Siheyuan: Start as a truck driver

After Wang Weidong entered the Wuxing Steel Rolling Mill, he often traveled long distances and did not spend much time in the courtyard.

Director Han can recognize himself, which shows that he is very skilled in business and is an old police officer.

"I can't help it. Who told you that your courtyard house has so many trivial matters that you are the focus of the police station's attention." Director Han curled his lips, as if he was a little disdainful.

"There are so many trivial matters..." Wang Weidong pursed his lips, unable to deny it.

Director Han was choked by the suspected chair, changed his posture, and gathered up his big cotton coat.

"That guy named He Yuzhu always gets into fights when they don't agree with each other. If it wasn't for the sake of the deaf old lady's face, he would have been locked up behind the fence."

Director Han may have felt that the atmosphere was a bit dull. In addition, the little brother next to him was a master and lived in a courtyard, so he deliberately mentioned:

"There is also Jia Geng, who steals all day long. If he hadn't been young and the things he stole were not worth much, he would have been dealt with by us long ago."

"Qin Huairu is suspected of having a problem with his work style, and many people are unclear about it, but there is no proof."

"Jia Zhang is a standard shrew, with a mouth like a cesspit."

"Xu Damao took advantage of the fellow villagers, but no one reported him."

"There are also some senior officials in charge who are not stable either. When something goes wrong in the courtyard, they don't go to the police station to resolve it. Instead, they hold a meeting in the courtyard and act as feudal patriarchs."

Hearing Han Suo mention the uncles in charge, Wang Weidong was moved and asked: "Han Suo, what's going on with those three uncles? Are they elected by the masses, or are they appointed by themselves?"

The three stewards managing the courtyard seemed to be a matter of course in the eyes of the residents of the courtyard, but Wang Weidong found it a bit strange.

"Actually, that's a problem left over from history." Director Han yawned and explained:

"You also know that in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, the household registration system was not perfect, and the people in the courtyard were mixed. In order to prevent enemy agents from mixing in, the local government let three uncles manage the courtyard, a bit like the ancient commander-in-chief."

"Later, when the situation stabilized, the three uncles became dispensable and could only deal with trivial matters between neighbors."

It turns out that the three stewards are officially certified, so no wonder they are so majestic.

"You live in the compound, stop interfering with them, and find an opportunity to move out." Director Han thought for a moment and then kindly explained.

This Wang Weidong, since he came to Siheyuan, has been living his own life behind closed doors all day long. He is also considered a rare honest person.

We can't be led astray by those people in the Siheyuan.

Wang Weidong smiled and nodded. He would move out of the courtyard sooner or later, but not now.

The two chatted for a few more words, and Director Han invited Wang Weidong to sit in his office when he was free.

Wang Weidong naturally agreed.

With the help of Director Han, we have a better chance of winning against the beasts.

Soon, in the darkness in the distance, there were faint lights from stars.

Wang Weidong knew that the pigeon market had arrived, but he was afraid of disturbing the people in the pigeon market.

He took the initiative to park the truck on the side of the road without waiting for Director Han's reminder.

"It seems that we are here early. The people from our brother's units haven't arrived yet." Director Han got out of the car and walked around, then walked back up with his neck shrunken in the cold.

Isn't it early? It's only three o'clock in the morning.

Wang Weidong looked at his watch and curled his lips.

He was fine sitting in the cab, but he was afraid that Li Aiguo and the police comrades in the cab would freeze.

Wang Weidong gently pushed the door open without opening the truck bed, and asked Li Aiguo and the others to jump out of the truck bed and move around on the side road.

At this time, Li Aiguo's hats and coats were covered with frost.

After a full hour, the sound of bicycle wheels rubbing against the ground was heard in the distance.

I rolled up the car window and looked outside. In the darkness, a dozen police comrades were riding bicycles towards me.

"This way!" Director Han jumped out of the car, lowered his voice and waved his hand.

A group of bicycles are coming this way.

The leader was a tall man about 1.9 meters tall. He looked at the truck angrily: "Old Han, your police station has been modernized ahead of schedule."

