"Old Jia," Du Shouyi had to speak up, "Director Bai won't be with us for many more shifts, so please stop talking."
"Have I said a lot?" Lao Jia was unhappy, "I don't say even one-tenth of what Lao Luo says."
"How does this have anything to do with me?" Lao Luo stood up. "I was speechless when I saw Director Bai coming in, but you are still talking nonsense in front of me. If I were to say, you, Lao Jia, are the same. Everyone knows that you have a bad mouth, but you have to speak at this time. Look at me, although I have a lot to say, I never think about these things, and I never make predictions about the future..."
"It's okay, it's okay," Bai Song waved his hand and interrupted Lao Luo: "We can't be superstitious."
"That's right," Lao Jia said, "I'm going to throw this out here today. That's it. I promise that there won't be more than two disputes in this morning."
"Okay..." Du Shouyi stopped talking: "Whatever you say is what it is..."
Lao Jia is the "Flag Saint". Basically, any flag he sets will succeed. The longer the cooldown time, the better the effect. And if Bai Song remembered correctly, he hadn't heard Lao Jia set a flag for a long time.
Everyone was terrified for the whole morning, but Lao Jia said that there were at most two disputes in the morning, and there really were only two disputes!
In one case, the person giving directions and the person being given directions started to curse each other, but no one got physically involved; in the other case, a boyfriend and girlfriend had a conflict, which was resolved quickly.
This made everyone admire it very much, and they felt that Jia had finally turned bad times into good times.
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Bai Song is a patrolman. He went out for a walk with Hawule twice in the morning.
The police profession is special and they have to be on duty on Saturdays and Sundays, so Group 2 and Group 3 are on break, and there are only Group 4 and Group 1 in the station.
One group had an unfinished case, so there were only two of them on patrol.
The weather was relatively comfortable. The two men rode the police electric bikes around the entire jurisdiction and returned only when the batteries were almost dead.
"This morning was pretty good," Bai Song said after returning, "I can't say that about Lao Jia anymore."
"If you ask me, it's fine. Lao Jia is a good person," said Master Luo. "Take the dispute we went to this morning, for example. A young couple had a conflict, and Lao Jia went there. How can I put it? He solved it in no time."
"What did Lao Jia say?" Bai Song was a little curious.
"A boyfriend and girlfriend had a quarrel, the girl had a bad temper, and they had a dispute on the street. Lao Jia asked them to check if she was pregnant, but they ran away immediately after hearing that." Master Luo spread his hands and said, "I haven't said anything yet. If I were in charge, I would definitely separate the man and the woman, and then I would go to the man to understand the situation and find out what happened. You also know that after the separation, the man would be more objective when talking to our police. Of course, this objectivity is relative, and he would definitely say something in his own favor, so I would have to ask the woman alone. After the two of us discuss it, I will know what happened, and then I can find the man again..."
Bai Song didn't say anything and just listened quietly to Lao Luo for fifteen minutes.
"Let's eat early." Bai Song listened and said, "Take a break at noon, Master Luo."
"Yeah!" After Master Luo said the above words, he felt much better. After he finished speaking, he left and went directly to the cafeteria.
He was often interrupted when he was speaking, so it felt great to be able to finish his speech once and for all.
After Master Luo left, Ha Wuer asked Bai Song with a headache: "Brother, you are really great. I would never listen to you if it were me."
"Do you think what Master Luo said just now makes sense?" Bai Song asked.
"It makes sense, but it's too long-winded." Hawuer looked around and saw that no one could hear him: "It's just that a lot of things are unnecessary."
"You," Bai Song smiled. "I often use an app called Zhihu. There is often a situation where the questioner asks a question, and the answerer sometimes gives a biased answer, or part of the answer is irrelevant to the question. If the questioner is a high-quality questioner, they will be especially grateful to the answerer, but there are always a group of people who feel that the answerer owes them something, and they always say that the answerer does not answer the question and talks a lot of nonsense."
"Ah? How can this be? Shouldn't you be more humble when asking questions?" Hawule said.
"So what did you understand?" Bai Song asked.
"Ah..." Ha Wuer was stunned for a while, then he understood two things. First, although Master Luo talked a lot, the things he taught about handling disputes were all practical, and he must not underestimate them. It was really difficult for ordinary people to handle disputes. Second, he was really not humble. You should know that Bai Song was much better than him and he could listen there for fifteen minutes, actually just to let Master Luo explain to him. Not only did he not appreciate it, he thought Bai Song was boring...
