It's none of my business. I'm just a lunch box seller.

Then, Boss Cheng appeared in the district police station again after a year and a half, and brought Shaoan with him.

However, the purpose of the visitor's visit was completely different. The boss came to pay a fine and sign the "Administrative Detention Family Member Notice" as Brock Rumlow's "parent".

That's right! Although the police officers in the branch knew that Brock was Boss Cheng's man, they insisted that if they broke the law, they must be punished. So even though they realized that Brock came from another world, according to the principle of territorial jurisdiction, if he committed a crime in Hualin City, he had to abide by the laws of Hualin City!

Detained for five days! No matter what you say, it doesn't work!

As for why it was five days instead of ten to fifteen days, the branch's decision was well-founded.

First of all, when Brock was arrested, he had just taken off his pants and even the packaging tape of his umbrella had only been torn at a corner.

Secondly, after being arrested, Brock was very honest. Apart from asking to put on his shorts and pants, he did not make any other unnecessary movements and did not resist.

In the end, Brock's attitude of admitting his mistakes was very good, and he did not act arrogantly at all by relying on his background in another world and his boss.

For all the above, the district police station gave Brock an administrative penalty of five days' detention.

"Phew! Fortunately, it's only 2000 yuan, less than 300 US dollars. If this was in New York, my 1000 dollars would be gone in an instant!"

The boss reminded Brock: "There are still 5 days of detention!"

"It's only five days." Brock said thankfully, "As long as the sentence is less than three months, I can totally accept it. Your police are really civilized. When they broke into my small room, I didn't even dare to move. I was afraid that any unnecessary movement would cause them to misunderstand and empty the magazine at me. But who would have thought that they didn't even carry guns or wear bulletproof vests when enforcing the law!"

Therefore, the reason why Brock was so honest when he was arrested was not because he had a good attitude to admit his mistakes, but because he was afraid that more than a dozen policemen would suddenly rush into the small room and shoot him to death. He knew that in such a small space where it was difficult to escape, as long as three bullets hit him, he would definitely die.

But Brock never imagined that the more than 30 people in the anti-pornography task force could not even get together 5 guns.

"Nonsense, this is an anti-prostitution operation, not an anti-drug operation. We are just arresting prostitutes, why would we bring guns?"

what?

Are there always armed special police officers appearing in news photos of anti-pornography operations?

You also said that, since we are going to be on the news, of course we have to look handsome!

After that, the boss asked Brock again: "Do you want me to go back to the store to help you get some things, or simply purchase some detention necessities?"

"It's only five days. Just prepare some disposable daily necessities for me from the hotel."

"What about bedding?" The boss told him, "This detention center doesn't provide quilts or change of clothes."

"I could use someone else."

"What? Are you planning to be a prison bully and start robbing people as soon as you get in? But I must tell you that foreigners are generally not locked up with locals. And given the population size of Hualin City and the number of foreigners, you can basically only enjoy single room service for the next five days, and no one can rob you."

Brock looked at his boss and asked him a very interesting question: "How low is your crime rate?"

"You can only hope that some foreign friends will be caught driving under the influence."

Brock: (°ー°〃)

Let's look at Shaoan! He was brought by Boss Cheng and thrown into the household registration hall, just to register him in Hualin City. And Zhou Zhezhi had already contacted the district bureau a few days ago, asking them to help Shaoan register his household.

Everyone in the district police station basically knew about the special situation of Boss Cheng, and everyone was carrying a high-level confidentiality agreement. Besides, this matter was neither big nor small. Although it involved people from another world, it was just a process of "reissuing household registration".

So when the military leaders asked them to help settle the people in the boss's store, they guaranteed to "reissue" them as long as the people showed up.

But...

"Place of origin." asked the household registration police.

“Chengdu, Sichuan Province.”

"What's your date of birth?"

"July 14, the fourth year of the Tongzhi reign."

Registration police: Σ(｀д′*ノ)ノ

Shaoan: (ー`′ー)

An old policeman who was about to retire behind the counter quietly asked the young man at the opposite table: "Which year is Tongzhi 4?"

"The fourth year of the Tongzhi reign should be around 1864 or 1865, around the time when the Taiping Rebellion was suppressed. President Lincoln of America should have died around this time as well."

"I know this. The president of the abolitionist movement looks like a bandit."

"It's a pity that he became a senior and role model of the Melo Sect."

The old policeman sighed softly: "Although I don't know who Mei Le Zong is, whether it's Lincoln back then or the person who is handling the household registration procedures now, they are all people from the Qing Dynasty! Our Hualin City is really a small piece of magical land!"

"Who says it isn't? But it would be nice if the weather could be a little cooler."

"Damn it, it's still 9 degrees in early September. Are we old guys going to be spared from life?"

When Shaoan completed the "re-registration" procedures and left the household registration hall, Boss Cheng also returned to the district bureau carrying a bunch of toiletries.

