urban security

Hello, good morning. Later, they greeted Mr. L, but I also dealt with it.

This is embarrassing! But that ugly daughter-in-law always has to meet her parents-in-law!

Now here I am like an ugly daughter-in-law, to be honest, after seeing those people who are similar to my parents-in-law.

My whole body couldn't help but feel a lot more relaxed and free! Not only that, my mind has also become more flexible, and my self-confidence has greatly increased.

The once shy self has become three points more courageous. I don’t say ten points here because the inner weakness is that after only one or two stimulations, the effect will not be so obvious and long-lasting!

After a while, I shrank again, probably because of something, and I looked timid.

Fortunately, Mr. L is on duty here, so I don’t have to worry too much about all the difficulties and obstacles.

L always resisted and pointed out the deceitful ways of people and their tricks of making peace.

I'm not saying that you can get the fruits at your fingertips. I understand the Taoist principle of using people's money to eliminate disasters for others.

In reality, you only have to do a day's work for one day's salary. There is a rule in the temple that you ring the clock for one day as a monk.

Mr. L checked the duty list and documents in the security booth, and then asked me, did the captain teach you anything?

I said I don’t remember very clearly, but some remember it and some forget it.

He said don't be in a hurry, take your time, you just came to work, Mr. L said to me, it was always like this when I first started working, work requires an adaptation period, come here and I will teach you.

I then came to the security booth, and Mr. L was sitting on a rotating chair, which is the kind of stool reserved for office employees.

There is a large plastic stool placed under the table, but there is no room for it in this place.

But this kind of rubber stool is the most common in the food stalls where I eat out. It is convenient and lightweight.

It's just a bit less durable, and the plastic is very brittle and easy to break. You sit down on the bottom and you still don’t know what’s going on?

Only a feeling of weightlessness and a moment of pain made me realize that the rubber stool was broken, and the broken films were scattered on the floor. Pointed, semicircular, triangular, polygonal….

That scene was like the first scene of an accident, more like a scene from a disaster movie.

I have tried it myself. That kind of luck varies from person to person. If you find it right at the beginning, otherwise the earth will kiss your ass.

Selective wounds also vary in size, ranging from large hemiplegia to small scratches and red and swollen skin.

And mine is something I will never forget, it is as long and long as the girl's alley in Dai Shuwang's "Rain Alley".

The security booth is about one square meter wide, with a table inside, a swivel chair, and a rubber stool.

It's a bit depressingly narrow, and there's also a water dispenser in one corner.

People were so crowded inside that they couldn't vent their anger. From the outside, the security booth looked like an ancient sedan chair.

All it takes is a bearer to carry the bride, hahahaha!

The top of the pavilion is a blue prism, and the lower section is a white hexahedron. The three middle sides are glass windows, and the windows are equipped with retractable windows that can go back and forth.

The remaining side is the entrance and exit door, and a lockable white door is installed.

It can protect the security guards from the sun and wind and rain on rainy or sunny days, and can also be used for them to rest.

I once saw the security guards sitting there on duty, and I was very envious!

Today I worked as a security guard, but I realized that I don’t have to sit on duty all day.

I thought maybe it was because it was a construction site and there were too many people coming in and out. Or maybe it’s because conditions don’t allow it and the equipment isn’t technologically advanced enough!

The analysis is too correct, and I think too much, and there is nothing I can do about it. This is the only condition for working here. Biguibi, no matter how difficult it is here, I have to work. While I was thinking this, I approached Mr. L.

Now there is no need to stand at the door. Once the door is closed and the small side door is opened, we sit in the security room and are on duty.

Mr. L paused, and then said emphatically, pay attention to the small door outside and don't let strangers in. Those selling products will not be allowed in!

There are some things here. These data books are the workbooks of our security guards, including handover books, inspection records, and visitor registration books...

Mr. L immediately said, this handover book is filled in by the on-duty staff when handing over. Look here, the name of the person, the time, the person on duty, the time, etc. Fill it out and put it aside until you fill it out next time.

While Mr. L was talking, someone came in, but I didn't notice it. Was I immersed in my own thoughts? Or are you too immersed in listening to Mr. L’s words? I don't even know why.

Fortunately, Mr. L has quick eyes and quick hands. Hey, what is that master doing here?

Come and register here! After registering, I will let you in!

After hearing what Mr. L said, I felt panicked. I felt that I was not working seriously, but was letting my mind wander.

What's going on with a person who is mentally unstable? I blamed myself and walked out of the security booth.

Master, what are you doing, imitate Mr. L and ask outsiders.

I'm here for business, the man replied.

Did I say so? He came here to register and pointed in the direction of the security booth, indicating that he should go there and register according to the regulations and then come in.

As I spoke, I led him closer to the security booth.

Mr. L said, Master, please show me your ID card. We have registered you and then let you in to do your work.

The man took out his ID card from the document bag and handed it to Mr. L.

Come and see how I fill out the registration form, Mr. L said to me who was already at the security booth.

I said yes and hurriedly walked into the security booth from the outside to watch next to Mr. L.

I saw Mr. L put the ID card in his hand on the corner of the table, opened the wrinkled registration form and laid it flat on the table.

Then he took out a pen from his pocket and opened the pen cap. He put his pen towards the blank space on the form and started writing. A swishing sound came from the collision between the pen and the paper, and spread into the air.

It vibrates my ear drums and makes people feel comfortable writing.

Okay, Mr. L then handed the ID card to the visitor outside the window, covered the pen tip with the cap and hung it in his pocket.

Can I go in? The visitor asked again, "Okay, you can go in and do things!" Mr. L said to him.

Do you have any pens here? I didn’t know how to answer Mr. L, so I wanted to go into the security booth to look for a pen.

Forget it, wait a minute, I applied for a few pens from the project department.

But I stared at the pen hanging in his pocket, haha, Mr. L said with a smile, I will use this pen later if I have something to do.

After saying that, he stood up from the stool and sat down for a while. You are tired of standing!

When he turned around and walked to the security booth, I immediately entered the security booth and sat down on the office chair in the security booth.

comfortable! I admired in my heart. Then turn left and right, and the chair will fit flexibly.

Mr. L went to the door and closed the small door. Is this because he was afraid that I would be distracted from work and let strangers sneak in?