Who are you scolding for eating soft rice?

Chapter 22 22. 10,000+ a month, what kind of life do you play?

At dusk, in front of the Omiya District Police Station.

An old man looked up at the sky, looking through the gaps between high-rise buildings at the red and purple skyline, with overlapping clouds like fragments, which looked even more beautiful after the sunset, which was pleasing to the eye.

But judging from his experience, this is a sign that the rainy season is lingering, and it is expected to rain again in the evening.

But rain is not a bad thing. At least there are few things and few people in rainy days. I can sleep well at night. After looking at it for a while, I turned back to the security booth and sprinkled a handful of wolfberries into the thermos. After soaking for half a minute, I felt comfortable. She took a sip, and lay comfortably on the curved recliner.

Looking at the police uniform on the hanger next to it, and the two stripes and one cherry-gray epaulettes on it, the old man was quite emotional.

This is the shoulder insignia of the rank of Inspector General.

Japan's police ranks are divided into nine grades, each grade is not graded. It is easy to distinguish from inspector to police chief. It is nothing more than dyeing the epaulettes yellow or adding a few stripes. The highest police chief and chief executive only have a few yellow stars.

Inspector is the second-to-last police rank.

This is a consolation police rank. It is specially given to non-professional police officers who have not been admitted to the inspection department for ten years. They belong to the bottom among the bottom.

After all, he came from the quasi-professional group and was the inspection minister.

The inspection director, whether in the police headquarters or the district police station, is only a clerk at best.

I used to be young and ignorant, and I always felt that hard work would be rewarded, so even if I stayed up all night and worked overtime all day long, I didn’t complain about it, and I even dared to fight to the death when I met gangsters in the field. Fall a whole body problem.

Until he semi-retired and became a security guard.

Only then did he realize how stupid he was before.

Sometimes I have to admit that the origin does crush most of the hard work, and he is a good example.

Now he still gets annoyed sometimes.

What the hell is he doing with 10,000+ yen a month? ?

Even though I was scarred and with red eyes, when I asked my boss why I couldn't be promoted, I mostly received comfort and encouragement. I could say a lot of nice things, but they had no real effect.

Polite, enthusiastic, ask three questions.

Thanks, thank you, but sorry.

I understand, I understand, there is really nothing I can do about it.

This is a common attitude that bosses have towards themselves.

As for those who came from the police academy or prestigious schools and passed the national examination, the professional group and the quasi-professional group, they are taken around by their bosses all day long. Even if they are just useless showmen and have never been on the front line, they can still live a life of debauchery. In life, I just drink and eat meat after work, and never go out to work. Otherwise, it's not enough.

What?As the future rising stars of our police system, how can you not drink alcohol!
Don’t know how to play?waste!How will you improve in the future?

What field work?Isn't that all the work of the temporary workers in the non-professional group?You don't even have the guts to direct other people's work, don't you want to stay?

Go over there and spend our money!
How blind I am!To bring such an incompetent rookie by your side?Can your body be healthy if you don’t eat and drink well?We are not in good health, so how can we get rid of the bad name of the rice bucket group and fight against evil! ?

The old man admits that most of them have passed the national first-class or second-class exams through their own efforts. It is still very chilling for a desperate person like myself to have no promotion.

It has been a dream-like 40-year career. Looking back now, if I had been more cunning and tried to please my boss instead of doing my job, I would not have ended up like this.

But can you still stick to your heart.

This question is unknown.

Reminiscing about his life, the old inspector couldn't help but sigh in his heart, but his old fingers rubbed the thermos in his hand, and he was quite satisfied with his current life, and he was even a little annoyed why he didn't transfer his post earlier and just guarded this little one. The security booth reads newspapers and drinks tea all day long, which saves 40 years of detours!

He put the cup back on the table and was about to pull out a copy of the Evening Economic News to read, but out of the corner of his eye he suddenly saw a stranger not wearing a police uniform walking towards the door, and he instinctively raised his spirits and looked over.

However, seeing the face of the person who came, the vigilance in the old man's eyes gradually dissipated, he waved to him with a smile and said, "Boy from the Long Gu family, why are you here again?"

He didn't know this young man before, and it's only been three or four days since he became familiar with him. He is the younger brother of a quasi-professional team in the sub-bureau. He belongs to the family of a police officer, so he is quite polite.

Besides, this kid is very talkative, he can chat for a long time with this dying old man, and he doesn't feel tired, which makes him more enthusiastic.

Seeing the cigarette handed over by the other party, the old man's eyes lit up suddenly, and while taking it, he glanced at the other party, saw the rice in Takiguzawa's hand, and said with a smile: "Give your sister another bento."

"Yeah, sister is really too busy, and I'm not very good at taking care of myself, so I just came to deliver a lunch." Takitani Ze smiled, took out the lighter from his pocket, handed it forward, and came forward. old man lights cigarette.

