I won 90 million, all I want to do is lie down and relax!

The traffic police officer's positioning was excellent; Lu Zhaoyang had barely seen the person before he was already right in front of him, and before he could even react, the officer had already arrived.

"Comrade, stop for a moment."

Unsurprisingly, the traffic police officer reached out and stopped him.

Lu Zhaoyang obediently got out of the car; this was the first time he had been stopped by the traffic police.

They rarely encounter traffic police officers on their usual route.

I was careless today.

He noticed a female traffic police officer recording with a camera nearby, so he quickly turned his head away.

Who knows if this is just a record of law enforcement proceedings, or if it's intended to be used to create some kind of educational video?

It would be incredibly embarrassing if someone I know saw a news article on a public WeChat account.

"Please show your identification information..."

"Excuse me, I don't have my ID card with me."

"It's okay, just give me your ID number."

Left with no other choice, Lu Zhaoyang had to give his ID number.

He glanced at the elderly man in black who had stopped beside him.

The old man is very safety conscious and always wears a helmet when he goes out.

The traffic police officer on duty looked down to verify the information in the handheld device, then looked up and said in a measured tone, "Riding a non-motorized vehicle without a helmet is a traffic violation. This is a first offense, so no fine will be issued..."

"Oh, thank you, officer, thank you."

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhaoyang's lips curled into a wide grin, and he quickly expressed his gratitude in a sweet tone.

He knew that even if he were fined, the amount wouldn't be large.

But it's a shame that he's being punished like this.

The traffic policeman coughed lightly, looked up at him, and reminded him with a hint of helplessness, "Don't call me 'uncle,' just call me 'comrade.'"

Upon closer inspection, Lu Zhaoyang realized that the other person was about the same age as him, at most two or three years apart.

Calling someone "uncle" is indeed a bit inappropriate.

"Calling someone 'uncle' is a sign of respect for their profession."

Lu Zhaoyang gave an awkward smile.

The female police officer in charge of filming couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.

Unfortunately, before Lu Zhaoyang could even feel happy, the traffic police officer continued, "Although you are exempt from the fine, the warning and education cannot be waived. Now, according to the requirements of the event, you need to stop a cyclist who is also not wearing a helmet before you can go."

As he spoke, the traffic policeman handed over a small red flag.

Lu Zhaoyang looked closely and his face turned green.

The flag read: Don't follow my example, I wasn't wearing a helmet!

"Am I going to use this to arrest people here?"

Lu Zhaoyang had seen these short videos online and thought they were quite funny at the time.

But if this actually happened to me, it wouldn't be fun at all.

"Excuse me, officer, please fine me. I'm willing to pay!"

Lu Zhaoyang didn't hesitate for a second.

"If I said I'd be exempt from punishment, I definitely won't be. Here, take this flag. We'll catch one quickly..."

The traffic policeman stopped worrying about how he addressed the man and, with a smile, handed the small flag to Lu Zhaoyang, adding quietly, "This activity has just started, and you're the first one to experience it."

"I……"

Lu Zhaoyang was completely stunned when he heard this.

Why am I so unlucky?

You're a traffic cop, what's with that gloating tone?

"Excuse me, could you please stop slapping my face?"

Lu Zhaoyang noticed the camera and quickly pulled his hat down to cover half of his face.

A few minutes later, Lu Zhaoyang stood at the intersection, flag in hand, looking utterly hopeless as he tried to arrest someone.

There were quite a few people passing by, but everyone was so law-abiding, they were all wearing helmets.

"Sir, why don't you go ahead first? Tell me the location, and I'll go there myself when I'm done."

The old man who was rushing along just a moment ago seems to be in no hurry at all now.

They stood by and watched, even setting aside their stools.

"It's okay, no rush."

"Hehehe."

Lu Zhaoyang could only let out two helpless dry laughs.

After enduring it for a good ten minutes or so.

Lu Zhaoyang finally caught a passerby who wasn't wearing a helmet, and was finally free.

This day started off badly.

Lu Zhaoyang thought to himself that he desperately needed a good fishing spot to catch up on some sleep.

The ride was short, and we arrived at our destination.

"Sir, is this a fishpond?"

Lu Zhaoyang looked at the body of water in front of him and spoke.

He had never fished in a pond before, but he knew the fishpond all along.

The area isn't very large, but it's not small either.

"Do you think people will be happy if we fish here?"

Lu Zhaoyang said with concern.

The old man glanced at him and simply said, "Figure it out yourself."

He thought the question was so stupid that he refused to answer.

The two parked their car on the side of the road and saw an elderly man walk out of the inconspicuous simple house.

"Hey, Lao Xu, what a rare guest! You haven't left yet?"

The white-bearded old man looked older than the black-haired old man, but he seemed to be in good health.

However, the way he greeted her left Lu Zhaoyang speechless.

"You're not dead yet, how could I possibly get there before you!" the old man chuckled and retorted.

"It's alright, it's alright. If you're in a hurry, just go ahead. No need for all that respect for elders and care for the young," the white-bearded old man said happily.

"It's always good to respect the elderly and care for the young; after all, this is our traditional virtue."

The two of them took turns speaking.

They may seem to be scolding each other harshly, but you can tell from their tone that they are actually old friends with a close relationship.

"Didn't you look down on my fishpond? Why are you here now, and with some young guys?"

As the white-bearded old man spoke, he sized up Lu Zhaoyang.

"This kid just started fishing, so I brought him here to try it out. The fish here are clumsy and easy to catch."

"Sure, you can start fishing as soon as you pay. I'd be more than happy to oblige."

Without saying a word, the old man in black took out a hundred-yuan bill and handed it to the old man with the white beard.

The latter casually took the money, put it in his pocket, snorted, and slowly returned to the hut.

Lu Zhaoyang asked curiously, "Sir, does this place charge admission?"

"Um."

"Why did you bring me here?"

Lu Zhaoyang didn't believe what Uncle Hei had just said.

Because judging his fishing skills alone is a serious deviation from the facts.

His fishing skills are quite good.

He doesn't fish much on weekdays simply because he's not taking it seriously.

He can catch fish if he gets serious.

He knew this old man in black.

Grandpa Hei found a fishing spot, spread out his fishing gear and began to prepare. Then he slowly explained, "This old man's fishpond is about to go out of business. We're here today to support him."

"Oh, is that so?"

Lu Zhaoyang suddenly realized.

That's what I said.

The two spoke to each other with seemingly no mercy, frequently asking each other why they weren't dead yet.

But you can tell that only friends who have been friends for countless years can be so uninhibited.

"Why? Doesn't it make money here?"

Lu Zhaoyang sat down beside him and asked curiously.