The supermarket owner is an honest person. When the boss asked her if she had a quilt, she asked him directly: "Are you planning to stay in the detention center like a maggot? It's over 30 degrees Celsius every day, do you need a quilt? Even a naked butt would find it too hot!"

So, Boss Cheng didn't buy a quilt for Brock.

In fact, it was not easy to process the detention procedures for Brock, not to mention that as a foreigner with no legal status, Brock really did the so-called "two no's", that is, he had no this and no that. And the boss also said that Brock was not a permanent employee of the store, but was on a "business trip" to the store.

Therefore, strictly speaking, Block's administrative detention procedure does not comply with the requirements of laws and regulations.

But the boss also said that Brock must be allowed to experience the humanistic and legal care of a socialist country. After all, he dared to go out to Park Chang this time, maybe next time he will dare to find two middle-aged women to have sex! Next time, maybe he will go downstairs to find a man to "exchange what he has"!

At that time, who knows whether he is 0 or 1, and whether he will ask “Hello everyone” as soon as he opens his mouth.

Just thinking about it makes my anus tremble and my hair stand on end!

Before leaving, the boss advised Brock earnestly: "Use these five days to clear your mind and rekindle your passion for life."

“But I already love life!”

"I told you to love life, not to love the old ladies in your life!"

"How can you say that? They are just no longer young, not the old ladies you mentioned! They also need our nourishment, care, comfort and love!"

The driver who was in charge of escorting Brock poked Boss Cheng with his finger and asked, "Will you change it? It's not too late to change it now. With the way he is, I don't think he can change his bad habits even if we give him another 10 days!"

"Love!" Bullock emphasized, "People need love!"

"Fuck you! That's called fraternity!"

Two days later, when Brock had just spent 3/10 of his detention, Boss Cheng suddenly received a notice from the project team asking him to come to the Guardian Coordination Department for a meeting immediately.

"Meeting? Why hold a meeting in the middle of the day? It's almost time for lunch, you guys are interrupting my work!"

[Please, Deputy Minister! You are the Deputy Minister! Can't you tell which job is serious and which is not? ]

"Tell me what's going on first."

[The Guardian Coordination Department is about to be officially launched. This is the last and most important meeting before the launch.]

"Can we change the meeting place to my underground base?"

Suddenly, the voice on the other end of the line was changed to that of Lei Zang, the official director of the Coordination Department.

[There is no problem with having the meeting at your place, but I have two requests.]

"I know. First, I have to provide meals. What about the second point?"

[Second, you are not allowed to open your mouth to sing, not even humming, whether in a meeting or during a recess.]

"Raizang, you're so...good. I promise not to sing or hum. Okay?"

[Okay, we'll be there in 30 minutes. But there are a lot of people attending this meeting, so you'd better make more preparations.]

"Beer, liquor, mineral water, peanuts, melon seeds, grilled fish fillets are all available. What do you think of this preparation?"

[I think you can add some fruit plates, preferably some chilled watermelon. ]

0304 The so-called gap between the rich and the poor

High-end summits often only require the simplest meeting methods.

Nearly 60 people sat at a large square table made of school desks, with various small dried fruits and fruit plates placed on the table, and various sodas and drinks placed on the table. They ate iced watermelon, drank soda, and chatted for a while.

25 cornerstone world guardians, 25 cornerstone world project team leaders, 4 deputy ministers and one minister, a total of 55 people gathered here. If no one told you that this was the last meeting before the Guardian Coordination Department was officially established, you would probably think this was a parent-teacher meeting organized by a class in a school.

Lei Zang's pre-meeting speech was brief, with just one sentence: "This is all the current management of our Guardian Coordination Department. Now let's start introducing ourselves." Then the people sitting around began to stand up and briefly introduce themselves, just like the first class in middle school.

Needless to say, everyone present knew Lei Zang, the minister who had been busy running around in the process of building the ministry but didn't pay much attention to Guardian No. 27.

As for the other three of the four deputy ministers, they were all well-known figures. You could basically regard them as representatives of the major factions in the coordination department. However, representatives were representatives, and the work they were responsible for must still be completed with quality and quantity. On this point, Lei Zang had already reached an agreement with several factions.

Moreover, these relatively pragmatic factions also understand the importance of the cornerstone world. After all, the founders of these factions stood out from the previous "cornerstone world protection plan".

That’s right, the cornerstone world did not start with Boss Cheng and his group. It’s just that in the previous plan, there was no guardian that belonged to a particular cornerstone world. And the “guardian plan” in the previous period was more like a “firefighting plan”. That is, when something happened in that world, a group of people rushed to this cornerstone world to help the human civilization here solve the problem.

It’s just that the guardians and project team of this phase of the plan don’t know about it.

The three deputy ministers sent this time are respectively in charge of the department's administrative affairs, logistics support, and external liaison.

As for Boss Cheng, who was promoted to full-time after serving as "acting" for a few days, he was mainly responsible for work liaisons between guardians and crisis response. To put it bluntly, the boss, as deputy minister, was a role of gathering people to "put out fires", which was very similar to the nature of the work of the previous "Cornerstone World Guardian Plan".

