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"I'm going to sue you! I'll make sure you're all laid off and have to pay compensation!!"

"Of course you can. Administrative review and compensation applications are your legal rights." As he spoke, the middle-aged urban management officer extended his hand, palm up: "Large dogs are prohibited in key management areas of the city. Dogs must be leashed, muzzled, and their feces must be cleaned up immediately when walking them... Now, please show me your dog license."

The young woman's crying and cursing stopped abruptly, and a clear look of panic flashed across her face.

Dog license? Who in their right mind would get that junk?!

"...I...I haven't had time to do it yet! My son is very well-behaved! He never bites anyone! What right do you have..."

“Unlicensed dog ownership,” the middle-aged urban management officer sneered, pulling out a registration form from his folder. “According to Article X, Paragraph X of the Yunshan City Dog Management Regulations, a fine of two thousand yuan is imposed.”

"Also..." Perhaps it was the cursing just now, or perhaps it was the cut on his arm from the manicure, but the middle-aged urban management officer was not without temper: "You didn't get the dog license, but you must have gotten the human license, right? Please give me the number."

"Fuck you!" The young woman's voice turned shrill with such viciousness. "I'm going to file a complaint against you! Violent enforcement! Animal cruelty! I know your superiors! I..."

The middle-aged urban management officer ignored the jeers of the defeated man, picked up the walkie-talkie on his shoulder, tuned it to a certain frequency, and said briefly: "Under the sycamore trees on XX Road, law enforcement is obstructed, requesting police support."

The response speed far exceeds that of ordinary systems.

Less than thirty seconds after the walkie-talkie was put down, police sirens sounded from the other end of the street.

A police car sped up and stopped behind the pickup truck.

The car door opened, and three men in hats stepped out, their movements swift and their expressions serious.

The lead officer of the fast shift glanced at the scene—a dead dog on the ground, an emotionally distraught young woman, and several urban management officers.

Walking straight up to the young woman, the courier first showed his identification: "Madam, we are the courier team of XX Road from the Yunshan City Chief Constable's Office. Please cooperate with the city management department."

As she spoke, her two colleagues from the lead shift stood on either side of her, seemingly casually positioned, but this effectively blocked any potential impulsive actions by the young woman.

One of them casually rested his hand on his waist belt, where a baton and pepper spray were attached.

Faced with such a standard and such a rigorous procedure, like ice and snow meeting the sun, the young woman's anger and grievances quickly melted away, leaving only paleness and fear.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing the calm look in Kuai Ban's eyes, and the faintly visible pepper spray can, all thoughts of threats, crying, and tantrums were forcibly suppressed.

"...I...I'll cooperate."

Under the watchful eyes of the fast-paced class, she trembled as she rummaged through her delicate little bag for her ID card and handed it over.

The middle-aged urban management officer took the document, quickly registered it, tore off a pre-printed penalty notice, and handed it back to her along with her ID card: "The penalty decision has been issued. Please pay the fine at the XX Branch of the Yunshan City Urban Management and Law Enforcement Bureau within fifteen days of receiving this notice. If you fail to pay within the time limit, a late payment fee of three percent of the fine amount will be added daily. The specific address and contact information are on the notice."

After saying that, the middle-aged city management officer glanced at the dog carcass on the ground, which had already begun to stiffen, and added: "As for the dog carcass, according to regulations, we will carry out harmless disposal... Well, we won't charge you for this disposal fee."

After witnessing this scene, the onlookers cheered.

At this moment, a citizen who looked to be in his early fifties stepped forward and asked, "Sir, you manage the dogs on the street, but do you manage the dogs in our neighborhood?"

"Of course we'll handle it," the middle-aged urban management officer leading the team turned around, his sneer quickly switching to a beaming smile: "What's going on?"

"Running around during the day and barking at night..." The resident said helplessly, "Sigh, that's not all. He also often runs around in the stairwell and poops everywhere. My mattress has been chewed up several times... I don't even dare to let my grandson go out..."

"By the way," the citizen said honestly, "I don't know if he has a dog license." He didn't want to cause trouble for the staff who were actually handling the matter.

“Even with a certificate, it won’t work,” the middle-aged urban management officer said decisively to the citizen, waving his hand: “Get in the car.”

……

The pickup truck carrying "city enforcement" drove away, and a short while later, perhaps after receiving another call for backup, a police car with flashing red and blue lights also quickly drove away in another direction.

Zhang Qiliang smiled, took out his phone to search, and walked towards the south-facing street.

About ten minutes later, Zhang Qiliang walked into a fishing tackle shop.

Here, Zhang Qiliang selected a fishing rod, a box of fishing hooks, and a box of floats.

The little guy kept calling me "Uncle" this and "Uncle" that, his words were as sweet as honey, and he even brought a small gift.

—It's really small, only 138 yuan in total. My expenses have been high lately, and my savings are getting increasingly depleted!

