"What are you complaining about? You can't solve it?" Wang Bo turned around and asked.
Elizabeth made a helpless gesture and said with a wry smile: "You have to handle this matter. It's a bit magical. I don't know how to handle it."
Wang Bo straightened his uniform and said, "Okay, first tell me what you are complaining about, and then bring the person over to me."
Elizabeth spread her hands again, and then she opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out, but she looked at him awkwardly.
Wang Bo frowned and said, "What's wrong? What do you mean?"
Elizabeth said: "The complainant is unwilling to come to see you. Well, I don't know what to say. Boss, it means that our town has public bathrooms, right? This complaint is that there is discrimination and gender discrimination in our bathrooms? Anyway, it is discriminate."
"What do you mean?" Wang Bo was also confused.
Elizabeth asked: "Let's put it this way, boss, you know that there are nearly 7 billion people on the earth, men and women, but some people are unable to figure out their gender from birth."
Wang Bo blinked: "You can't figure out your gender. You mean, uh, someone like Brother Chun?"
"Who?" Elizabeth asked, "Do you know the neutrals? Have you seen them? It would be easier if you were familiar with them."
After listening to her words, Wang Bo probably understood. He asked: "Isn't it because someone said that our toilets are not complete enough? We also need to set up gender-neutral toilets?"
The town is determined to build a tourism industry, so public facilities must be complete. There are more than ten public toilets alone, all of which are very luxurious mobile toilets. Wang Bo hired five people to clean them.
But of course these toilets are only for men and women. He didn't prepare any gender-neutral toilets at the beginning.
Elizabeth nodded and said: "Yes, that's it. Some tourists say that they are gender-neutral people. I think New Zealand society is tolerant and free. In order to respect the rights and needs of these people, we should set up gender-neutral bathrooms." Bar?"
Lao Wang slapped his forehead depressedly. New Zealand has a total population of four million. He has never heard of such a thing in China, but he never expected to encounter it here.
He had no experience in handling similar matters, so he searched online.
New Zealand pays attention to many things, and gender-neutral restrooms are one of them. Now many public places, including shopping malls, bus stations and public entertainment venues, have begun to install "gender-neutral restrooms", or "unisex restrooms".
The signs of these gender-neutral restrooms are quite interesting. Generally, signs are hung at the door of men's and women's restrooms to distinguish them. Those with pants placards are men's restrooms, those with skirts are standard for women's restrooms, and gender-neutral restrooms have standard placards with The pattern is half a skirt and a pair of trouser legs...
In addition, the words unisex or der are usually marked under the sign. Such bathrooms can be used freely by men, women, and unisex people. They are not specially prepared for unisex people.
Wang Bo estimated that both men and women can use it to eliminate the strange looks from some people. After all, if the use is restricted, then whoever goes there will be a neutral person. In order to avoid being discriminated against, neutral people will not go to such a restroom.
At first, he thought he would have to buy a new toilet. It wouldn't be such a hassle. He just needed to buy a sign and put it up, because this toilet was open to both men and women.
Later, Bowen came over to get the documents and saw that he was preparing to order a sign with information about homelessness. He shook his head and said with a smile, "No need to buy it. Just make one yourself. Leave it to me and I can hang it up tomorrow."
In the afternoon, Hill, a small-town writer, walked in happily, handed him a hard drive and said, "It's my first novel inside. Take a look."
Wang Bo was surprised: "You are fast enough."
It had been less than two months since the two of them had talked, and the speed at which they had completed a mystery-based detective story was astonishing. After all, according to New Zealand's publishing rules, a book has about 300,000 words.
Hill shrugged and said, "No, it's just the first step, about 100,000 words."
Lao Wang pouted, this speed is too slow, it only took two months to produce 100,000 words? Fortunately, what he wants to do is a physical book. If he were to write an online article in China, at this speed, he would definitely be a hit!
He turned on the computer and started reading. The story started quickly:
Pukekawa is a small city more than 100 kilometers south of Auckland, New Zealand's largest city. New Zealand's largest river, the Waikato River, flows nearby, providing abundant water for crop growth and life survival.
The land here is fertile, the terrain is open, and farms are adjacent to each other as far as the eye can see.
At noon, the sun was blazing, and policeman Duke was looking at an old notebook with a puzzled face. He wanted to lie down on the notebook to rest for a while, and then an alarm call suddenly rang!
The appearance of this phone call dispelled Duke's sleepiness and also broke the leisurely and peaceful pastoral life in the farm city...
The story begins like this. Wang Bo guessed the background and prototype of the case as soon as he looked at the place - the mystery of the Pukekawa Blood House!
This is a widely circulated case in New Zealand. It has not been solved until now. The case has been around for nearly half a century. It is an old case from 45 years ago.
Using such a case will inevitably generate controversy, as it may reflect reality and ridicule the police system. However, this does not matter in New Zealand, because the police and politicians are meant to be ridiculed.
I have to say that Hill's thinking is really powerful, his writing is concise and powerful, and the plot has twists and turns, which is exactly in line with the characteristics of a popular detective genre.
Wang Bo spent the next time watching this movie. The 100,000 words consumed him for more than two hours, because the development of the story during this period was quite brain-burning. As a policeman, he put himself in his shoes and thought about the development of the story, which was quite time-consuming.
After reading it, Wang Bo looked up and found that Hill had not left, but was still waiting in his office, full of expectation.
"You didn't go back?"
Hill said: "Of course, you are the first reader, I need to know your..."
"Go back and continue writing, I want to see the next plot!"
Although Wang Bo's tone was rude, Hill laughed happily after hearing his words. These words were more powerful than any compliment.
Rubbing his hands, he asked: "Look, it should be fine to publish this book, right? I mean published by the publisher, not published by myself."
Wang Bodao: "It's definitely no problem. Uh, what does self-publishing mean? Was it yours before?"
Hill said awkwardly: "I published the first two books at my own expense, but the publisher was unwilling to sign my copyright, so if I wanted to publish and sell them, I had to pay for them myself."
At this point, he became happy again: "This shouldn't be needed anymore, and I think it's great."
Wang Bodao: "Of course, but why does it have to be published? There are other ways, man!"
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