Chapter 159 Anxious

In the afternoon, Zhou Ze really did accompany Lao Zhang to the elementary school.

Since he had promised Feng Si to cooperate with his operations in the near future and do some "good deeds," Boss Zhou would naturally not break his word.

On the school playground, the elementary school students were sitting in neat rows with their chairs.

Lao Zhang sat on the platform, using a microphone to give a lecture on legal knowledge.

In fact, Lao Zhang was also the honorary principal of this elementary school. Of course, he didn't receive any money for it. He only needed to come and give one or two lectures each semester. If he didn't have time, he could send other police officers.

The afternoon sun was a bit strong. Although it wouldn't cause heatstroke, it would be a kind of torture to make people sit below and listen to boring and dry lectures.

However, the students were probably used to enduring this kind of torture.

Lao Zhang didn't read from a script or design any drafts. He directly started with a relatively rare case.

Not only were the students sitting on the playground below listening intently with their eyes wide open, but even the teachers and school leaders who were managing order and accompanying him were also listening with great interest.

Several cases were presented, analyzed, and finally summarized. This ensured the interest and also made them complete from beginning to end, which played a role in guiding everyone to reflect.

Boss Zhou stood next to the podium all the time. He was quite surprised by Lao Zhang's performance.

Lao Zhang, who was usually relatively honest and dull in the bookstore, actually had this side to him.

If he hadn't become a policeman, he could have gone to various schools to be a "mentor" who instilled chicken soup and adrenaline.

The last case was about Lao Zhang himself, or rather, the person with this identity.

Undercover in a drug trafficking group, using his wits and courage to pass information to the police, with various moments of life and death, told by Lao Zhang himself, the "person involved," the effect was even three points more exciting than a police and bandit TV series.

"So, children, don't think that drugs are far away from you. In fact, they are really not far away!

According to recent cases, the trend of teenagers being harmed by drugs is gradually increasing. It can be said that this devilish hand is constantly approaching us!

When you graduate in the future, when you go to middle school, when you go to college, or even if you drop out of school midway, this is nothing. The road of life is very long, but if you dare to touch drugs, then your life will be completely hopeless!

Every year, many police officers fighting on the front line of drug enforcement are injured and sacrificed. Their efforts are actually to protect you, hoping to support a peaceful and clean sky for you. We should be grateful, and at the same time, we must cherish it and not betray or waste their sacrifices and contributions!"

The lecture ended with a "salute" gesture.

Some of the elementary school students below saluted along with him, while others clapped their hands vigorously. Their little faces looked very excited.

The school principal next to him showed a jealous smile. The students' feedback was much more enthusiastic than his opening speech every year.

The vice-principal next to the principal secretly glanced at the principal with disdain. Who wouldn't be tired of your opening ceremony speech that hasn't changed for years, starting with "In this refreshing autumn breeze and fragrant osmanthus?"

Well,

Boss Zhou wasn't just watching the whole time.

A naughty child liked to pick his nose while listening to the lecture.

The temperature has been rising in the past few days, and summer is coming. The air has become dry, and the nose is prone to dryness. If you always pick your nose, it is easy to bleed.

Boss Zhou stepped forward to help the little fat boy stop the bleeding. With Lao Zhang's cooperation, he told the elementary school student and the surrounding teachers about the correct response measures for nosebleeds.

Some of the so-called solutions to the habit, which ones were effective and which ones were wrong, were explained.

Finally, he showed a little presence, otherwise he would have looked like a bag carrier brought by Lao Zhang.

After everything was over,

Lao Zhang declined the school leaders' invitation to stay for dinner,

And drove Zhou Ze back to the bookstore.

On the way, Lao Zhang would occasionally glance at the boss sitting in the passenger seat.

He really couldn't figure out why the boss would suddenly want to come to school with him. This was not the boss's style at all.

In fact, Zhou Ze also couldn't figure it out. Besides helping a little fat boy stop a nosebleed, what else did he do in the afternoon?

At this thought,

Zhou Ze couldn't help but look at Lao Zhang,

And only felt that "political correctness" seemed to be a little out of order now,

Oh no,

That's not right,

He seemed to have made a mistake in the direction.

"Is there really nothing else going on at the police station now?"

"Ah, um, Boss, during the year you were asleep, let alone criminal cases, even ordinary public security cases have decreased a lot in Tong City."

"..." Zhou Ze.

Why did this sound so weird?

It could be seen that

Lao Zhang had been much more comfortable this year. He didn't have the time to run to schools to give legal lectures before. Now, he could even skillfully master the skills of giving speeches.

Fortunately,

Lao Zhang could occasionally disappoint people,

But there was one person,

Who never disappointed in finding trouble and testing the waters!

The phone rang. Zhou Ze picked it up. It was Lao Dao's call.

