In the afternoon, Zhou Ze actually accompanied Lao Zhang to the elementary school.
Since Boss Zhou had promised Feng Si to cooperate with his operations and do some "good things" in the near future, he would naturally not go back on his word.
On the school playground, the primary school students brought their own chairs and sat in neat rows on the playground.
Lao Zhang sat on the podium and gave a legal education lecture with the microphone.
In fact, Lao Zhang is also the honorary principal of this primary school. Of course, he doesn't charge any money. He only needs to give one or two lectures every semester. If he is not available, other police officers can be sent.
The sun was a bit strong in the afternoon. Although it wouldn't cause heatstroke, it would be a torture for people to sit under it and just listen to boring words.
However, the students are probably already accustomed to this kind of torture.
Lao Zhang didn't read from a script, nor did he have any script to read from. He just started with a relatively rare case.
Not only were the students sitting on the playground below listening attentively with their eyes wide open, but even the teachers and school leaders who were managing order and accompanying the students were also listening with great interest.
After reviewing several cases, we first presented them, then analyzed them, and finally summarized them. This ensured that the case was interesting while also giving it a beginning and an end, thus guiding everyone to reflect.
Boss Zhou had been standing next to the podium and was quite surprised by Lao Zhang's performance.
Old Zhang, who is usually quite honest and dull in the bookstore, unexpectedly has this side of him.
If he wasn't a policeman, he could go directly to various schools and act as a "mentor" who gives people chicken soup and pumps up their morale.
The last case is about Lao Zhang himself, or to be more precise, the person with this identity.
Undercover in a drug trafficking group, fighting wits and courage, passing information to the police, with life hanging by a thread, all told by Lao Zhang, the "person involved", the effect is even more exciting than a police and gangster TV series.
"So, kids, don't think that drugs are far away from you. In fact, they are not far away!
Judging from cases in recent years, the trend of teenagers being harmed by drug addicts is gradually increasing. It can be said that this devilish hand is constantly approaching us!
When you graduate and go to middle school, college, or even to put it bluntly, even if you drop out of school, it doesn’t matter. Life is a long journey, but if you dare to touch drugs, then your life will be completely dead end!
Every year, many police officers fighting on the front line of drug control are injured or sacrificed. Their efforts are actually to protect you and to provide you with a safe and clean sky. We should be grateful. At the same time, we should cherish and not let down or waste their sacrifice and dedication! "
The lecture ended with a "salute" gesture.
Some of the primary school students below saluted and some clapped loudly, and each of their little faces looked very excited.
The school principal smiled with envy at the side. The students' feedback was much more enthusiastic than when he gave his opening speech every year.
The vice-principal next to the principal secretly glanced at the principal with disdain. Who wouldn't be fed up with the opening of your opening speech at the opening ceremony that has remained unchanged for many years: "In this autumn breeze that brings coolness and the fragrance of golden osmanthus"
Um,
Boss Zhou was not just watching the whole process.
There was a naughty kid who liked to pick his nose while listening to a lecture.
The temperature has risen in the past few days and summer is coming. The air has become drier and the nose is prone to dryness. If you pick your nose all the time, it is easy to get a nosebleed.
Boss Zhou stepped forward and helped the little fat boy with a nosebleed to stop the bleeding. With the cooperation of Lao Zhang, the elementary school student and the teachers around him explained the correct ways to deal with nosebleeds.
Some so-called problem-solving habits, which ones are effective and which ones are wrong, are explained.
At least, I have made my presence felt, otherwise I would really be like a bag-carrying assistant brought by Lao Zhang.
After everything is over,
Lao Zhang declined the invitation from the school leaders to stay for dinner.
Driving Zhou Ze back to the bookstore.
On the way, Lao Zhang would glance at his boss sitting in the passenger seat from time to time.
He really couldn't understand why the boss suddenly wanted to follow him to school. This was not the boss's style at all.
In fact, Zhou Ze couldn't figure it out. He couldn't figure out what else he did in the afternoon besides helping a little fat boy stop his nosebleed
When I think of this,
Zhou Ze couldn't help but look at Lao Zhang.
I just feel that "political correctness" seems to be a bit out of work now.
Oh no,
No,
I seem to have made a mistake in the direction.
"Police station, is there really nothing else to do now?"
"Ah, well, during the year you were asleep, our city of Tongcheng had fewer criminal cases, not to mention ordinary public security cases."
“… …” Zhou Ze.
Why does this sound weird
It can be seen that
Lao Zhang has indeed had a much more comfortable time this year. Before, he had no time to go to school to take legal education classes, but now, he has even mastered the skills of public speaking.
Fortunately,
Lao Zhang can let people down occasionally,
But there was one person,
When looking for something to do,
Never disappoints!
The phone rang, Zhou Ze picked it up, it was Laodao calling.
Zhou Ze answered the phone.
The old Taoist's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Boss, something seems to have happened here."
Zhou Ze sat up straight abruptly when he heard this.
