Happy Little Mayor

"What's the complaint? You can't solve it?" Wang Bo asked, turning his head.

Elizabeth made a helpless gesture and smiled bitterly: "This matter must be handled by you. It is a bit magical. I don't know what to do."

Wang Bo sorted out his uniform and said, "Ok, first talk about what you are complaining about, and then bring me over."

Elizabeth spread her hands again, and then she opened her mouth to talk, but instead of making a sound, she looked at him in embarrassment.

Wang Bo frowned: "What's wrong? What do you mean?"

Elizabeth said: "The complainant is unwilling to see you, um, I don't know what to say. Boss, that means that our town has a public bathroom, right? This complaint says that our bathroom has discrimination, **** discrimination? Anyway Discrimination. "

"What do you mean?" Wang Bo was confused.

Elizabeth asked, "Let's say that, Boss, you know, there are nearly 7 billion people on the planet, and there are men and women in gender, but some people can't figure out their gender from birth."

Wang Bo blinked: "Can't figure out his gender, you mean, uh, someone like Chun brother?"

"Who?" Elizabeth asked. "Do you know neutral people? Have you met them? If you are familiar with them, things will be easy."

After listening to her, Wang Bo probably understood. He asked, "Isn't someone saying that our toilets are not complete enough, do we have to set up neutral toilets?"

The town is determined to build tourism, so the public facilities must be complete. There are more than a dozen public toilets alone, all of which are luxurious mobile toilets. Wang Bo hired five people to clean.

But these toilets are of course only men and women. He did not prepare any neutral toilets.

Elizabeth nodded and said, "Yes, that's what happened. Some tourists said they were neutral. I think New Zealand society is tolerant and free. In order to respect the rights and needs of these people, we should set up gender-free toilets. Right? "

Pharaoh patted his forehead depressively. There are a total of four million people in New Zealand. He has never heard of such a thing in the country, but he never encountered it here.

He also had no experience in similar matters, so he searched online.

New Zealand pays much attention to genderless toilets, and many public places, including shopping malls, bus stations and public entertainment venues, have begun to set up "genderless toilets", or "neutral toilets".

The signs of these genderless toilets are very interesting. Generally, men and women's bathrooms have signs at the doorways. Men's toilets are labeled with pants, women's toilets are labeled with skirts, and genderless toilets are labeled with standard. The pattern is a half skirt, a leg ...

In addition, uni-color or allgender are usually marked under the signboard. Such toilets, whether they are male, female or unisex, can be used freely and are not specially prepared for neutral people.

Wang Bo estimates that both men and women can use it, also in order to eliminate the strange eyes of some people. After all, if the use is restricted, then whoever goes is a neutral person. In order to avoid being discriminated against, neutral people will not go to such a toilet.

At first he thought he had to buy a new toilet, so he didn't have to bother with it, just buy a sign and put it on, because the toilet is allowed for men and women.

Later, Bowen came over to get the documents, watched that he was ready to make signs on the wandering related information, and shook his head directly and smiled: "You don't have to buy it, you can make one by yourself, leave it to me and I can hang it tomorrow."

In the afternoon, the small town writer Hillary came in and handed him a hard disk and said, "The first part of my novel is inside, you see."

Wang Bo was surprised: "You're fast enough."

It was less than two months before the two of them talked and completed a reasoning-based detective novel. The speed was amazing. After all, according to New Zealand's publishing rules, a novel is about 300,000 words.

Hill shrugged and said, "No, it's just the first step, about 100,000 words."

Pharaoh poked his lips, this speed was too slow, only two hundred thousand words came out in two months? Fortunately, what he has to do is a physical book. If he is writing a web article in China, this speed will definitely hit the street!

He turned on the computer and looked at it, and the story cut into it quickly:

Pukava, a small town more than 100 kilometers south of Auckland, New Zealand's largest city, and New Zealand's largest river Waikato flows nearby, providing ample water for crop growth and life.

The land here is fertile, the terrain is flat, and the endless farms are next to each other.

At noon, the sun was hot, and police officer Duke looked at an old notebook with a doubt on his face. He wanted to lie down on the notebook for a while, and then an alarm phone rang!

The emergence of this phone dispelled Duke's drowsiness and broke the leisurely and peaceful pastoral life of the farm city ...

The story started like this, Wang Bo guessed the background of the case and the mystery of the Pukava Blood House as soon as he saw the place!

This is a case that has spread widely in New Zealand. It has not been cracked until now. The case has been left for nearly half a century. This is an old case 45 years ago.

In such a case, it is inevitable that there will be controversy, which has the meaning of mapping reality and mocking the police system, but it does not matter in New Zealand because police and politicians are used to be mocked.

I have to say that Hill's thinking is really powerful, his writing is concise and powerful, and the plot is trendy and treacherous, which is exactly in line with the characteristics of detective novels.

The next time Wang Bo was watching this novel, 100,000 words consumed him for more than two hours, because the story developed during the period was quite brain-burning. As a police officer, he thought about the development of the story, which took time. .

After watching it, Wang Bo looked up and found that Hill hadn't left, still waiting in his office, looking forward.

"You didn't go back?"

Hill Road: "Of course, you are the first reader, I have to know your ..."

"Hurry back and continue writing, I want to see the plot below!"

Although Wang Bo had a rude tone, Hill heard a happy smile, which was more powerful than any compliment.

Rubbing his hands, he asked, "Look, this novel should be fine, right? I mean publishers publish it, not their own."

Wang Bodao: "Absolutely no problem, er, what is your own publishing? Your novels before?"

Hill said awkwardly: "I published the first two novels at my own expense, and the publisher was unwilling to sign my copyright, so if I wanted to publish and sell it, I had to pay for it myself."

Having said that, he was happy again: "This should not be used anymore, and I feel great."

Wang Bodao: "Of course, but why have to publish? There are other ways, man!"

(To be continued.)