C7

Guo Jingjing knew since he was young that he was a child picked up by his father, but he did not feel inferior at all. This was because his father was extremely good to him, the father and son duo lived in a Red Brick House s house.

Guo Jingjing not only had a father, he also had a grandfather and grandmother, who were especially good to him and often bought him persimmon cakes when he was young. Grandfather was also very good, but Grandfather was not particularly close to him, especially when Grandfather's biological grandson and granddaughter came back, Guo Jingjing would always be ignored. But it doesn't matter, because Father said that Grandpa and Grandma are their saviors, and people who have helped them before should be cherished in their lives.

In fact, there were two reasons why he didn't go to the big city. His grandmother's son, daughter, and grandson were all living in big cities, sometimes they would return during the new year, sometimes they would return home, but they all had one thing in common, the time they stayed in the village wouldn't exceed a month. Madam Zhang was already an old man, and Grandfather Zhang Fugui's health wasn't very good these past few years, so he felt that since they had raised him, it was his duty to accompany them until he became an old man.

It could be said that he was very repulsed by the big cities, including people, affairs, and things related to them. He did not like Guo Jingjing leaving everything about the big cities, and if he stayed in the big cities to work, it would mean that he wanted to be like the children of the Madam Zhang, leaving his parents in the countryside. Guo Jingjing had been filial since childhood, and this was something he could not do.

So he came back and took the civil servant exam. Today was the first day he went to work for the town's traffic police.

On the first day they came, Guo Jingjing did not arrange anything for him. The captain brought some recognized people to familiarize himself with the work, but everyone was still quite friendly, and did not try to bully others, Guo Jingjing felt that he was still quite happy, and followed them to the town's traffic light for a round at noon. When they went out in the morning, Zhang Qing gave him a sum of money, so Guo Jingjing took the opportunity to treat them to a meal.

"Hey, are you going to eat some fruits? I'll buy it. " When asked by a colleague, everyone said they would eat, so that person went to the fruit stand.

Guo Jingjing was not stupid, he followed the man and went behind, the man bought a lot, Guo Jingjing asked the fruit stall owner: "Boss, how much?"

Saying that, he took out his waist purse. That colleague pushed him and said, "No need, we are familiar with the boss. Boss, just like before, let's hang up."

The fruit store owner nodded and bowed, "Okay, okay. Little Boss, take care."

Guo Jingjing looked at his colleague but did not move, and said: "No, I just happen to have one, I will still give it to you, agreed that I will treat you to dinner."

"No need, you don't need to understand what I'm saying." That colleague pushed him, pointed to the surroundings, and said, "This area has fruit stalls and breakfast shops, you can eat anywhere you want. After eating, just say it's on the bill, understand?"

Guo Jingjing frowned, and looked at his colleague with displeasure: "What do you mean?"

His colleague glanced at him, shook his head and sneered, "Sigh, I've never seen you so dazed before. Think about it, how much money do we have in a month? It's not like there's nothing good for us to do as traffic police officers come and go in the rain all day, right? Furthermore, it's not like we're wasting our time. They just want to rely on us to get what they want. "

Guo Jingjing frowned, and retorted: "What are you saying, our duty is to serve the people, and traffic police should pay for their food!"

As he said this, he threw fifty coins at the fruit stall owner and turned around to leave. The owner didn't know what to do with the money, "This … "This …"

The traffic policeman holding the fruit had a dark expression as he scolded Guo Jingjing's back, "Idiot!"

Ever since that incident at noon, the atmosphere between Guo Jingjing and his colleagues in the afternoon was obviously not as friendly as it was in the morning. He did not know that his actions at noon had harmed the interests of all the traffic police, and they naturally did not like him, but sometimes, Guo Jingjing was too upright.

When it was almost time to get off work, Guo Jingjing packed his things and prepared to leave work with his colleague. The colleague who bought fruits at noon walked over and said with an unlucky look on his face, "I just received the notice, we'll check the wine drive tonight. Guo Jingjing, you come along as well."

Guo Jingjing nodded: "Ok."

When Guo Jingjing arrived, there were already people checking who was driving the alcohol detector. The colleague then said to Guo Jingjing: "You can stop the car, but if you open the window and smell the smell of alcohol, then call me, don't blame me for not reminding you, that's a death order. As long as it's a alcohol vehicle, if you find out it, it's a severe punishment, don't do anything smart, and don't throw your rice bowl!"

That person's tone was not good. It had been an entire afternoon and his anger had not dissipated, but he had been taught a lesson by a newcomer, causing everyone to feel ashamed. After that, regardless of whether Guo Jingjing lived or died, he went to the side to stop the carriage.

Guo Jingjing glanced at his colleague, although he did not like him either, but that person had said something just now. As a traffic police officer, he should be strict with his law enforcement, and not practice favoritism.

How would Guo Jingjing know, that the traffic police didn't say that to him just because of a law, did they not see the resentment in his tone? In fact, previously, when the traffic police of a town encountered a drunk driver, the people who were found out took the opportunity to pay a bit of money and let them go, saving them the trouble of making extra money. Now that the policy had changed, the city set a limit on how many drunk drivers they would have to capture every month and how many violations they would commit. This caused the traffic police who were used to being lazy to do so to be filled with resentment.