Chapter 655 The Lost Dream

The afternoon sun in Dongzhou was slightly warm, and the SWAT compound with lush green leaves was rustling. It was a leisurely day.

In the guard building at the entrance of the compound, a small attic was built inside, which was regarded as an independent office set up by brigade captain Li Da for Comrade Chen Chuan, who was assigned by the city bureau.

After all, this guy goes to work every day without clocking in, and plays with his mobile phone unscrupulously while in the office. He is afraid of affecting the new comrades, so he built a "paradise" for him.

The best thing about this office is that there is a small open space next to it. There were originally a few shelves for everyone to temporarily put express delivery.

In order to allow Chen Chuan to settle down, Li Da cleared away the shelves in this small place with a wave of his hand, leaving a small open space just for Chen Chuan to park his car.

When he goes to work, he slides his shiny Panamera in, opens and closes the car door, turns around and goes to the office on the second floor. When you get off work, you can walk downstairs and drive home, which is simple and convenient.

With Li Da's painstaking efforts, Chen Chuan, the so-called cadre sent from the city bureau, was truly isolated from the other members of the brigade, so that others would not be infected with the idle habits of the young man from the city bureau.

Of course, Chen Chuan was also happy. However, since the border guards came here, there was another good friend in the loft, Zhu Yiba.

Before going upstairs, I heard Chen Chuan sighing heavily at the top of the stairs: "Hey, we are all working hard to live."

When he went upstairs, he saw Chen Chuan scrolling through Douyin. Chen Shu laughed and scolded, "It's true that Zhu Yiba and I are working hard to live. You, a young man, are also working hard to live? Are you working hard to pick up girls?"

After saying that he was not polite, Chen Shu went up and pulled the video in Chen Chuan's hand to the front and started watching it again.

The text at the beginning of the short video is quite eye-catching.

"Too unreasonable: for setting up a street stall, the police directly fined me 10,000 yuan!"

Chen Shu was quite surprised. Isn't it the city management's responsibility to set up street stalls? Why is it the police's turn to impose fines? This fine will cost tens of thousands of yuan.

After reading it slowly, I realized that this was something that happened in a beautiful country, except that the lady running the stall inside was Chinese or of Chinese descent, and the police enforcing the law happened to be of Asian appearance, and both of them spoke Mandarin.

If he hadn't been a colleague, he would have clearly seen at first glance that the video was in police uniform, and he would have had to show off his keyboard warrior abilities based on the title.

Let me add here that the police uniforms of the beautiful country are exactly the opposite of those of the Chinese country.

In China, whether they are security guards or urban management officers, they all like to make the appearance of their uniforms more similar to police uniforms, trying to make them as similar as possible. If there were no laws and regulations there, these people might be happy to just wear police uniforms.

In the beautiful country, it's just the opposite. Not to mention the different occupations, the uniforms of state police, city police, and town police may be different in a single state.

Police badges vary from state to state. Maybe they are too traditional this year and they may be replaced tomorrow, which is not stable.

The root of the difference between the two countries is that the police system of the beautiful country is a bottom-up establishment process, while the police system of the Chinese country is created from the top down.

Chen Chuan had watched part of the video before, so he didn't watch it again. He sat on the sidelines, still angry, patting his thigh and lamenting the difficulties of the lower class.

After reading Chen Shu, he threw his cell phone to Chen Chuan: "Come here as soon as you open your mouth. Setting up stalls on the sidewalk is not allowed in any country. These vendors like to go to places with a lot of people. If they are all No matter, let alone the cars, the traffic will be so heavy that no one can even move."

Chen Chuan chuckled: "In this beautiful country that values ​​freedom, I believe it is allowed!"

Chen Shu suspected that he had heard wrongly, so he took back the mobile phone that had been thrown in front of Chen Chuan, looked at it again, smiled, and put the mobile phone with the screen reversed into Chen Chuan's hand.

"Look clearly, we are in the beautiful country in the video!"

Chen Chuan took the phone again, looked at it silently for a while, and then quietly locked the screen.

After thinking for a while, he said calmly: "I'm sorry, I read it wrong. What I mean is, you should abide by the local laws no matter where you are. Look, the considerate stall aunt, she was not messy at all when she was handled by the police. The attitude of being punished obediently is very worthy of recognition.”

