"Xiao Lang is here! I wronged you a while ago! ”

Lang Yuan resumed work today, and when he entered the police station in the morning, he found that his colleagues were unusually enthusiastic, and even Officer Liu, a middle-aged woman who had found an awkward middle-aged woman last time, greeted him cordially.

A while ago...... What did she say about the whole building shouting to the newcomer to turn on the water?

Lang Yuan touched his nose uncomfortably. Usually alone, but also used to being lonely. What's going on today?

It can't be that the identity is revealed, right? Lang Yuan thought of his mother for the first time. I've done a lot lately. Could it be that something reached my mother's ears, and my mother put pressure on my father, and my father went back on his word? This old man is so unbelievable!

Lang Yuan had a smile on his face, actively responded to the greetings of his colleagues, and ran into the office in a daze. There were two people sitting in a small office at the police station, and Master Officer Cao and Lang Yuan were facing the table. Lang Yuan snatched the rag from Officer Cao's hand and asked anxiously, "Master, what's the matter?" ”

"What's going on?" Officer Cao went to get the broom behind the door again, and answered inexplicably.

"They're very strange today...... Lang Yuan wasn't sure either. Colleagues say good morning to each other, doesn't seem excessive, am I too sensitive?

"Oh, they all rumored that your boyfriend dug a hole and buried the flower hat in order to vent your anger, and everyone felt relieved! By the way, the news of opening the door also spread in the office. Officer Cao's face was a little unserious.

Oh, Lang Yuan sat on the chair very unfiguratively.

Fortunately, it's not identity exposure.

What's so good? My boyfriend ...... Fatso?

Okay, a boyfriend is a boyfriend, and you have to admit it when you do it, although you haven't figured it out yet. What if you don't recognize it? The whole institute confessed......

"By the way, there is a saying in the institute, the son is not good, the son-in-law is angry! Hehe, say that the fat man is the son-in-law of the Chengguan Police Station! Officer Cao smiled a little disrespectfully.

I'm still stained with the fat man's light? Lang Yuan's head was a little swollen. Where is this?

Even my relationships have changed? Damn fatty!

"Master, did you say that the dead fat man was trying to vent his anger on me?" Lang Yuan had already decided about this before, and was so moved that he wanted to sacrifice the posture of Pu Liu. Now, I'm a little confused.

"Nonsense! Nothing! Officer Cao flatly denied it. Seeing that Lang Yuan was confused when he was holding incense in his hand, Officer Cao added, "There must be none!" ”

"Oh......" Lang Yuan agreed, this time as if he understood-there must be none. Must not? Must not!

Lang Yuan lay on the desk and recalled the eventful years for a while. When Officer Cao finished sweeping the floor and turned back to take a rag to wipe the table, Lang Yuan said hello to Officer Cao and left the police station to go to the street.

"Xiaolang, go to patrol the streets so early?"

"Xiaolang, when are you going to invite us to eat candy?"

From the office to the hall, there was a greeting of giggling along the way, and Lang Yuan felt a little deserted.

It's weird! Isn't that easy for colleagues to get along with? In the past six months, Lang Yuan has grown a lot in perseverance. Of course, I've heard people say before that going to work is not as much intrigue as going to school!

There was a big reversal at this moment, and Lang Yuan had to readjust for a while.

Usually patrol the streets, there is a fixed target point, but there is no fixed route. Lang Yuan walked and left the police station quite a long way, only to find that this was the way to the fat man's house.

Well, go to his house and go to his house! My life was all disrupted by him, messy, chicken feathers, and he was still reasonable!

By the way, I haven't taught Uncle Ma to open red mice!

After arriving, Lang Yuan temporarily changed his mind and turned directly into the courtyard next door. Ma Dabao was really thinking about the red mouse, and he wanted to try it but was afraid of making some trouble. If the red mouse removes the FRP shell, it is actually a three-wheeled motorcycle, which is not difficult to control. Under Lang Yuan's guidance, Uncle Ma learned it in a while.

