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She did try to manage him, but the child was too young. If she said something to him, he would stay quiet for three minutes, and then he would run away again.

You can't prevent a child from walking, can you?

After listening, Li Xuewen nodded and asked, "Have you bought soundproofing mats for your child?"

The couple looked at each other but didn't say anything.

“It’s only a few hundred yuan,” Li Xuewen said. “Lay one layer in the living room and one layer on the balcony. It won’t cost too much… Let’s not talk about the effects for now. At least when the downstairs neighbors come over, they’ll take a look around and have a good chat with them, right?”

The man from the Zhou family opened his mouth, sighed softly, and said he hadn't thought about it.

Li Xuewen then turned to speak to Zhou's wife.

The county's early childhood education center is currently promoting a parent-child interaction course, which specifically guides young parents on how to guide their young children's daily behavior habits.

He had already contacted the early childhood education center in advance and reserved a spot for them.

“It costs 70 yuan per class, but it’s not just for kids,” Li Xuewen said. “You just said that your child is too young to be managed, so you can also learn from the experts how to effectively guide your child.”

Zhou's wife pursed her lips and did not refute.

One last thing.

Li Xuewen stood up and pointed downstairs: "You went up there and argued, hurting their feelings. Laying down soundproofing mats and going to parent-child classes are things for later. What's important now is that you need to go and apologize."

The man scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed, but didn't say he wouldn't go.

“Teacher Qin downstairs,” Li Xuewen added, “his wife isn’t in good health and needs a nap every afternoon. Your child running around for an hour isn’t just noise to him; it’s like being slowly cut by a dull knife. You feel wronged, but he feels even more wronged. Put yourself in his shoes, shouldn’t you apologize?”

"Should."

That afternoon, the Zhou couple carried two boxes of fruit downstairs.

Li Xuewen stood at the entrance of the building and waited, but did not go in.

About ten minutes later, the Zhou family man came out first, his eyes a little red, and said that Teacher Qin's wife had just cried.

Li Xuewen nodded, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Alright, just be careful next time."

When they left, Xiao Wang followed behind Li Xuewen, and after holding it in for a long time, he couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Director, I have a question." Xiao Wang swallowed hard. "The parent-child classes at the early childhood education center, I think they're free?"

"If you apply yourself, it is indeed free."

"Then you..."

“I called them this morning and they said the number of spots available for self-application is limited,” Li Xuewen said without turning his head. “If you’re willing to pay, you can secure a spot. The fees collected will be used as a welfare benefit to subsidize the staff’s increased teaching hours… For places like Sunshine Community, they should guarantee a number of spots.”

"Why don't we let them try applying on their own first?"

Li Xuewen stopped and looked back at him.

“First,” he held up one finger, “the number of free spots at early childhood education centers is limited. If we give them one more person here, there will be one less spot available next time other places need one. There are only so many resources; we can’t accommodate everyone.”

"Secondly," he held up another finger, "there are rewards for doing wrong? His child is disturbing the peace, and we give him a free spot? This isn't mediating a conflict; it's encouraging wrongdoing. What are the people downstairs supposed to think? What are the other people queuing up properly supposed to think? Isn't that doubly unethical?"

Xiao Wang opened his mouth, but swallowed the rest of his words.

Two boxes of mid-range fruit cost just over 300 yuan; a soundproof mat, along with a few classes at an early childhood education center, cost no more than 500 yuan in total.

Even if you include everything, it's at most six or seven hundred yuan.

Of course, the men of the Zhou family still feel somewhat indebted to Teacher Qin, but this can be saved up, and Teacher Qin probably won't mind.

When summarizing at the end of the month, Xiao Wang made a list on the back of his notebook: the total expenditure of the Civilization Office for the Sunshine Community incident was zero yuan.

The early childhood education center subsidized the parent-child class slots, the soundproof mats were bought by the individuals themselves, and the fruit was carried down by them.

The Civilization Office sent only two people, who rode an electric bike and gave a few speeches.

As for the results... at least now the two families, one upstairs and one downstairs, greet each other when they meet.

Teacher Qin has not made any more complaint calls, nor has she criticized the government for inaction on social media... Although the number of votes has not decreased, at least it has not continued to increase.

Xiao Wang calculated this for a long time, and the more he calculated, the more he felt that the deputy director was quite capable.

Anyone can spend money.

