Police Chen Shu

The afternoon sun in Dongzhou was slightly warm, and the SWAT compound with lush green leaves was rustling. It was a leisurely day.

In the guard building at the entrance of the compound, a small attic was built inside, which was regarded as an independent office set up by brigade captain Li Da for Comrade Chen Chuan, who was assigned by the city bureau.

After all, this guy doesn't clock in at work every day, and he plays with his mobile phone unscrupulously while in the office. He's afraid of affecting his new comrades, so he built a "paradise" for him.

The best thing about this office is that there is a small open space next to it. There were originally a few shelves for everyone to temporarily store express delivery.

In order to allow Chen Chuan to settle down, Li Da cleared away the shelves in this small place with a wave of his hand, leaving a small open space for Chen Chuan to park his car.

When he goes to work, he slides his shiny Panamera in, opens and closes the car door, turns around and goes to the office on the second floor. When you get off work, you can walk downstairs and drive home, which is simple and convenient.

With Li Da's painstaking efforts, Chen Chuan, the so-called cadre sent from the city bureau, was truly isolated from the other members of the brigade, so that others would not be infected with the idle habits of the young man from the city bureau.

Of course, Chen Chuan was also happy. However, since the border guards came here, there was another good friend in the loft, Zhu Yiba.

Before going upstairs, I heard Chen Chuan sighing heavily at the top of the stairs: "Hey, we are all working hard to live."

When he went upstairs, he saw Chen Chuan scrolling through Douyin. Chen Shu smiled and scolded, "It's true that Zhu Yiba and I are working hard to survive. You, a young man, are also working hard to live? Are you working hard to pick up girls?"

After saying that he was not polite, Chen Shu went up and pulled the video in Chen Chuan's hand to the front and started watching it again.

The text at the beginning of the short video is quite eye-catching.

"Too unreasonable: for setting up a street stall, the police directly fined me 10,000 yuan!"

Chen Shu was quite surprised. Isn't it the city management's responsibility to set up street stalls? Why is it the police's turn to impose fines? This fine will cost tens of thousands of yuan.

After reading it slowly, I realized that this was something that happened in a beautiful country, except that the lady running the stall inside was Chinese or of Chinese descent, and the police enforcing the law happened to be of Asian appearance, and both of them spoke Mandarin.

If he hadn't been a colleague, he would have clearly seen at first glance that the video was in police uniform, and he would have had to show off his keyboard warrior abilities based on the title.

Let me add here that the police uniforms of the beautiful country are exactly the opposite of those of the Chinese country.

In China, whether they are security guards or urban management officers, they all like to make the appearance of their uniforms more similar to police uniforms, trying to make them as similar as possible. If there were no laws and regulations there, these people might be happy to just wear police uniforms.

In the beautiful country, it's just the opposite. Not to mention the different occupations, the uniforms of state police, city police, and town police may be different in a single state. Police badges vary from state to state. Maybe they are too traditional this year and they may be replaced tomorrow, which is not stable.

The root of the difference between the two countries is that the police system of the beautiful country is a bottom-up establishment process, while the police system of the Chinese country is created from the top down.

Chen Chuan had watched part of the video before, so he didn't watch it again. He sat on the sidelines, still angry, slapping his thigh and lamenting the hardships of the lower class.

After reading Chen Shu, he threw his cell phone to Chen Chuan: "Come here as soon as you open your mouth. Setting up stalls on the sidewalk is not allowed in any country. These vendors like to go to places with many people. If they are all No matter, let alone cars, the traffic jam will be so heavy that no one can even leave."

Chen Chuan chuckled: "In this beautiful country that values ​​freedom, I believe it is allowed!"

Chen Shu suspected that he had heard wrongly, so he took back the mobile phone that had been thrown in front of Chen Chuan, looked at it again, smiled, and put the mobile phone with the screen reversed into Chen Chuan's hand.

"Look clearly, we are in the beautiful country in the video!"

Chen Chuan took the phone again, looked at it silently for a while, and then quietly locked the screen.