Chen Shu smiled and scolded: "It's a pity that you don't become a public intellectual. Double standards! If this happened in China, it would definitely be a hot search + short essay on the entire Internet."

Chen Chuan waved his hand seriously and said, "I'm not joking, I'm just talking about the matter."

"The problem is, the police over there really know how to shoot!"

Standing on the edge and watching the performance of the two police officers, our dear border guard brother Comrade Zhu Yiba revealed the secret in one word.

It was almost time. Chen Shu said hello and prepared to go back to the office.

When he went upstairs, he stopped by the general office on the second floor and took a look around. He saw Xu Mingliang, who was about to be transferred to the police station due to his age, with his laptop open and the QQ login interface on the desktop.

As a former No. 1 platoon bomber in Dongzhou after working for more than ten years.

This was in an era when there was no high technology or mechanical equipment, and people relied solely on the courage to detonate explosives with bare hands. Such a dedicated policeman with blood and skills ended up as a community policeman at a remote suburban police station.

Although this is also taken care of by the organization and can be regarded as a good position for elderly care, it still gives people the illusion that the hero is in his twilight years.

Chen Shu thought for a while, knocked on the door and walked into the office, thinking of chatting a few more words while he was still at work.

"Brother Xu, what are you doing?"

Xu Mingliang didn't look back, his eyes were fixed on the computer desktop in front of him, he sighed and said, "I'm old, I want to find some photos I took in the SWAT team and put them in QQ space, but I lost the password and I can't remember it all of a sudden."

"QQ password?" Chen Shu frowned and thought for a while, then smiled bitterly, "I seem to have forgotten my password. By the way, I can find my password, which should be quite convenient."

Xu Mingliang raised his eyes, looked across the upper frame of the laptop screen, and looked at the young man who had just joined the SWAT team sitting opposite him, and suddenly asked:

"Fatty Ding, what is your dream?"

Fatty Ding, who was eating biscuits, was stunned and replied, "Be a policeman?"

The tone was upward.

For this question, it was obvious that he himself was not very sure.

Chen Shu bent down and read the words on the computer screen word by word: "Statement, question: What is your dream?"

Shocked, he turned around and asked: "Brother Xu, this is your QQ password hint, you asked the wrong person, right?"

Xu Mingliang touched his nose and smiled briefly: "It's been more than ten years, I have long forgotten what I filled in at that time, I tried several and none of them worked, so I wanted to try with Fatty Ding."

Fatty Ding felt a little embarrassed about his previous unconfident answer, and now he also came to the side of the two and asked curiously: "Brother Xu, what did you try before?"

Xu Mingliang's eyes were calm, and he didn't deliberately pretend. After all, with his experience of lying down in the brigade at such an age, there was really no need to be as serious as when he was young.

He said calmly: "Money, beauty, house, travel around the world, but the answers are all wrong. Come on, Fatty Ding, come over and try, let me see what the dreams of you young people are?"

Fatty Ding scratched his head, but was too embarrassed to refuse the big brother, so he moved over reluctantly, fiddled with it for a long time, and finally typed a word.

"English... English teacher? You want to be a teacher with your big and strong appearance? A physical education teacher is more like that. Hey, handsome should have nothing to do with you, is it because you lack something so you want to make up for it..." Xu Mingliang pouted and teased casually.

Chen Shu suddenly understood the loneliness in Xu Mingliang's eyes: what was lost was not the password, but the original dream.

He said sincerely: "Brother Xu, I think if you find the answer to this question, it may be more valuable than your QQ number."

Xu Mingliang's eyes were calm, and he just silently took out a pack of wrinkled cigarette boxes from his pocket.

At this time, the intercom hanging on Chen Shu's shoulder suddenly rang.

The intercom of the brigade leader usually doesn't ring. Everyone is used to contacting each other by phone when something happens. But when it rings, it must be a big thing.

"Emergency dispatch!"

"Xiao Ding, count the number of people and equipment. Xu Mingliang, take people to the gun depot to get guns immediately."

"Everyone move!"

The clattering sound lasted for a while, and then the whole floor, and even the whole building, fell silent.

The "woo woo woo" sirens that suddenly came from outside the window became lighter and farther away.

A few rays of sunlight came in from the window, reflecting on the laptop screen that was still on.

At this time, there was only one word left on the answer box for the password appeal:

"English".