Having secured the main equipment, Zhang Qiliang plans to choose a suitable fishing box and fish basket.

...mainly comparing prices...

Just then.

"Bread! Bread! Freshly baked bread! Delicious bread! Fresh and tasty! Everyone come and buy some!"

"Bread! Bread! Freshly baked bread! Delicious bread! Fresh and tasty! Everyone come and buy some!"

The shrill cries of vendors grew louder as they approached.

Zhang Qiliang looked up and saw a light yellow minivan with the words "Xiangsu Fang" and bread pictures on it parked crookedly in the non-motorized vehicle lane near the intersection.

The rear door of the vehicle opened, revealing several trays of bread. A middle-aged man wearing an apron jumped out of the vehicle, stood at the back, and let the loudspeaker on the roof continue to blast sound throughout the street.

The sound came from a portable loudspeaker that was clearly overpowered. The recorded hawking was extremely fast-paced and shrill, playing on a loop at a frequency of less than five seconds, without any pause, forcibly filling the eardrums, making people feel flustered and their brains tight.

"Tsk," Zhang Qiliang frowned, "It's a bit noisy..."

"Let them argue, we're all just trying to make a living," the owner said, seemingly unconcerned about the noise. However, he also frowned, "It's this car that's always blocking the intersection. It's not a wide road to begin with, and when it's parked there, it really makes it inconvenient for cars to come and go... The key thing is that when the horn goes off, a lot of customers who want to come into the store are driven away by the noise and turn around and leave."

"Hmm." Zhang Qiliang nodded. He was about to leave when he heard something, so he stopped and continued selecting fish baskets.

The noise lasted for about several tens of seconds.

From the direction of the street, another series of engine sounds came.

An enforcement vehicle with the words "Market Supervision" painted on it and a pickup truck belonging to urban management officers drove in from opposite ends of the street almost simultaneously and stopped precisely in front of and behind the van.

The car door opened, and five or six people got out.

There were staff members wearing market supervision uniforms and carrying sampling boxes, as well as those wearing urban management jackets and carrying law enforcement recorders, and one staff member wearing an "Environmental Protection Inspection" armband.

It is a large-scale operation with comprehensive functions.

The uniformed men walked straight to the van.

The leader was a serious-looking market supervision enforcement officer in his forties.

He first pointed to the loudspeaker that was still making noise, and said to the van driver, whose face was getting tense, "Sir, turn off the loudspeaker first... Using a loudspeaker to attract customers and creating noise pollution is a violation of the relevant regulations on urban management and environmental protection."

The driver quickly turned off the horn, and the street immediately became quiet.

"Thank you for your cooperation. Also..." The law enforcement officer pointed to the location where the van was parked: "This is a non-motorized vehicle lane, not a designated temporary stall area. Operating on the road and obstructing traffic and pedestrian passage is also non-compliant."

"Drive away right away, drive away right away..." The van owner, a middle-aged man who looked quite honest, hurriedly walked to the driver's seat.

“No rush,” the law enforcement officer gently tugged at the driver’s sleeve. “I still have things to do… let’s talk some more.”

"Boss, boss..." the car owner hurriedly begged for forgiveness: "I'm really sorry, I'm just a small business owner with elderly parents and young children to support. They all depend on this income to make a living... If I don't shout loudly, no one will know I have bread here. I... I'll be more careful next time, I'll definitely be more careful!"

"Tch, a small business?" Upon hearing this, an environmental inspector next to him curled his lip. "With this location and this flow of customers, the net profit per month is probably more than ten thousand. It's much easier than what we... cough, it's much easier than what many ordinary working citizens earn."

The van owner looked somewhat embarrassed.

The environmental inspector seemed to want to say something more.

"Alright," the leading market supervision officer waved his hand, "Hard work leads to wealth and improves life. As long as it's legal and compliant, it's commendable. We enforce the law not to cut off people's paths, but to regulate order, ensure fairness, and reduce the impact on others and the environment."

As he spoke, the market supervision staff turned to the makeshift platform scale next to the van: "We need to test your scale on-site."

As soon as he finished speaking, a market supervision worker stepped forward and took out a standard weight to verify the measurement.

The results showed that the scale was accurate and there was no tampering.

"Yes, the scale is fine, and you're honest with everyone, that's good." The head of the market supervision department nodded, his tone softening slightly. "Also, food safety is the bottom line. We're going to take samples of your bread now to test for microorganisms and additives. Do you have any objections?"

The car owner quickly shook his head: "No, no! Please, sir, take whatever you like! My family's bread-making skills are passed down from generation to generation. We've been selling bread around here for almost twenty years. We use only the best ingredients and have never had any problems. Everyone in the neighborhood knows that!"

Market supervision personnel followed procedures to take samples, seal them, fill out sampling forms, and have the car owners sign them.

