Police Chen Shu

The temperature in the cold winter night is quite low, but since the city opened up the street stall economy at night, there has been a lot of road occupation business and open-air eating.

The traffic on the road increased, and the special police team had to work overtime and patrol at night, which added a lot of tasks and operations.

It was Chen Shu's turn to lead the shift tonight, and he was too busy at work to worry about what he had and what he didn't have, so he decided to follow the night patrol team to go shopping on Park Road, where the street stall economy is the most prosperous in the area.

Hanging red and blue shoulder lights alternately, carrying the newly issued 95 rifles, and walking in line on the road in full armor, it can be regarded as attracting the attention of many people.

Occasionally, a child would shake off the hands of their parents and run to the vicinity of the patrol team, and salute the special police officers with a straight face. This serious look is really interesting.

Chen Shu, who led the team, naturally returned the gift seriously, giving the children due respect.

Walking halfway, Chen Shu noticed that the brothers behind were panting non-stop, and there happened to be a hot drink stand next to them, so he stopped in line to buy a few cups and sit down to rest.

Ma Bowen shrank his neck, took a few sips of the hot soybean milk in his hand, and then felt warmer: "Da Chen, the whole brigade is the only one that dares to bring brothers into this stall to eat, drink and rest in public. We respect you The feeling of admiration is as straight as the surging river, endless!"

A buddy in the city next door, after staying up all night on duty, was rushing to get off work without changing his casual clothes, and sat in a noodle shop for breakfast in his police uniform.

The video was captured by passers-by and posted on Douyin, with the caption "police eat noodles during working hours".

All of a sudden, the social impact is huge.

"Come on, drink your soy milk, why so much nonsense." Chen kicked lightly under the desk and laughed.

"Officer, dried tofu is here!"

The boss put a lot of iron plates with dried tofu skewers on the table.

"Thank you. Boss, how is your business?" Chen Shu asked casually while sharing with the team members.

"Very good! People come and go, and you can make a lot of money in one night!" The boss smiled.

Ma Bowen became interested and asked, "How much money can I make that night? Two or three hundred?"

The boss didn't answer, but that meaningful smile said everything without saying anything.

After the boss left, Yan Song, the auxiliary policeman, sighed with emotion: "This soy milk is 2 yuan a cup, and the dried tofu is 2 yuan a bunch. It is estimated that I can earn two or three hundred a night. Hey, I don't want to be a policeman anymore."

Ma Bowen swore: "Look at the way he laughed just now, he must be more than that!"

"How about we come out to set up a stall at night?"

"It seems that civil servants are not allowed to operate these profitable things."

"Brother Ma, you policemen also have a lot of rules. Listening to the brothers in my few stations, I feel that you are really not as chic as those little leaders in the street!"

"That's not right! One of them can become the leader of the department, and they hold some real power in their hands. Unlike us, even if they become the deputy director, they are actually just a deputy department."

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Chen Shule had to watch the team members discuss, but didn't participate in it. He slowly sipped the soy milk, and when everyone was eating and drinking, he got up and went to the stall to find the boss to pay the bill.

The boss was unwilling to take money at first, saying that there were police patrolling here, and their business was much safer.

Chen Shu laughed and didn't answer. He scanned the payment code posted on the counter with his mobile phone, and paid as much as he wanted.

Those who set up stalls on the side of the road in the cold at night earn all hard-earned money, which is absolutely unavoidable.

The patrol resumed, and Chen Shu heard a noise not far away. When he took a closer look, he saw that the accident happened to a roadside food stall pushing a trolley of fried noodles and fried noodles. It should be the owner of the stall and a few diners disputes that occurred.

At this time, there were also a lot of onlookers.

Those who walked after dinner, those who had dinner, those who went shopping, and there was even an old woman pushing a stroller outside, pushing hard into the crowd.

The little kid in the stroller leaned forward, holding on to the railing of the stroller with a pair of chubby hands, his eyes widened, and he looked around curiously.

Gossip is the spirit that goes deep into the bones of every Chinese. After all, since two thousand years ago, it costs money to watch plays in theaters, to listen to books in teahouses.

