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Chapter 55 Wisdom of the people at the bottom.

The patrol car restarted, and Jia Youqian asked curiously while holding the camera: "Uncle policeman, has this homeless man been in your area for a long time?"

The middle-aged policeman nodded: "Yeah, it's been more than ten years. Don't look at him now. He was a multi-millionaire 20 years ago. Unfortunately, he was cheated into bankruptcy and his wife ran away with her son." , he has been insane all the time, even if we shut him down, the rescue station also sent him, but he would sneak back after a while, saying that he was looking for his son."

Both Jia Yougan and Xie Buchen were silent. The impact brought about by the experience of these two days was beyond their imagination before they came. Various "labels" that originally only existed in literary works have now appeared vividly one by one. In front of them, ordinary people have tears, grievances, and helplessness, but they never give up hope. Perhaps their strong longing for a better future is their strength to grow like weeds?
The patrol car has been patrolling the square until early in the morning, when the middle-aged policeman finally got off work, he offered to invite Han Fei and the three of them to have a supper.

"That's not going to happen, we have to invite it." Jia Youqian said.

The middle-aged policeman waved his hand: "It's better to wait for you to work before hiring me. It's not easy for adults to make money."

"Uncle policeman, you are looking down on people. I haven't used my family's money since I was a freshman in high school." Jia Youqian said with a straight chest.

"Hey, where did you get the money?" The middle-aged policeman took everyone to a food stall and sat down, his tone seemed a little disbelieving.

Han Fei smiled: "Uncle Policeman, it's rare for this iron cock to pluck its feathers. You are so welcome. This guy's monthly manuscript fee is tens of thousands. We don't feel sorry for him."

Seeing that they didn't look like they were lying, the middle-aged policeman was stunned for a moment, and said with emotion: "Hey, it's amazing. I earn so much a month at such a young age. It seems that our generation is really old."

"You are not old, you are more than enough to catch robbers." Han Fei laughed.

Xie Buchen and Jia Yougan took the opportunity to order food, and the middle-aged policeman pointed at Han Fei and laughed: "I can see it, the three of you are the most philistine kid, alas, no, but don't look at me now We are a small group of policemen, and before we stepped down, we were also good hands in the Criminal Police Brigade."

"Yo, then you have a story, the boss brought a bottle of wine." Han Fei didn't care at all about the evaluation of the middle-aged police philistine, maybe he didn't have the attributes of Wenqing at all in his bones.

The middle-aged policeman was actually very talkative. After two glasses of wine, he lifted up his clothes to show Han Fei the bullet holes and knife scars on his stomach. When he talked about his retirement from the criminal police post, the 1.7-meter-eight man burst into tears.

"Actually, it's not a grievance. It's just that the bullet hurts the lungs and the body can't hold on anymore. But they are still wearing police uniforms everywhere. They are still policemen. Don't underestimate the policemen here."

In the end, it was Han Fei and the three who sent him back home. The middle-aged policeman's wife was very kind-hearted. Facing her drunken husband, she didn't complain at all. She put a hot towel on his face and hurriedly went up and down.

For the next half month, Han Fei and the three of them collected materials in the train station square, rain or shine, and they were no longer regarded as bad guys because of the existence of the police patrol car, but there were still some passengers who were reluctant to face the camera. .

Jia Youqian didn't force himself, he kept capturing their most natural state, and he took more and more materials. Han Fei's notebook also densely recorded the types and dates of the materials. According to Jia Youqian, Han Fei graduated. Even if there is no filming, you will not die of starvation as a scene recorder.

Of course, in Han Fei's view, these words were purely insulting.

However, as the Spring Festival is approaching, Yangcheng Railway Station also ushered in the peak of Spring Festival travel. Every day, the train station square is full of endless crowds, and the police station has also sent more police officers to patrol. According to the middle-aged police, The next few days will be a hell mode test for all police officers.

"I said, these days, we have almost finished shooting the material of the square, why don't we stay at the police station for a few days?" Jia Youqian said.

Both Han Fei and Xie Buchen expressed no objection.

Every year during the Spring Festival travel season in Yangcheng Railway Station, in addition to tourists, there will be a large number of vendors, scalpers, thieves, and scammers. Therefore, the police at the Railway Station Police Station not only maintain the order of the train station every year, but also communicate with these people. Battle of wits and courage.

Like scalpers, thieves, and liars, it’s okay to say, just do it directly. It’s these traders who really give the police a headache.

No, more than a dozen vendors were brought to the police station early in the morning, some selling water, drinks, food, small stools, and magazines.

These vendors seemed to be used to this, they didn't make any noise, they just stood obediently by the side of the hall.

Jia Yougan couldn't bear it: "Uncle policeman, they are all out to make a living. Isn't it a little bit to arrest them like this?"

"A little too cruel?" The middle-aged policeman asked with a smile.

Jia Youqian scratched his head and laughed but did not speak.

The middle-aged policeman shook his head and smiled wryly: "What if we don't arrest them? Continue to let them set up stalls here? There may be ten stalls in the square today, but tomorrow there will be a hundred if no one cares about them. I can’t finish catching it.”

Jia Youqian remained silent, rationally telling him that what the middle-aged policeman said was correct, but emotionally, he still sympathized with these traders. If it wasn't for making a living, who wouldn't want to go home early and have a family reunion? What about street stalls?
The final result is that the police station seized the goods of the vendors and asked them to come back to collect them on New Year's Eve. As for the vendors themselves, they were not punished at all. This may be the most gentle punishment the police station can make.

But what surprised Jia Yougan was that, except for a few vendors who silently signed and left, the rest of the vendors said that if the goods were seized, they should be locked up together.

Then, the police station decisively fulfilled them.

In the detention room, Jia Yougan asked puzzledly, "Why don't you want to leave?"

An aunt who sold small stools said proudly: "You don't understand this. If the goods are detained, we have no place to go. It's still early before the Spring Festival, and food and accommodation will cost money. Why not Detain us, control food and housing, anyway, they will release us on New Year's Eve, just in time to go home."

The rest of the vendors nodded for a while, Jia Yougan didn't know what to say anymore, maybe this is the wisdom of the people at the bottom of society?

Xie Buchen was even more dumbfounded, and had to admit that, to a certain extent, this was indeed the most beneficial plan for them.

(End of this chapter)