Chapter 526 Street Vendor

The temperature was quite low on the cold winter night, but since the city opened up the street stall economy at night, a lot of street businesses and open-air eating have suddenly emerged.

With the increase in the flow of people on the road, the special police brigade has to patrol overtime at night, and there are many more tasks and actions.

It was Chen Shu's turn to lead the shift tonight. He was bored at work and kept thinking about random things in his mind, so he decided to follow the night patrol duty team to the Park Road, where the street stall economy is the most prosperous in the jurisdiction.

Wearing red and blue alternating shoulder lights, carrying newly issued 95 rifles, and walking in a line on the road in full armor, it also attracted a lot of attention.

Occasionally, a child shook off the hand of his parents and ran to the patrol team, and saluted the special police in a proper manner. This serious look was really interesting.

Chen Shu, who led the team, naturally returned the salute seriously and gave the children the respect they deserved.

Halfway through the journey, Chen Shu noticed that the brothers behind him kept breathing, and there was a hot drink stand next to him, so he stopped the team to buy a few cups and sit down to rest.

Ma Bowen shrank his neck and drank a few sips of the hot soy milk in his hand, then he felt a little warmer: "Chen Da, you are the only one in the whole team who dares to bring the brothers to this stall to eat, drink and rest in public. Our admiration for you is like a surging river, endless!"

A buddy from the next city, after staying up late on duty, did not change into casual clothes in a hurry to get off work, and sat in a noodle shop to eat breakfast in his police uniform.

A passerby took a video and posted it on Douyin, with the caption "Police eating noodles during working hours".

For a while, the social impact was huge.

"Come on, drink your soy milk, why so much nonsense." Chen kicked lightly under the desk and laughed.

"Officer, the dried tofu is here!"

The boss put a iron plate with a lot of dried tofu skewers on the table.

"Thank you. Boss, how is your business?" Chen Shu asked casually while distributing it to the team members.

"Very good! People come and go, and I can make a lot of money in one night!" The boss smiled.

Ma Bowen became interested and asked, "How much money can you make that night? Two or three hundred?"

The boss didn't say anything, but his meaningful smile said it all.

After the boss left, auxiliary police Yan Song smacked his lips and sighed: "This soy milk is 2 yuan a cup, and dried tofu is 2 yuan a bunch. I can probably make two or three hundred yuan a night. Oh, I don't want to be a policeman anymore."

Ma Bowen vowed: "Look at the way he laughed just now, it must be more than that!"

"How about we set up a stall at night in the future?"

"It seems that civil servants are not allowed to run these profitable things."

"Brother Ma, you police officers have a lot of rules. Listening to my brothers in the station, I feel that you are not as cool as those small leaders in the street!"

"That's not right! They can become the leader of the department as a section clerk and hold some real power in their hands. Unlike us, even if we become deputy directors, we are actually just deputy section chiefs."

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Chen Shu was happy to watch the team members discuss, but did not participate in it. He sipped the soy milk slowly. When everyone had eaten and drunk enough, he got up and went to the stall to find the boss to pay the bill.

The boss was reluctant to take the money at first, saying that there were police patrolling here, and they were much safer doing business.

Chen Shu laughed and didn't answer. He scanned the payment code on the counter with his mobile phone and paid the required amount.

Setting up a stall on the roadside in the cold at night, the money earned is all hard-earned money, and this money cannot be avoided.

Restarting patrol, Chen Shu heard a noise not far away. He walked closer and saw that the problem was a roadside snack stall pushing a cart with fried noodles and dry vermicelli. It should be a dispute between the stall owner and several diners.

There were also many people watching at this time.

Some were taking a walk after dinner, some were having dinner, some were shopping, and there was even an old woman outside pushing a baby carriage, trying hard to squeeze into the crowd.

The little kid in the baby carriage leaned forward, holding the railing of the stroller with a pair of chubby little hands, and also widened his eyes, looking around with curiosity.

Gossip is a spirit that is deeply rooted in every Chinese. After all, since two thousand years ago, watching a play in a theater and listening to a story in a teahouse have to cost money.