Today happened to be the Shuiqinggou gathering, Lang Yuan and Ma Xiaolan together, put more than a dozen pots of phalaenopsis into the red mouse, and went to the market to try the market.

The red rat carries two people and three people, and after installing these phalaenopsis, there is not much space. Ma Dabao drove in front, Lang Yuan and Ma Xiaolan followed, anyway, it was two stops away from the market.

Before the Spring Festival, the water clear ditch is gathered, crowded with people, and it is very lively. Lang Yuan commanded the red mouse to easily drive into the flower market, and found a corner to set up a stall. These dozen pots of phalaenopsis are luxuriant, delicate and bright, and their appearance is significantly higher than that of similar products.

Last year, Shuiqinggou Daji abolished the business administration tax and fee, but divided some special areas for different types of goods, and allowed the vendors to set up their stalls and sell goods freely. The stall owners next door are a middle-aged couple, who sell a relatively complete range of varieties, and there are also phalaenopsis orchids for sale. Lang Yuan went to inquire about the price, but he was blinded.

Lang Yuan had to walk a little longer, pretending to be a customer to inquire about the price, and then he found out the price of ordinary phalaenopsis.

Ma Dabao sells a pot for ten yuan a pot in his hometown market, and it is almost twenty yuan here, Lang Yuan suggested that Ma Dabao sell it for thirty yuan a pot. Ma Dabao did everything, Lang Yuan patted the soil on his hands, and happily patrolled the mountains, ah no, patrolling the streets......

"Sister Lang, come on, they're beating people!"

didn't think about it, less than half an hour after Lang Yuan left, Ma Xiaolan called crying. Lang Yuan's head became big when he heard this, and he didn't care about stopping the car, let go of his footsteps and ran all the way, and rushed back to the flower market out of breath in ten minutes.

The situation at the scene made Lang Yuan angry. A stout stall owner was riding on Ma Dabao and slapped Ma Dabao, Ma Xiaolan desperately pulled the stall owner down, and a stout woman grabbed Ma Xiaolan's hair and scolded the street with a dry mouth.

This is exactly the middle-aged couple at the stall next door. It seems that Uncle Ma's Phalaenopsis orchid is also selling well at a high price, stealing their business?

"Stop!" Lang Yuan shouted, stepped forward and pulled the stall owner's arm down. After all, the stall owner didn't dare to hit the police, but he still slapped Ma Dabao twice before getting off the horse.

"Let it go!" Lang Yuan went to break the woman's hand again, but heard the woman crying and shouting, "The police are beating people!" The policewoman is beating! ”

Full of temperament and famous.

Lang Yuan gave a big heel, and with a hard hand, the woman's hand was finally broken, but she sat on the ground with her buttocks, patted her thighs and scolded, "The police are beating people!" The policewoman is beating! The policewoman has beaten someone to death! ”

Mixed with descriptions of certain parts of the woman, as well as cordial greetings from female elders. There were already a lot of people in the market, and there were many onlookers around, and those who didn't know the truth began to point fingers, and some people were taking pictures with their mobile phones.

Lang Yuan was so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven.

Ma Xiaolan was torn off a few strands of hair, Ma Dabao was covered in mud and bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and the father and daughter hugged their heads and cried. A few pots of phalaenopsis were probably sold, and the rest were all smashed.

"They're a family! Can the police just bully people? They robbed our stall and beat people! What kind of world is this, and let the people live! ”

The woman wailed and complained for a while, and more people took pictures of Lang Yuan in a police uniform with their mobile phones, with a peasant woman sitting on the ground crying in the background, and behind the peasant woman was a potted flower that had been smashed into a mess - Ma Dabao's phalaenopsis......

What kind of world is this, and you can't let the police live!

Lang Yuan stood there with a grim face.

They are poor people who work hard at the bottom of the society, and they rush to the market to set up a stall and earn a meager income to make ends meet, which is worthy of sympathy, and Lang Yuan has always tried his best to help this poor people.

However, who said that "there is a bottom line for the rich and the poor"?

This is clearly "the poor are evil, and the rich increase their conscience"!