Something happened, finally something happened!
From Zhou Ze's perspective, he really hopes to get things done within one day to avoid having to go through the hassle in the days ahead.
The old man's call gave him hope of a quick victory.
"Where are you?"
"I'm in the demolition area on Wenhua Street."
"What happened?"
Zhou Ze pressed the loudspeaker button to signal Lao Zhang to change the route to Wenhua Street while continuing to ask the Taoist priest.
"The door here opened, and hundreds of dollars were thrown at the door."
"What's the meaning?"
"You're taking me for a fool, hahahaha!!!"
On the other end of the phone, the old Taoist was smiling happily.
It shows how strong and optimistic a person who can recover from adversity can be.
"Then what?"
"Then I called you, boss. I had a feeling that something must have happened in this room."
"Are you so sure?"
Zhou Ze was a little curious. According to past experience, the Taoist priest was often the most confused one. He was confused when things started, and he was still dizzy when they were over.
"Well, boss, my crotch is hot."
Zhou Ze nodded when he heard this, that's right.
"Step back a little and try to find a place with more people. I'll be there soon."
"Okay, boss."
… …
The old woman reluctantly picked up the several hundred dollars that she had left at the door.
When the old man in Taoist robe saw the money, he actually stepped back instead of advancing, as if he had seen through his own plan.
This was difficult for the old woman to understand.
Actually, to be honest,
The Taoist priest is a typical example of someone who has never eaten pork but has always slept with pigs.
Some experience and sixth sense are still very strong,
In addition, this time there is also a reminder that the crotch will get hot directly.
Next to the old woman stood an old man, whose belly was still bulging, making a blower sound.
The old woman reached out and touched the old man's belly, and comforted him, "Don't worry, don't worry, I will lure him in from outside, and if it doesn't work, I will find someone else for you.
Who told me to be so blind to marry you? I owe you my whole life!"
After hearing these words, the old man took the initiative to put his face close to the old woman's shoulder and rubbed it.
"Damn it, don't do this in broad daylight."
The old woman gently pushed the old man away, and then walked out of the house on her own initiative.
The old Taoist had retreated to a fruit stand outside the demolition area, bought a bunch of bananas from the stand, and ate them while looking around.
soon,
He saw the old woman who had tried to take the deposit come out.
The old woman has graceful steps and a swaying figure. If she were fifty years younger, she would definitely be the most beautiful girl in the village.
What a pity,
At this age,
In this posture,
It seems a bit...
Lao Dao’s taste is different from Lawyer An’s, but no matter how different they are, the type of girl Lao Dao likes is not going to be one who is only two or three years younger than him.
Seeing that seduction failed, the old woman immediately ran over anxiously and said:
"My old man has had a heart attack. Please be kind and help me take him to the hospital. It will be too late if you delay any longer."
The Taoist priest took another bite of the banana and pretended not to hear.
But the middle-aged stall owner suddenly stood up.
"Hurry up, have you called 120?"
As he said that, the middle-aged stall owner planned to go to the old woman's house to carry the person out. It might not be convenient for an ambulance to enter the alleys in the demolition area, so he could only go in and carry the person out first.
Seeing this, the old Taoist immediately reached out and grabbed the stall owner's wrist, shaking his head and saying:
"Don't get involved."
The middle-aged stall owner broke free from the old Taoist's hand and cursed angrily:
"Human life is at stake, how can we care about this!"
The more the middle-aged stall owner acted like this, the more the old Taoist couldn't bear to let him go like this, so he immediately said:
"You are the only one here. If you go there, I will steal all the fruits on your stall. You don't know who I am, and even if you call the police, they won't have the time to help you find the fruits."
"If you want to go, then go ahead. How can you be so cold-blooded? Fine, I don't want these fruits anymore. I'll give them to you as altars!"
After scolding the old Taoist priest angrily,
The middle-aged stall owner immediately took the old woman's hand and said anxiously:
"Which house do you live in?"
The old woman looked at the Taoist priest with some regret, but since she had hooked up with another one, it was better than letting her old man continue to starve. She immediately pointed to the location of her house and pulled the middle-aged stall owner directly to her house.
The old Taoist was scratching his head anxiously, but his family knew about his own business and he didn't dare to rush over foolishly. Otherwise, when the boss and his friends came, he would become their prisoner and make things difficult for them.
But seeing such a middle-aged stall owner who is eager to help others walk into a potentially dangerous situation,
The old Taoist was really upset.
He kicked a watermelon on the stall with enough force that it crushed Habit.
The middle-aged stall owner, who was halfway running while holding the old woman's hand, seemed to have heard the sound.
Looking back,
He was immediately furious.
Cursed:
"Fuck you, you old bastard, you really messed up my business!"
Cursing and cursing,
This middle-aged stall owner is really a grumpy old man who gets angry easily.
He was so angry that he let go of the old woman's hand and rushed back without stopping.
“… … ”Old woman.