If you don't watch the free fun, you will lose money. This is more painful than letting them make money.

Chen Shu asked Ma Bowen, Yan Song and others to disperse the crowd standing outside, and he went inside to mediate the dispute on the spot. This kind of thing was dealt with a lot in Zhongshan Police Station at the beginning, and it was a matter of 50 lashes on each side.

At the very least, let the diners go for free, and he took out the night snack money to buy ten barbecues for the team members on duty, which was also a happy ending for all parties.

Although it sounds like a derogatory word to smooth things over, it really fits the old saying in reality.

It's better to have less trouble than more.

Not absolutely, just speaking in general.

The stall owner is a middle-aged woman in her thirties or forties, with an ordinary appearance, but there is a proud temperament between her eyebrows and eyes. Even though she is still arguing loudly with the diners, her tone and conversation are not like those of an ordinary street vendor.

Although she was just a woman, she was not giving in to the other party in terms of momentum.

The diners who were arguing with her looked like migrant workers who had just got off work. Except for the one who started the quarrel and was dressed a little better and looked like a foreman, the others stood silently behind the foreman.

Chen Shu approached and separated the two groups of people.

The foreman and the migrant workers sat on the small tables and chairs set up by the roadside stall in a threatening manner, slamming the table and shouting that this matter was not over.

Chen Shu pulled the stall owner behind the cart, blocked the migrant workers outside, and asked about what happened.

It turned out that when the migrant workers were eating fried noodles, they found dead cockroaches in the beef soup served together, so they made a scene and asked the owner to pay for it.

The owner pointed her finger and said confidently: "These people came to eat noodles last night. At that time, they said there were flying insects in the soup. I picked them out and took a few glances and gave them free meals. I thought it was a bit unfair to treat the customers, so I specially gave them a plate of fried bean curd.

"I didn't expect that they would come to eat noodles tonight and say there were cockroaches. I can't guarantee whether there are cockroaches at other times. But after what happened yesterday, I was very careful when I set up the stall. I looked inside and outside. There is absolutely no way there is a cockroach! "

The lady boss spoke sincerely, but Chen Shu couldn't judge such a thing unreasonably. After all, people's hearts are hidden in their stomachs, and they can't be judged by appearances.

Chen Shu comforted the lady boss and persuaded her to put business first, otherwise she could waive the bill and let them leave quickly, so that she could continue to do business.

The lady boss saw the police coming and spoke kindly, and suddenly she wiped her tears, without the momentum of a woman who stood alone against several big men before.

The lady boss pointed to a row of dilapidated electric vehicles outside and choked up: "Comrade police, I actually had the same idea before. But they didn't want to, and they made a big fuss at the stall, saying that they had to pay for mental damages. I suspected that these guys came here to make trouble, and thought about whether to drive my stall away."

Chen Shu immediately came to his senses: "Among the snack stalls here, even if yours has the best business? "

"Hmm"

Chen Shu also became suspicious at this moment.

It stands to reason that these people came here last night to eat flying insects, and came here for a midnight snack today. Ordinary people would naturally approve of the service and taste of the boss lady.

If they didn't approve, why would they come a second time?

I didn't expect that when they came here tonight, they gave a direct blow, not only upgraded from flying insects to cockroaches, but also directly pulled out mental damage compensation.

It's not easy for migrant workers to work here, and they don't drink. After a tiring day of get off work, they all rush home to rest. If the boss lady is willing to waive the bill, there is no reason for them to stay at the scene.

Chen Shu turned around, He leaned out half of his body and looked at the direction where the migrant workers were sitting outside the cart.

At this time, there were no other customers in the stall. The migrant workers sat quietly on the chairs, but the foreman stood on the road outside the stall with an excited look, pointing his finger at the cart inside and shouting something to the passers-by.

Anyway, it was not a good word.

Logically, when eating cockroaches, the migrant workers who were traveling with him should be united in hatred. But he sat on the bench without saying a word, looking more like he was going to work to deal with his boss.

This contradictory scene fell into Chen Shu's eyes, and he couldn't help but lean towards the boss's wife.