Buying equipment, sending personnel, implementing systems, and issuing subsidies—as long as the money is there, even the most difficult tasks can be accomplished with great effort.

But money always runs out eventually, especially now that the budget is being cut back and various units are being downsized and merged. The Civilization Office can only get a little bit of money, and it may get even less in the future.

Things that don't cost money are often the hardest to do.

The internship period passed in the blink of an eye, and soon Xiao Wang began to handle cases on his own.

After the morning market closes, the sidewalk outside the south gate of the central vegetable market is always a mess.

Rotten vegetable leaves, plastic bags, and blood flowing from the fish slaughtering stall, mixed with trampled fruit, fermented under the sun, producing a sour and fishy smell.

Sanitation worker Lao Sun sweeps this road for an hour and a half every morning until his back is so sore he can't straighten up, and he still has to start over the next day.

He argued with several stall owners, with market management, and with the neighborhood committee. In the end, every stall owner said, "I didn't throw it away."

Xiao Wang arrived at the market on his electric bike and first went to the market management office.

The administrator was a short, stout man in his forties. Upon hearing that someone from the Civilization Office had come, he first poured himself a cup of tea and then began to complain: the stall owners were uncooperative, there weren't enough people, and no matter how many times he had spoken, it was no use.

After listening to him, Xiao Wang asked a question: "Does the lease agreement you signed with the stall owner include a hygiene responsibility clause?"

The administrator said yes.

“After signing the liability clauses,” Xiao Wang put down his teacup, “we’ll take out the clauses and reconfirm them with each stall owner… If they don’t want to, they can pay a sanitation fee, and the sanitation workers will definitely be willing to work overtime.”

"They definitely won't do it."

“If you’re not going to do it, then follow the terms,” Xiao Wang stood up. “You signed the lease agreement yourselves, you wrote the terms yourselves, and you don’t even take it seriously, yet you expect the stall owner to?”

The administrator scratched his head and said he had never been so meticulous before.

Xiao Wang walked to the door, then turned back and added, "I'll come over and check on things at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

The next morning at eight o'clock, Xiao Wang appeared on time at the south gate of the vegetable market.

The situation has indeed improved considerably; most stall owners swept the area in front of their stalls after closing up shop.

Only one fishmonger was still using a hose to wash the floor; blood was seeping into the sewer through the cracks, but the vegetable leaves and plastic bags had already been cleaned up.

Old Sun finished sweeping in just forty minutes, saving almost half the effort he usually did.

However, two stores did not sweep.

Xiao Wang didn't look for the stall owner, but went to find the administrator instead.

The administrator shrugged: "I told them, but they just won't move. I can't just..."

Does the contract contain any breach of contract clauses?

"Yes, there is..."

"Then we'll handle it according to the terms: a warning for the first offense, a fine for the second, and eviction for the third. You're afraid to comply?"

The administrator remained silent for a moment without giving a direct answer.

Xiao Wang said, "Okay, tell me the locations of those two stalls that haven't been swept yet, and I'll go talk to them."

Back at the market, the two stall owners complained bitterly. Sometimes the market's services were inadequate, sometimes customers were rude and they couldn't stop them in front of others, and sometimes they really didn't want to cause trouble for others, but they were just too busy to attend to everything.

While listening, Xiao Wang picked up his tools and carefully cleaned up the area around the two stalls.

As he left, Xiao Wang said with a smile, "If you're too busy, I'll come help again tomorrow... Um, please ask the colleagues from the integrated media team to post it on Douyin and fill in the dispute tag that Brother Ming loves to watch."

……

Lianyungang Community is an old community. There is nowhere to park electric vehicles and no charging stations. The stairwell is often blocked by several electric vehicles, leaving only a narrow gap. People going upstairs have to squeeze through sideways.

The property management company said they couldn't handle the matter, as the electric bikes were the owners' private property and they had no enforcement power.

The community has tried to mediate several times, posted notices, and visited each household, but it's all been ineffective.

The notice was torn down the day after it was posted, and when the staff went door to door, everyone said, "We didn't tear it down."

The community reported this issue to the Civilization Office.

Xiao Wang first sought help from the fire brigade.

The fire brigade was very cooperative and sent two people who arrived at Lianyungang Community on time in the afternoon.

Xiao Wang had the community notify the residents in advance, but only about twenty people showed up, and most of them were just watching the show with their arms crossed.