If you encounter something exciting that doesn't cost money, if you don't watch it, you will lose money. It's worse than making them money.

Chen Shu asked Ma Bowen, Yan Song and others to disperse the crowd standing outside, while he went inside to mediate the dispute on the spot. This kind of thing was dealt with a lot at the Zhongshan Police Station at the beginning, and the left and right were 50 boards each.

Worst of all, he let the diners pay for free, and he bought a dozen barbecues for the team members on duty out of the supper money, which was also a happy ending for all parties.

If you can get along with the mud, you can get along with the mud. Although this sentence sounds like a derogatory term, it really echoes the old saying when it comes to reality.

The less trouble, the better.

Not absolutely, but broadly speaking.

The owner of the stall is a middle-aged woman in her thirties and forties. She looks ordinary, but there is a proud temperament in her eyebrows and eyes. Even though she is still arguing loudly with the diners, her tone of voice and conversation are not like An ordinary street vendor.

Although it was only a woman, she did not give in to the other party in the slightest.

The diners who were arguing with him seemed to be dressed as migrant workers who had just come off work. Except for the one who was noisy at the beginning, he was better dressed and looked like a foreman, and the others stood silently behind the foreman.

Chen Shu approached and separated the two groups of people.

The foreman led the migrant workers to sit aggressively on the small tables and chairs on the side of the road, slapping the table and shouting that the matter was endless.

Chen Shu pulled the stall owner's wife behind the cart, blocked the migrant workers from the outside, and asked what happened.

It turned out that when the migrant workers were eating fried noodles, they found dead cockroaches in the beef soup served together, so they made a fuss to make the proprietress lose money.

The proprietress pointed her fingers and said convincingly: "These people also came to eat noodles last night. At that time, they said that there were flying insects in the soup. I picked them out and looked at them for a while and gave them free. I thought I was treating the guests badly. I specially sent a plate of fried bean curd sticks.

"I didn't expect to come over to eat noodles tonight and say there were cockroaches. I can't guarantee whether there are cockroaches normally. But after yesterday's incident, I was very careful when I left the stall. I checked inside and out. Over and over again, there is absolutely no chance of cockroaches!"

The proprietress said it sincerely, but Chen Shu couldn't judge this kind of thing in vain. After all, this person has a deep heart and can't look at the surface.

Chen Shu comforted the proprietress with a few words, persuading her to focus on the business, or she can continue the business by waiving the order and letting them leave quickly.

Seeing the nice voice of the policeman who came, the proprietress suddenly wiped away her tears, she didn't have the momentum of a single woman blocking several big men before.

Pointing to a row of dilapidated battery cars outside, the proprietress choked up and said: "Comrade policeman, I actually thought the same way before. But they didn't want to, and they still quarreled at the stall, saying that they would have to pay for mental damage. I just I suspect that these guys are here to make trouble, and I wonder if I will drive away my stall."

Chen Shu immediately recalled: "The food stalls inside and outside here are considered the best business in your family?"

"Um"

At this moment, Chen Shu also became suspicious.

It stands to reason that this group of people came to eat flying insects last night, and they came to eat supper today. The idea of ​​ordinary people is naturally to approve of the service and taste of the proprietress.

If you don't agree, how can you come a second time?

I didn't expect that when they came here tonight, they would directly give a blow. Not only did they upgrade from flying insects to cockroaches, but they also directly charged a mental damage fee.

It is not easy for migrant workers to come out to work, and they do not drink alcohol. After a tiring day, I rush home to rest. If the proprietress is willing to waive the bill, there is no reason to spend it on the scene.

Chen Shu turned around and leaned out half of his body to look in the direction of the migrant workers sitting outside the cart.

At this time, there were no other customers in the stall, and the migrant workers sat quietly on the chairs, but the foreman stood emotionally on the side of the road outside the stall, pointing his finger at the cart inside, and shouted at the passing crowd. Shouting something.

Anyway, it's not a good word.

It stands to reason that the migrant workers who eat cockroaches should share the same hatred. But sitting on the bench without saying a word, it looked more like going to work to deal with the boss.

This inconsistent scene fell into Chen Shu's eyes, and he couldn't help but favor the proprietress.