"I understand. I should thank Master Luo and also thank my senior brother." Hawule said.
"You are the most straightforward one among the others, but even if you become a police officer in the future, don't assume that your colleagues are all kind-hearted. It is very likely that you will encounter difficulties and no one will help you. Now that you have someone like Master Luo, you should be happy. People should be content and not think that the whole world owes them like some people do." Bai Song said: "There is not so much kindness in this world, so cherish it."
"Ah, Senior Brother, I'm not that kind of person." Ha Wuer was a little anxious: "I don't think Master Luo is bad."
"I didn't say you," Bai Song said, "I just wanted to remind you."
"Yeah!" Ha Wuer nodded: "Brother, you are still the one who thinks things through. I don't know when I can reach your level. By the way, the old man whose flowers were stolen last time was exactly like what you said, and he really came to withdraw the police."
"There's nothing to look forward to." Bai Song nodded. "I'm going to the cafeteria to eat. You go out to eat and come back soon. After all, I'm on duty today."
"I looked at the lunch menu in the cafeteria this morning. Even if there is no pork, I can still eat it, so I won't go out." Hawule didn't care that much.
Regarding the custom of not eating pork, people care about it to different degrees. Some people cannot enter the Han canteen at all. As long as the pot has been used to cook pork, no matter how many times you wash it, they will not eat the food from it. If they are really in a hurry, they will just have some instant noodles or bread.
This is a matter of faith and we should indeed respect each other.
Hawuer is not so rigid. He just doesn't eat pork, but he also eats beef, mutton, eggs and other foods cooked by the Han people. When he was in school, he sometimes went to the Green Card Canteen to eat, and sometimes he followed his classmates to the ordinary canteen.
Bai Song took Hawule into the cafeteria, and found that there were only three or four people in the cafeteria.
"Where are the people?" Bai Song called out to Lao Luo and asked.
"I've finished eating and am resting in the house."
"I have a really free day today," Bai Song took out his tableware and started eating.
While he was eating, Lao Luo's phone rang. It seemed that there was a report of a fight in the restaurant. Lao Luo quickly finished the remaining rice and went out.
"It's getting warmer at noon and things are starting to get more busy," said Bai Song.
Winter is coming, it is cold in the morning, and many people come out at noon.
In this wave, there were three or four consecutive police incidents, and basically all the manpower was dispatched.
Hawule was a little nervous, but Baisong was not in a hurry and was still the same as usual.
At this moment, someone pushed the door open. Bai Song looked up and saw that it was Zhang Ning, Wei Yingfa and Wang Xiaohao.
"Aren't you three supposed to be resting? Why are you running to the cafeteria?" Hawule asked.
"Except for Shaxian, Lanzhou Ramen and Braised Chicken, the other restaurants around here are too expensive..." Wang Xiaohao sighed, "I've already eaten so much at these three restaurants."
"So I can only eat in the cafeteria," Wei Yingfa said helplessly, looking towards the kitchen: "Master chef, is there anything else to eat?"
"These are all fixed quantities, but there is plenty of rice. So, I'll make you some fried eggs with chopped green onions." The cafeteria chef is very nice.
"Thank you, Master Chef!" Zhang Ning immediately thanked him, "Add more chili!"
There is no internship salary for the interns in Beijing, so the leaders of the police station gave more instructions and asked them to make sure that these children had good food. The police station had specific instructions about their diet.
Fried eggs with peppers is a quick dish to prepare, in just three to five minutes, and the chef has made a large plate of it. It smells delicious, and Bai Song even ate a little more rice because it goes really well with rice.
Not long after finishing the meal, Bai Song's cell phone rang.
"Director Bai, there's a policeman at the front desk. All the police from our Hua Branch have been dispatched, so there's no one here. Would it be convenient for you to come over?" The person who called was Zhang Cheng.
"Okay, I'll be there right away." Bai Song said.
They just said nothing happened in the morning, but by noon even the chief on duty had sent out police officers. It was a bit exaggerated.
Bai Song was about to go over, and Hawule naturally followed him. Zhang Ning and others thought it was okay, so they followed him to the front desk.
When he arrived at the front desk, Bai Song saw a young woman and a courier, who were sitting about ten meters apart.