Then, he took out a folder, flipped to the relevant page, pointed to the terms and conditions, and said to the car owner: "Even if your product quality is up to standard, this kind of mobile business still requires you to go through the relevant food vendor registration and filing procedures. This is a requirement of laws and regulations, and it is also for better management and service to you. The specific location for processing is the market supervision window on the third floor of the district administrative service center. The process and the materials required are explained in detail here. Take it back and read it carefully, and go and get it done as soon as possible."

Finally, he pointed to the loudspeaker that had been unplugged but was still on the roof of the car: "This is an illegally used noise device. We will confiscate it according to the law, and it must never be used again."

What else can we do?

Their actions were reasonable and legal, and they were even so polite.

As the staff walked towards the horn, the car owner sighed, "It was my fault; I've caused you trouble."

"We don't really care, the main thing is not to cause trouble for the citizens..." The head of the market supervision department closed his folder. "Just one last reminder, the city is currently planning to set up a batch of standardized convenience sales points in suitable areas with high pedestrian traffic that won't obstruct traffic. Pay attention to notices from your community or street office and apply as soon as possible. In the future, this kind of free-roaming, street-occupying business will definitely be gradually prohibited and brought under fixed-point management. Preparing early will also benefit your business."

The van owner nodded repeatedly, indicating that he had made a note of it.

The enforcement process was swift and efficient, based on legal principles, and provided solutions and reminders. There were no violent conflicts or one-sided crushing actions.

There weren't many onlookers, and they dispersed after watching.

……

Carrying the fishing gear he had chosen, Zhang Qiliang found a reasonably clean-looking old noodle shop nearby.

He ordered a bowl of soup and a plate of flatbread.

The soup was served steaming hot and fragrant, with a distinct peppery aroma, quite different from the clear broth and flavorful noodles of my hometown.

Zhang Qiliang ate slowly, savoring the most ordinary flavors of this unfamiliar city.

As he was eating, through the open glass door of the noodle shop, Zhang Qiliang saw several people dressed in shirts and trousers, looking disheveled, carrying folders and receipts, going in and out of the shops across the street, talking quietly with the shop owners.

The shop owners were initially wary and suspicious, but soon their faces showed disbelief and even surprise.

The noodle shop owner noticed the commotion across the street, and just then a regular customer came in. The two began to whisper among themselves.

A few words drifted into Zhang Qiliang's ears:

"...The sun must have risen in the west! Those people over there are actually giving back their money!"

"Really? What kind of refund?"

"It's like before... you know, they'd come to inspect every now and then, always finding some excuse to make you do something... Now they're going door-to-door, calculating and refunding all the fees and deposits collected in the first half of the year! It's not much, but this is unprecedented..."

"Tsk, what's that wind blowing? Could it be from up above..."

"Who knows..."

Zhang Qiliang listened, then lowered his head and took another sip of the warm soup.

……

Summer days are long, but eventually it gets dark.

As dusk settled, Zhang Qiliang strolled toward a sizable commercial area nearby.

There is a public square in the center, where several groups of middle-aged and elderly women have gathered to start square dancing.

Next to each set of speakers, there were one or two uniformed security guards or assistants. They did not interfere with the dancing, but just stared intently at the speakers as if they were guarding important equipment.

The music volume was controlled to a level that was just loud enough for the dance troupe to hear, but which did not disturb the rest of the citizens.

Zhang Qiliang crossed the square.

On the other side is a food street, mostly filled with barbecue stalls.

The aroma of smoke and fire filled the air, and the scent of cumin and chili powder wafted in the night breeze.

Business seemed to be good; almost every table was full.

Oil stains were inevitable on the ground, but surprisingly, there were no carelessly discarded bamboo skewers, tissues, plastic bags, or food scraps in sight.

Several men and women wearing uniforms with reflective stripes for "sanitation" or "city appearance," but whose demeanor and the quality of their clothes clearly indicated they were employees of the organization, moved back and forth in the narrow passage between diners and stalls, carrying brooms and dustpans.

The staff members had sharp eyes that scanned the ground. If any litter appeared, such as a cigarette butt or a used napkin, they would immediately step forward and quickly and silently clean it up.

The barbecue stall owners were also exceptionally law-abiding. Most of the charcoal smoke was effectively removed by purification equipment, the ingredients were neatly arranged, no one put tables and chairs outside the designated lines, and even the shouts were much more restrained than in other cities.

……

Nighttime, 22:03 PM.

Zhang Qiliang returned to Yunshan City Railway Station.

I bought a train ticket back to Y City.

At the turnstile, the station staff on duty bowed slightly and said, "Have a pleasant journey."

Zhang Qiliang smiled and said something.

The train pulled into the station, and Zhang Qiliang entered the carriage.

The train departs the station.

A large group of people quickly walked up to the staff.

A man who looked to be of high status asked eagerly, "What did he just say to you?"