The man walked to the van, took the cigarette handed out from the car, put it in his mouth, lit it for the people in the car first, lit it himself, took a deep breath, spewed smoke from his nose and mouth, and then cleared his throat, shot out a mouthful of thick phlegm, pulled the broken gong and asked in his throat: "What's the matter, Brother Hui, is it Daqing?" or Xiaoqing?"

The Great Qing Dynasty swept the entire night market food stalls and confiscated all the stalls and belongings; the Xiao Qing Dynasty cleared the stalls near the river and occupied the road to the road, and the others were not moved.

Brother Hui in the co-pilot's seat is about thirty years old, his uniform and shirt are obviously a lot neater, white and clean, and he looks like a leader.

Brother Hui said reservedly: "Old Ma, you don't have an open mind, what did the superior leaders say? We want to leave a beautiful landscape for our children and grandchildren, do you know how serious the pollution caused by this kind of open-air food stalls is? Look at it, the garbage is poured directly into the river, is it Daqing or Xiaoqing still need to ask me? ”

With bright lights and busy traffic, an impromptu assault on the "environmental governance" of food stalls in the riverside night market kicked off.

When the convoy of chengguan appeared, the commotion of the night market began, the stall owners were always more sensitive than the diners, and when the diners were still feasting, the stall owners were already tiptoeing to look in the same direction, and at the same time discussing with each other, many stall owners began to scold their mothers:

"My grandmother's, here it is again!"

"Didn't you just clear it last week?

"I'm full!"

"Don't let the people live!"

Suddenly, a sharp-eyed noticed the difference:

"Hey, be careful, it's not in uniform this time!"

"What's going on?"

"That's it, what do you mean?"

Brother Hui's name is Xu Hui, shrewd and capable, and educated, after graduating from his night school correspondence bachelor's degree, he was admitted to the business editor of the Zhuque City Urban Management Law Enforcement Bureau, and it just so happened that his uncle was the deputy head of the old city, relying on this relationship, Brother Hui became the section chief of the urban management section of the office within a few years, and his subordinates were in charge of a team of dozens of people.

And among these dozens of people, some of them are ordinary temporary workers, that is, contract team members who wear uniforms and officially go to work, with a basic salary of more than 3,000 yuan per month, five insurances and one housing fund, and nothing at all, this salary is not enough to see, but relying on the usual removal of a small advertisement, cleaning up the roadside clutter, cleaning up the out-of-store operations, unlicensed vendors, and even demolishing a small illegal building to make some extra money, it is basically some hard but not difficult work.

The other half of the people, mainly local gangsters and hooligans, these people usually mix in society, once they catch up with the lack of manpower in the rectification action in the market, or when they encounter difficult bones, as soon as Brother Hui blows the whistle, these people will gather in the urban management department, each of them will be issued a suit of clothes, sit in the back of the truck, and follow to do "dirty work".

The so-called "dirty work" is nothing more than smashing and robbing, setting up stalls, beating people, and robbing things, these hooligans are very wild, and they have no scruples about beating people.

Brother Hui has admired soldiers since he was a child, and it is a pity that he has never been a soldier, when the chengguan has fulfilled his dream of being a soldier, wearing uniforms and leading the troops to perform tasks, in the current peaceful environment, the chengguan is more enjoyable than being a soldier, and he can carry out low-intensity actual combat drills every day.

Although the old city is located on the south bank of the Zhuque River, it is connected to the Jiangbei New Development Zone by a cross-river bridge. The office is also well-funded, strong and strong, especially the urban management department, which is like a dark horse in various offices in the city, and the work is efficient. Someone joked that a small urban management section in the old city office is more powerful than the city urban management brigade.

"Pay attention, when you clear the scene later, don't procrastinate, just do it directly, someone next to you dares to shoot, the old rules, beat people, smash mobile phones. ”

In the midst of scolding, complaining, and pleading, Lao Ma got Brother Hui's meaning, and took a group of ruffians and hooligans to start a big cleanup of the night market food stalls.

The stall owner's sense of smell is always the most sensitive, and when Lao Ma and a group of people appeared, they had already begun to pack up their belongings and leave, and they didn't even want the money that the diners didn't give.

But not all stall owners are so nimble, such as the stall owner of Baiyun Barbecue.

The stall owner of Baiyun barbecue is an old man in his sixties, only the little brother with glasses helps to help, although he is old, but the old man has superb barbecue skills, fast serving, and the amount is not mixed with water, which has attracted a group of fans. As soon as there were many diners, the stalls were spread out very openly, and there was no time to finish them, and the people from the city management had already come.

"Bang"

The water dispenser was kicked over.

"Comrade, comrade, give me some more time, don't smash it. I'm collecting it, and I'll be able to put it away soon. ”

The old man ran over to stop the old horse, but was kicked in the chest by the old horse, flew upside down, and crashed into the only valuable freezer of the barbecue stand, the old man was kicked so that he couldn't stand up, holding his chest and sucking in it, two cloudy tears flowed down his cheeks.

"Which crotch zipper is not pulled to expose your old immortal? Lao Tzu hates that others call me comrade the most, that's a curse, you know no, you dare to scold Lao Tzu is cover. ”

On the other side, the glasses brother hurriedly went over and tried to help the old man up, but he was slapped and fell to the ground, and the freezer was about to turn into a pile of rags.

"Stop!"

A roar full of a sense of justice came, and I saw Zhang Xiaoming's face flushed, panting, and holding a wine bottle in front of the ruffians.

When Lao Ma saw this, he had a sneer on his face and strode in front of Zhang Xiaoming.

"Hey, where is my brother," Lao Ma raised his chin and said with a smile, "Come here, let's talk." ”

Zhang Xiaoming squirted wine in his mouth and breathed heavily, "Now we all talk about civilized law enforcement, you are so rough in law enforcement, beating the elderly, is there still a royal law?"

The glasses guy on the side helped the old man to the side, took out his mobile phone, turned on the camera and started recording.

Lao Ma sneered, and before he could speak, Lao Hei, who was standing next to Zhang Xiaoming, gave him a slap with a "snap", "Stinky brother, do you talk to Brother Ma like this?

"You...... How do you hit someone?"

Zhang Xiaoming was slapped in the face, half of his cheeks were swollen, and he held a green stick in his hand and shivered and pointed at Lao Hei.

"What's wrong with beating you, climb for the master, otherwise Lao Tzu will abolish you, yo he, what about taking the green stick? ”