Bai Song and Hawule were wearing uniforms, while Zhang Ning and others were in plain clothes, watching from the side. Bai Song was just about to go up to ask what was going on when someone pushed open the door of the police station and came in. There were three men in total, and they all seemed to be from the courier company. As soon as they came in, they went over to the courier to ask what was going on.
When the courier saw his people coming, he felt a little aggrieved and said that he was sending the package normally and had delivered it to the lady's home in person. According to the requirements on the courier, the postage had to be paid on delivery, which was 54 yuan. However, the woman refused to pay the postage and wanted to take the items away directly. The courier was not happy with this, so the woman spoke harshly to the courier and even came up to snatch the package.
Bai Song frowned a little. Just listening to what the courier said, this woman was indeed a piece of shit. But the problem was that the living conditions of the residents in the area under the jurisdiction of Jinbao Street Police Station were generally okay. This shouldn't be the case, right?
Of course, he also knows that quality sometimes has no direct correlation with conditions.
"Officer, we record all our express deliveries, especially those that require payment on delivery." The courier's friend asked the courier for his cell phone, asked for the password, looked it up, and then handed the phone to Bai Song.
Bai Song took it and put it to his ear to listen. He found that it was indeed no different from what the courier said. The woman's curse was very unpleasant. He let these people sit here and asked the young woman.
Bai Song frowned after just one look. This girl was not ugly, and her face had undergone multiple plastic surgeries, but her expression said, "I'm not easy to mess with."
People like this are often most likely to go to extremes, so Bai Song stepped forward and asked what was going on.
"This is just the courier company looking for trouble. It's just a small thing, but the courier fee is over 50? And why do they have to pay for it when they walk to the hotel?" The woman was unhappy: "I just left my suitcase at the hotel. Why do they have to pay for it when they send it back to me? That hotel is really a piece of shit. They don't even have this little service, and it's a chain star hotel!"
"Let's not talk about the hotel," Bai Song shook his head. "Since this is the case, why don't you just pay the courier and negotiate with the hotel?"
"How can you not talk about the hotel? I live there, I am God! Is this how they treat God? Also, we taxpayers support you, and you talk like this? It's as if I am wrong!"
"Forget it," Ha Wuer said, with a headache. "I'll pay for more than fifty yuan. You can go back early."
"Hey, hey, hey, the police are rich? Is it a big deal that the police are rich? It is much easier for you to make money than us. We work hard to save every penny. Who knows where your money comes from?" The woman continued sarcastically.
"If you don't want to accept the good intention, forget it." Bai Song signaled Ha Wuer not to speak, and then said to the woman: "The police also have good intentions. Tell me how to solve it yourself."
"What policeman? I see a crooked shoulder. You're still a student," the woman tilted her head to the side.
At this moment, Zhang Ning and a few others were very angry. Zhang Cheng, who was sitting at the front desk, was also angry, but no one said anything.
"This is the public security agency," Bai Song stared into the woman's eyes. "I suggest you pay attention to your words and actions, and don't keep this attitude with the police. I'll only give you one chance. You can try to see if the consequences of your words that cross the line are something you can bear!"
"Humph," the woman groaned, and finally stopped talking nonsense. She said, "Anyway, I think there is something wrong with their courier company. I have already complained to them and the hotel. Just let me take my things and leave. Today's matter will be over."
"Did you know that the other party recorded the conversation when he was at your doorstep just now?" Bai Song said, "I just listened to the recording and you insulted him, which is illegal."
"Illegal? He deserves it! He actually said that I should pay for it! In my opinion, I left my things in the hotel, and since the hotel sent them back to me, I should pay for it myself! They and the courier company actually asked me to pay for it, isn't this ridiculous?" said the woman.
"What I want to talk about now is your illegal behavior," Bai Song didn't want to talk about the same thing with her anymore.
"Yes, I scolded him. What's wrong? Did he get into trouble or something? Don't think I don't know the law. The public security management punishment... regulations or something are very clear. For insults to constitute a violation of the law, they must be done openly. When I scolded him, there were only two of us at the door of my house!" The woman said, "You can criticize me at most, but you can't scold me, let alone punish me."
"According to Article 42 of the Public Security Administration Punishment Law, the 'public conduct' mentioned in the insulting behavior refers to a situation where it can be heard and seen by an unspecified number of people. It is not necessary for it to actually be heard and seen by many people, nor is it necessary for the victim to be present. The doorstep of your home is a place where it can be heard and seen by an unspecified number of people." Bai Song is least afraid of talking about these things.
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