"Young people are energetic, but it's not okay to just focus on work and ruin your body. You have to persuade your sister, she is a quasi-professional group, why should she be like that all day long?"

Speaking of this, the old man's voice stopped abruptly, because he suddenly thought that the kid named Tsubaki Takiya in the bureau seemed to be an exception. He was obviously from the quasi-professional group, and he hadn't been promoted for three years.

A semi-retired security guard like him actually knows a lot about the internal gossip in the branch.

It is said that the child was too naive, and worked as hard as he did when he was young. He never seemed to go out to the bar, and his promotion places were always taken away by young people from other departments.

But this child has a very upright personality. It seems that he made a big fuss in the office a few days ago. Many people heard the scolding. I heard that he cried at his workstation for a long time.

Many thoughts flashed through the old man's mind, and he couldn't say more: "Your sister's situation is a bit special."

"Probably because it's too ideal."

"Ideals are a good thing, but not here."

"By the way, do you know Section Chief Kazama?"

"That boy Futian? Of course I know him, let alone him, I even know the director! But they don't buy my account, and the old man can't help."

The old man stared, and quickly waved his hands to express that he didn't have that ability. It's okay to ask him to find a place where no one is around and scold others. If he really asks for help, he probably won't be able to get in, so don't embarrass others.

Takitani Ze shook his head with a smile, and then explained: "I didn't want to trouble you, I just planned to pay a visit, but I don't know where the other party's home is."

"Coming to visit? That's okay." The old man was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and seemed to understand what he meant.

But then he fell silent.

Only the cigarette butt flickered from time to time, and then slowly spit out the smoke, and fell into silence for a while.

Seeing this, Takiguzawa smiled.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly seemed to remember something. He groped around on his body, took out two slender pieces of paper from his leather wallet, handed them in the direction of the old man, and said with a smile:

"By the way, didn't you say that your granddaughter likes concerts very much? Recently, a star from Tokyo came to Saitama Gymnasium to hold a concert. My friend works there and gave me two tickets, but I don't like this. Why are you interested? Why don't I give it to you directly?"

"How can this be done? I heard that tickets are quite expensive."

"I gave it to you from a friend, and I didn't intend to listen to it myself. If you don't accept this ticket, it will be a waste."

"Oh! Oh! What a shame!"

The old man muttered, and waved his hands in mid-air to evade, but he seemed to have poor eyesight, and moving his hands back and forth did not stop Takitanizawa's movements.

Let the two tickets be stuffed into your pocket.

Throwing away the cigarette butt, the old man smiled again. He twisted his face and took out a pen, scrawled a line of words on the notebook, closed the cap of the pen, tore off the paper, and handed it to Takitani Ze through the window. Passed it over:

"This is the address. Don't say I gave it to you. You'd better go there at eight or nine in the evening. Besides, he likes drinking tea. You kid can figure it out on your own."

"Thank you so much."

Takitani Ze accepted the note with a smile.

After getting what he wanted, he felt confident. He chatted a lot with the old man named Beiyuan. It was quite pleasant to talk and laugh. After more than ten minutes, he patted his butt and prepared to deliver the meal. .

But when he just turned around and was about to leave, he stopped again, pondered for a moment and told the old man:

"By the way, don't tell my sister about this."

"Your sister's kid hasn't even spoken to me. She's far behind you in terms of understanding!" The old man Beiyuan was a little confused by his words, but felt that what he said was in vain. He is just an old janitor, and this precinct There were so many people, but few were willing to chat with him.

But looking at the seriousness on Takiguzawa's face, Beiyuan's old face was also puzzled, and couldn't help asking:

"But why can't you tell her?"

"My sister has a more upright character, but she has been troubled by this matter for a long time. Although I want to help her, I am also afraid that she will blame me for what I did after she finds out."

Takiguzawa sighed pretentiously, and slowly said the belly draft he had typed before, looking quite helpless.

"You're helping her, how can she blame you!?" The old man Beiyuan stared, seemingly in disbelief.

At this, Takitanizawa just forced a smile.

But in the eyes of the old man Beiyuan, he seemed to understand something. He was silent for a while, then waved his hand and agreed: "Don't worry, I won't tell you, just go ahead."

"Thank you so much."

Takitanizawa thanked him again, bowed slightly and was released with his lunch box, and went straight to the main administrative building.

Inside the security booth at the entrance of the police station.

The old man Beiyuan took out another cigarette from his pocket and lit it. He took a few puffs and watched the young man disappear into the administration building. He sat there and thought for a moment.

He shook his head with some emotion.

If I had such a younger brother back then, I probably wouldn't have been just an inspector for the rest of my life.

The smoke rose and gradually covered the old man's face.

Ruoyouruowuou's self-talk sounded.

"This kid is so sensible. I'll take a chance and tell his sister about it later to see what the reaction will be. I won't be able to hide it after this is done. If his sister isn't happy with it, I'll help him if I tell him in advance."

　Test the waters today, follow up, please everyone!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)