The firefighters spoke for seven or eight minutes about a fire case involving a blocked stairwell. They were very professional in their presentation, and the PowerPoint slides included photos of charred electric vehicle wreckage and a simulated animation of smoke spreading after an escape route was blocked.

Xiao Wang observed the audience's reactions from the side. Several older women were indeed frightened and covered their mouths, whispering among themselves. However, the young people standing in the back row were scrolling through their phones the whole time.

After he finished speaking, Xiao Wang took the microphone: "I know everyone has trouble finding parking, that's a fact. But stairwells are not parking spaces, that's the rule. If the rule is broken, today it might just block the road, tomorrow it could be a matter of life and death."

Two days later, Xiao Wang returned to Lianyungang Community and informed the residents that he had arranged for an open space nearby to serve as a temporary parking area.

Someone immediately raised their hand: "Who will pay for leveling the vacant land? Will we pay or will the government pay?"

Xiao Wang said the neighborhood committee would contribute a portion.

The man then asked, "Do you charge for parking?"

Xiao Wang said he wouldn't accept it.

The man nodded, lowered his hand, and his expression said, "That's alright."

After the meeting, Xiao Wang went to see the vacant lot.

The street office staff accompanied him to a patch of gravel overgrown with weeds. They led him around and said it was fine to leave it there, and that leveling it wouldn't cost too much.

Back at the Civilization Office, Xiao Wang reported the progress to Li Xuewen.

When it came to leveling the ground, Xiao Wang's voice lowered slightly: "...It might take some money from our budget. Leveling the ground will cost about a thousand, and if we build a simple rain shelter, it might cost another thousand."

Li Xuewen was looking at the documents and didn't even look up: "You want to spend this money?"

"It's mainly for the awning," Xiao Wang explained, "because we're worried that no one will want to stop there on rainy days."

“We should build a canopy,” Li Xuewen put down the documents, “but… we don’t have to pay for it all.”

After saying that, Li Xuewen pulled out a phone number and sent it to Xiao Wang.

That was the landline number of a convenience store at the entrance of Lianyungang residential area.

“There are several shops next to the open space. Go to each one and tell them that the land will be a centralized parking area for electric vehicles in the future. The more vehicles parked there, the more people will come, and their business will only get better. Everyone should chip in to build a canopy. It will not only benefit the residents, but also pave the way for yourselves.”

Xiao Wang hesitated for a moment: "Would they... be willing to do that?"

“Explain the benefits to them. If you can explain it clearly, some people will be willing.”

Xiao Wang spent an afternoon visiting several shops.

The convenience store owner was the most straightforward. After listening to Xiao Wang's story, he immediately slapped 300 yuan on the table. "I have the most electric scooter residents buying water and cigarettes here every day. If it's convenient for them to park, my business will definitely be better."

The hardware store owner was quite cautious, asking several details: how high the awning was, what materials it was made of, who would do the installation, and whether an agreement needed to be signed.

Xiao Wang answered all the questions, and the hardware store owner also paid two hundred yuan.

The most difficult case was a real estate agency. It had the smallest storefront, and the owner said he didn't sell anything, so whether the electric bikes were parked or not was none of his business.

Xiao Wang thought for a moment and said that he had just asked a few tenants in the community, and they all said that parking was inconvenient nearby, so they had been thinking of moving to a community with charging stations. Now that the shed has been built, people can live more comfortably and safely, and there will definitely be more people willing to come to the neighborhood to inquire about rental information.

The real estate agent curled his lip.

“…In any case,” Xiao Wang said, at his wit’s end, “it’s always good to do good deeds.”

The real estate agent slowly pulled out one hundred.

182 [Patrol Scene Report]

[Patrol Scene Footage]

This is a police documentary produced by Shanghai Radio and Television Station. It is non-fictional and non-scripted, and has both news and legal education attributes.

The program mainly focuses on the daily police work of grassroots police officers in Shanghai, and it topped the ratings for special programs in its time slot during its first week of broadcast.

That day, the yamen command center reported a case: a woman claimed she had been beaten.

It's a very simple police report, right?

But the broadcasting center doesn't think so.

Chan Ho-nam (32 years old, 7 years old, police officer) and Wong Ng (56 years old, police officer, 25 years old), who were waiting at the studio, set off immediately with the recording team.

Arrive at the floor where the alarm was triggered.