Every time he was on duty, Zhang Mian was in a very bad mood, especially when he was sleeping at night, he was really afraid that someone would call the police, especially some inconsequential police.

For example, there is a car passing downstairs that is loud.

There was a stray dog on the road.

There are unidentified aerial vehicles in the sky.

Falling out with her husband.

This kind of police can make people speechless, but you must go to the police, fill in the police registration book after the police, feedback the police, any police situation down at least half an hour.

If it's after three o'clock in the morning, you can have breakfast after encountering a more complicated policeman.

Go back to sleep for a while, and continue to work normally.

One day in the sky, one year on earth, one year at the grassroots level, and five years at the grassroots level.

Zhang Mian was awakened by a nightmare, in which he kept going to the police, and he couldn't get to the time of changing shifts at 8 o'clock in the morning.

The police kept scolding Zhang Mian for not being timely and not dealing with the problem in place, and he had to complain about him step by step.

The uniform he wants to be stripped of, so that he will never be able to live beyond his life, and the oil pot in hell has already squeaked, just waiting for Zhang Mu to get out of the pot.

When they threw Zhang Mian into the oil pot together, Zhang Mian woke up and quickly smelled whether there was a burnt smell on his body.

Sitting on the bed, Zhang Mian was in a terrible mood.

When you get up, fold the quilt and smooth out the folds of the sheets with your hands.

Housekeeping is also a part of the review when there is a meeting.

Zhang Mian feels that he is like Truman in "Truman's World", living under the gaze of others, and living is acting for others.

At the meeting, Instructor Xu told the public security brigade to ask about a matter and make a report, and asked the director, who said that he did not know the situation.

"Wang Hao, you go back and write a report to the security brigade, it seems to be in August." Xu Jiao arranged to.

"It's been four months since August, and I can't remember it clearly." After Wang Hao finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Xuan.

"I don't know anything, why don't they ask about four years ago." Zhang Mian has not yet recovered from last night's nightmare.

"If the leader asks about something, if you don't do it, just open your mouth and talk every day." Xu Jiao was furious.

Zhang Mian wanted to refute it, but it didn't make sense to argue with a woman.

When the public security brigade will become the leading unit of the police station is whether it is a guiding unit or not.

"Wang Hao, you can write it."

The meeting broke out unhappily.

Zhang Mian is in his thirties, his political fate has basically come to an end, and it is not for the sake of playing personality, he really can't stand the fact that all organs treat the police station as a grandson.

In the year when he didn't care about his career at all, his fate basically changed.

I will never deliberately please the leader again, just do my job well.

After the meeting, Zhang Mian said to his brother Ji Heng, when you have a meeting in the future, you will take a needle in your leather shoes, and when you see Zhang Mian want to speak, you will kick him in the back and play the role of Mama Rong.

Facts have proved that Mama Rong did not miss anyone.

When he got home from work, Zhang Mian regretted his reckless move in today's meeting, and he was getting old, so why didn't he keep his mouth shut.

The one who became the leader was not a hardship behind it.

When walking in the community at night, Zhang Mian warned himself that if he expressed any opinions at the meeting tomorrow, he would explode hemorrhoids.

Work well, worthy of your conscience and the tasks on your shoulders.

Zhang Mian said before that his incompetence was sorry for the university he attended.

The other two schools are the Gansu University of Political Science and Law in Lanzhou and the China Criminal Police College in Shenyang.

Zhang Mian has disgraced his alma mater, and he is not even good at being a policeman in the police station.

I'm sorry for the rolling Yellow River, I'm sorry for the snow.

In fact, Zhang Mian is just a ninth-rate poet.

He is just: there is no power in his heart, and he is everywhere. So much for.

See you tomorrow, my friend.