After thinking for a while, he said calmly: "I'm sorry, I read it wrong. What I mean is that you should abide by the local laws no matter where you are. Look, the considerate stall aunt, she was not messy at all when she was handled by the police. The attitude of obediently accepting punishment is very worthy of recognition."

Chen Shu laughed and scolded: "It's a pity that you don't become a public intellectual. Double standards! If this matter were released in China, it would definitely be a hot search + short essay on the entire Internet."

Chen Chuan waved his hand seriously and said, "I'm not kidding, I'm just talking about the matter."

"The police over there really know how to shoot." Standing on the edge and watching the performance of the two police officers, our dear border guard brother Comrade Zhu Yiba revealed the secret with one word.

It was almost time. Chen Shu said hello and prepared to go back to the office.

When he went upstairs, he took a look at the general office on the second floor and saw Xu Mingliang with his laptop open and the QQ login interface on the desktop.

Knowing that Xu Mingliang was about to be transferred, Chen Shu thought for a moment, knocked on the door and walked into the office, thinking that he could have a few more words while he was still at work.

"Brother Xu, what are you doing?"

Xu Mingliang didn't look back, he stared straight at the computer desktop in front of him, clicked his tongue, and sighed: "I want to find some photos I took in the special police station and put them in QQ space, but I lost the password, and I can't think of it." stand up."

"QQ password?" Chen Shu frowned and thought for a while, then said with a wry smile, "I seem to have forgotten my password. By the way, it should be very convenient to retrieve the password."

Xu Mingliang raised his eyes, crossed the upper frame of the laptop screen, looked at the young man sitting opposite, who had just joined the SWAT team, and suddenly asked:

"Fat Ding, what is your dream?"

Fatty Ding, who was eating biscuits, was stunned and replied: "Be a policeman?"

The pitch is upward. Obviously, I don't have much confidence about this issue.

Chen Shu bent down and read the text on the screen word by word: "Statement, question: What is your dream?"

He was stunned for a moment, then turned around and asked: "Brother Xu, this is your QQ password prompt. Did you ask Xiao Ding to the wrong person?"

Xu Mingliang touched his nose and gave a short smile: "It has been more than ten years. I forgot what I filled in at that time. I tried several times but nothing was right, so I wanted to try with Fatty Ding."

Fatty Ding realized that his previous unconfident answer was a bit embarrassing, and now he moved closer to the two of them, curiously asking: "Brother Xu, what did you interview before?"

Xu Mingliang's eyes were calm, without any pretense, and he said calmly: "Money, beauty, house, the answers turned out to be all wrong. Come on, Fatty Ding, come here and give it a try. Let me see what are the dreams of you young people?" "

Fatty Ding scratched his scalp, but he was too embarrassed to reject Big Brother's offer, so he moved over slowly and fiddled with it for a long time before typing out a single word.

"English teacher? You're such a tall and rough guy and you still want to be a teacher? You're just about the same as a physical education teacher." Xu Mingliang curled his lips and teased casually.

Chen Shu suddenly understood the loneliness in Xu Mingliang's eyes: What was missing was not a password, it should be his original dream.

He said sincerely: "Brother Xu, I think if you find the answer to this question, it may be more valuable than your QQ account."

At this time, the intercom hanging on Chen Shu's shoulder suddenly rang.

The brigade leader's walkie-talkie usually doesn't ring. If anything happens, everyone is used to contacting them by phone. But when it does ring, it means something big has happened.

"Emergency dispatch!"

"Xiao Ding, count the number of people and equipment. Xu Mingliang, take people to the gun warehouse to get guns immediately."

"Everybody move!"

The sound of splashing lasted for a while, and then the whole floor became quiet. The "wow, wah, wah, wah," sirens coming from outside the window became softer and softer, getting farther and farther away.

A few rays of sunlight streamed in from the window, reflecting on the laptop with the screen still on.

At this time, there was only one word left on the answer box for password appeal:

"Britain".