It's not justified. There must be adults behind this child. A child of this age should be in school, but his family pulls him out to steal things. Doesn't it harm the child for the rest of his life?

He pulled the little boy to the door of the store and shouted: "Whoever brought the child, get out of here, or I will beat him to death!"

Sure enough, two greasy Xinjiang uncles appeared and came to snatch the child without any explanation, but Gao Hongda refused to let go. The three men dragged the little boy until he screamed. After hearing the news, the patrol policemen came over to check the situation. They pushed aside the crowd watching the excitement. When they saw Gao Hongda, they immediately greeted him familiarly and asked about the situation.

Gao Hongda let go of the little boy and told the police about the theft. The policeman also had a headache. He pointed at the two middle-aged men and shouted: "You thieves are here all the time, right? Don't think that the ethnic policy can protect you, so you can steal as you like."

One of the Xinjiang people repeated in half-baked Chinese: "We are Uyghurs, you have no right to deal with us!"

With Gao Hongda taking the lead, merchants and tourists who had been stolen or harassed by these people began to gather around and accuse these Xinjiang people who make a living by stealing. What are they doing wrong? Selling barbecue on the street is much better than stealing money, right? Ding Dian's children have been forced to steal all over the country with their families since they were young. It's not a joke.

Faced with the accusations from the crowd, the two adults did not retreat. Instead, they took out a sharp boning knife from their waists and pointed it at the crowd. Everyone stepped back to avoid it. The two men became more aggressive, grabbing the child and running away in one direction holding the knife. , so scared that the crowds in that direction fled, and some businesses even closed their doors.

Two auxiliary police officers on patrol came over to maintain public order, but they were helpless in the face of two knife-wielding Xinjiang people and could only watch them run away. Gao Hongda was a little angry and accused the two auxiliary police officers: "Two eldest brothers, these two thieves have gone so far. They even showed their swords, and you just watched?"

The two auxiliary police officers said aggrievedly: "You can't do it. As long as you beat them or arrest them, these people will gather more people to make trouble, saying that we are engaging in oppression, and the government will also have a headache! Not only We have a headache, and the people from Xinjiang who run the barbecue restaurant at the north end of the pedestrian street are also very annoyed with these people, saying that they don’t do anything serious but only steal and bring shame to the Uyghur people!”

Gao Hongda was so angry that he cursed, he was so anxious that he couldn't think of a better way. You tell these people about the legal system, and they tell you about ethnic policies. When the Han people hold knives, they control the knives. They can hold knives legitimately because our country respects their ethnic habits.

Seeing that he was in a depressed mood, Xia Sisi stopped pestering him for shopping. She pointed to a nearby Lanzhou Ramen restaurant and said, "Let's go eat a bowl of shaved noodles. I heard their beef is cut very well!"

Gao Hongda was amused by her: "Hahaha, you are right! They can cut the beef thinner than paper. After selling two ounces of beef for a year, there will still be one or two half left at the end of the year."

Looking at the ramen chef wearing a white hat in the store, Gao Hongda couldn't help but ask him: "Which ethnic group do you belong to?"

The ramen chef answered him enthusiastically: "Our family is from Ningxia, and we are Hui people."

Gao Hongda suddenly had an idea. He immediately called Zhang Silin, who was surprised to receive his call: "It's rare for Brother Xiao Gao to call me. My nightclub will be renovated soon. Don't forget to come and support me then!"

Gao Hongda chatted with him for a few words, and then expressed his thoughts: "There are a group of Uighur thieves here in our pedestrian street, and the Yamen can't do anything about them. I would like to ask you to find a group of Hui young men from Dachang County and wear them." Wear national costumes…”

Before Gao Hongda could finish speaking, Zhang Silin immediately agreed very readily: "It's a small matter! Done! But your method is really good! The dispute between the two ethnic minorities has nothing to do with us Han people, Gao ah , it’s really high!”

Zhang Silin was also very efficient in his work. More than an hour later, dozens of young men wearing classic Hui costumes started searching for traces of the thieves in the pedestrian street with sticks in hand. The gang of thieves who did not know whether to live or die were still walking around the pedestrian street. The two groups collided. At this time, the young Hui people took advantage of the strength of the crowd and started fighting. Even a few people pushing carts selling cut cakes in the pedestrian street were also implicated. This group of cut cake sellers was hateful enough. Whoever buys gets it. You are fooled, as long as you ask the price, you have to buy, and you have to buy as much as he cuts. Later generations will say that Jack Ma can't stand three cuts. This shows how dark they are. A large piece of cut cake can be sold for several years. It's a scam. That's a lot of money. Now their status as a minority cannot protect them, even if you pull out the knife, it will be useless.

Under the violent expulsion of dozens of Hui young men, the group of thieves and cake sellers fled in all directions. They no longer had the arrogance they had just now, and they never dared to appear on this pedestrian street again.

The nearby merchants clapped their hands and applauded, giving these Hui young men heroic courtesy. Some merchants carried drinks to share with everyone, and some delivered popsicles. The two auxiliary policemen who were hiding aside to watch the excitement drooled with envy and sighed. useless.