"Nonsense, this is a truck from the Hongxing Steel Rolling Plant. You know we are a joint construction unit." Han Suo explained.

While the two were chatting, a jeep drove up in the distance, followed by three dark green trucks.

The truck was filled with soldiers wearing khaki uniforms and carrying rifles on their backs.

The main force has arrived.

The tall man and Han Suo saw the jeep approaching and rushed to meet it.

The door of the jeep was opened, but the people inside did not get out of the car.

Wang Weidong was sitting in the cab and couldn't see clearly. He could only vaguely see that he was an old man with gray hair.

Judging from the attitudes of the tall guy and Han Suo, he should be their big leader.

The three of them communicated for less than two minutes before Han Suo ran back and gathered his subordinates together.

Lowering his voice: "There are three exits in Pigeon Market. The army comrades will be responsible for blocking the exits later. Our task is to rush into Pigeon Market and screen out criminals. Do you understand?"

"Understood!" Everyone nodded.

"Okay, you are all old people, so I don't need to tell you the rules. Don't use guns unless absolutely necessary."

As he said that, Han Suo took out a bundle of red sleeve bands from his satchel and distributed them to the police comrades.

"Everyone wears red armbands."

Li Aiguo also took the red sleeve band and solemnly pinned it on his arm with a pin.

Seeing that everyone was wearing red sleeve bands, Wang Weidong looked at his bare arms and wondered, "Han Suo, where's mine?"

Han Suo smiled and said: "You are a truck driver, and you will be responsible for guarding the prisoners here later."

Yes, I am just a driver. As long as I send a group of people here and take a group of people back, the task will be completed.

Wang Weidong touched the pistol at his waist.

On the other side, a team of tall people had already gathered and headed toward the pigeon market quietly.

Han Suo saw the other side starting to take action, and after giving a few more instructions, he led the people and started taking action.

When they were approaching Pigeon Market, the jeep and truck turned on their bright lights and made a "boom" sound, like an arrow, shooting toward Pigeon Market.

The roar of the truck engine broke the silence, and the bright lights dispersed the darkness. The scattered flashlights in the distance suddenly became busy and prepared to disperse.

There was a commotion in Pigeon City:

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"No, it's a big-brimmed hat."

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But Han Suo and the people led by the tall man had already blocked the way, and dozens of soldiers who jumped off the truck also lined up in a long line and surrounded them.

The people in Pigeon Market are like a group of ducks, trapped inside.

Han Suo took out a rolled-iron microphone and put it to his mouth: "The people inside are listening and squatting on both sides of the road with their heads in their hands."

"They are here to arrest us, don't listen to them!" someone in the crowd shouted.

"That is, everyone rushed out together, but they didn't dare to shoot!"

"Soldiers of the people, love the people!"

The old man in the jeep waved his hand.

The soldiers took off their rifles from their shoulders, cocked the bolts with a click, and aimed their black muzzles at the crowd.

The people in Pigeon City suddenly became silent and squatted on both sides of the road with their heads in their hands.

"It's our turn now!" Director Han entered the pigeon market with his police comrades and flashlights.

Throughout the entire process, the police comrades cooperated very skillfully, without any accidents and seemed extremely relaxed.

It seems that this is not the first time this kind of action has been carried out.

The imagined fight scene did not appear. Those chaotic people had no ability to resist in front of the iron fist.

When the noise disappeared again and the night fell silent again, Director Han ran out of the pigeon market and waved to Wang Weidong.

"It's my turn!"

Wang Weidong jumped out of the car and shook the truck.

He drove the truck slowly towards Pigeon City and stopped steadily beside Director Han.

At this time, Li Aiguo had already carried a young man wearing a black cotton-padded jacket and a felt hat out.

"We found a plum blossom watch on this guy's body. It's probably stolen goods." He handed the watch to Director Han.

"Tsk, tsk, a watch worth 140 yuan is enough for you to squat in the fence for five years." Director Han was excited about this unexpected gain.

He put the watch into his shoulder bag and pointed to the truck bed: "Little thief, climb up."