But to be honest, the 25 guardians present were all the best among the contestants, and they all had their own areas of expertise. Including the bald boss Cheng, they were all very proud. Unless they really encountered an insurmountable obstacle, it was basically impossible for them to put aside their pride and ask other guardians for help.

Besides, before the Management Committee was eradicated, they would not have had the opportunity to seek help. Otherwise, Zaire would not have been persecuted to the point of running away with the survivors.

This time!

"Sorry, where is the toilet?" Zaire stood up awkwardly, "I need to go and dump some bodily fluids that have nowhere to go."

"Just pee, there's no point in talking about liquids that have nowhere to go."

After saying that, Boss Cheng pointed to a lighted room in the corner of the base. Zaire took two steps at a time and rushed to the bathroom.

Angel looked at Zaire's back and the pile of watermelon rinds and empty soda cans in front of his desk, and said with a smile: "This guy not only ate so much watermelon, but also drank three or four cans of soda. It seems that he likes sweets very much."

Zaire's project leader explained: "Because sugar has become a complete luxury in the world he protects. When he was cheated a few years ago, Zaire was often in danger of losing his job. Even now, he rarely has the opportunity to eat sweets."

"Then you should give him some cream cake!" said the boss.

"But he's been reorganizing for a while now, and he has to wait to apply for anything. He hasn't even gathered all the equipment for his new base yet!"

Several big guys before the 10th expressed their incomprehension about this, and they said that if they were missing something, they could just buy it directly in the mall.

"Even if there is no teleportation cabinet, can't we still ask the mall staff to deliver the goods personally?"

But these bosses seem to have forgotten that in addition to being guardians, they are also "mining bosses" and "raw material suppliers". Even if Boss Cheng is compared with them, he is still considered "poor" in terms of his current net worth.

After all, they have been mining for decades! Boss Cheng had to take out a loan to buy a planetary cracking ship, but these big guys used full payment to buy new-model mining ships—second-hand new-model mining ships.

After all, the price of a brand new planet-crushing ship built based on the Ishimura is a bit outrageous.

"Haven't you been strangled by the previous management committee?" Boss Cheng looked at the rich men curiously.

Several mining bosses said: "It has been blocked before, but as long as you pay them and the original project team enough protection fees, they will not bite everywhere and rarely jump out to cause trouble. But when you raise a dog, of course you can't let them eat enough, otherwise they may think they are feeding you."

"Even if you have a dog, you must keep a list of dog food, otherwise if they really turn around and bite you one day, you won't even have a way to fight back."

"Yes, I have been digging for so many years, and even if I don't have 200 billion Pt of dog food, I must have fed them 150 billion Pt. There are transfer records, and they can't deny it even if they want to."

"I kept some too, but I didn't give you as much as you did. Only about 100 billion Pt."

"I should have enough for 200 billion Pt here."

"Your family is big and powerful, I can't compare. I only gave more than 60 billion Pt."

"Oh! No wonder I'm always in trouble. I only gave less than 30 billion Pt."

"Then you deserve to be disgusted by them. I gave you 50 billion pts and you still feel uncomfortable."

"Why are you all mining? I am the only poor guy among the top 10. Why didn't anyone tell me about this way of making a fortune? How much money have you spent in the past few decades?"

As a result, the other six mining tycoons all shook their heads.

"A total of 672.58 billion Pt." The deputy minister in charge of the administrative affairs of the coordination department and the former head of the inspection team of the General Affairs Department told several bigwigs: "We are responsible for sorting and calculating the evidence of bribery you submitted."

"Gulu!"

Except for Boss Cheng and several mining tycoons, other guardians and team leaders of all project teams, even Lei Zang, could not help but swallow hard.

Especially these guardians and their team leaders, they were beating their chests and stamping their feet. Let alone 672 billion, it would be difficult for them to collect 672 million together.

Boss Cheng frowned and thought, "That is to say, the fundamental purpose of those little slaves who strangled me and stopped my project was not to teach anyone a lesson or make anyone obey, but to clean up my project team while making money from me!"

"No, don't get me wrong, Deputy Minister Spartan." The deputy minister who compiled the evidence explained to his boss, "They only wanted to deal with the disobedient Project Team 27. Even if they wanted to gain benefits, they only wanted to share some of your credit and achievements, not money."

Boss Cheng asked again: "Why do you only seek credit and not money when you come to me?"

"Because you got out of the restraints too early and communicated too much with other departments. They were afraid that if they angered you, you would block them in the resurrection center and kill them. They were even more afraid that they would have a hard time dying in your hands. And because you are a Spartan, the bloodiest and most brutal contestant in the past 50 seasons. Not everyone can torture the boss of the challenge competition to the point of committing suicide, only to be saved by you with a healing potion and then tortured again."

"But that Boss massacred an entire city!" the boss defended himself.