Zhou Ze answered the phone,

And Lao Dao's voice, lowered, came from the other end of the phone,

"Boss, something seems to have happened here."

Zhou Ze sat up straight when he heard this.

Something had happened, finally something had happened!

From Zhou Ze's point of view, he really hoped that he could get things done within a day, so as to avoid having to continue to toss around in the days to come.

Lao Dao's call gave him hope for a quick resolution.

"Where are you?"

"I'm in the demolition area on Cultural Street."

"What happened?"

While Zhou Ze pressed the speakerphone to signal Lao Zhang to change the route to Cultural Street, he continued to ask Lao Dao.

"The door here was opened, and then hundreds of yuan were thrown at the door."

"What do you mean?"

"Are they taking me for a fool? Hahaha!!!"

Lao Dao laughed happily on the other end of the phone.

It showed how strong and optimistic a person who had recovered in adversity was.

"And then what?"

"Then I called you, Boss. I have a feeling that something must have happened in this house."

"Are you so sure?"

Zhou Ze was a little curious. According to past experience, Lao Dao was often the most confused one. He was clueless when things started, and he was still dizzy even after things were over.

"Um, Boss, my crotch is so hot."

Zhou Ze nodded when he heard this. That was right.

"Move back a little and try to find a place with more people. I'll be right there."

"Okay, Boss."

…………

The old woman reluctantly picked up the hundreds of yuan that had been thrown at the door again.

The old thing wearing a Taoist robe didn't go in after seeing the money, but instead retreated, as if he had seen through her plot.

This made the old woman very incomprehensible.

In fact, to be honest,

Lao Dao was also a typical example of someone who hadn't eaten pork but had always slept with pigs.

Some experience and sixth sense were still very strong,

Plus, this time there was a reminder that his crotch was directly hot.

Standing next to the old woman was the old man. The old man's stomach was still heaving up and down, making the sound of a blower.

The old woman reached out and touched the old man's stomach, comforting him: "Don't worry, don't worry. I'll lure him in from outside. If that doesn't work, I'll find someone else for you.

Who told me to be blind and marry you in the first place? In this life, I owe you!"

The old man listened to these words and actively rubbed his face against the old woman's shoulder.

"You dead thing, don't do this in broad daylight."

The old woman gently pushed the old man away and then took the initiative to walk out of the house.

Lao Dao had retreated to the fruit stand on the edge of the demolition area. He bought a bunch of bananas from the stand and was eating while looking around.

Soon,

He saw the old woman who had wanted to swallow his deposit walk out.

The old woman's feet were graceful, and her figure swayed. If she were fifty years younger, she would definitely be the belle of the village.

It's a pity,

At this age,

In this posture,

It seemed a bit...

Lao Dao's taste was different from Lawyer An's, but no matter how different, the young ladies that Lao Dao liked were not the kind of old ladies who were only two or three years younger than him.

Seeing that seduction didn't work, the old woman immediately ran over anxiously and said urgently:

"My old man suddenly had a heart attack. Please, please, help me send him to the hospital. It will be too late if we wait any longer."

Lao Dao took another bite of the banana, pretending not to hear.

However, the middle-aged stall owner suddenly stood up,

And said: "Then we have to hurry. Have you called 120 (Chinese emergency number)?"

As he spoke, the middle-aged stall owner was planning to go to the old woman's house and carry the person out. It might be inconvenient for ambulances to enter the alleys in the demolition area, so he could only go in and carry the person out first.

Seeing this, Lao Dao immediately reached out and grabbed the stall owner's wrist, shaking his head and saying:

"Don't get involved."

The middle-aged stall owner shook off Lao Dao's hand and scolded him angrily:

"Human life is at stake, how can you care about this!"

The more the middle-aged stall owner was like this, the more Lao Dao couldn't let him go like this. He immediately said:

"You're the only one here. If you go, I'll immediately steal all the fruit from your stall. You don't know who I am, and the police won't have time to help you find the fruit."

"If you want it, then take it. How can you be so cold-blooded? Fine, I don't want these fruits anymore. I'll give them to you to put on your altar!"

After scolding Lao Dao angrily,

The middle-aged stall owner immediately took the old woman's hand and said urgently:

"Which house do you live in?"

The old woman glanced at Lao Dao with some regret, but since she had hooked up with another one, it was better than letting her own old man continue to go hungry. She immediately pointed to the location of her house and pulled the middle-aged stall owner directly towards her house.

Lao Dao scratched his head anxiously in place, but he knew his own family's affairs best. He didn't dare to rush over stupidly himself, otherwise when the boss and the others came, he would become a prisoner again and make it difficult for the boss and the others.

But watching such a public-spirited middle-aged stall owner walk into a potentially dangerous situation,

Lao Dao was really very upset,

And kicked a watermelon on the stall. The force was a bit too great, and it directly smashed the watermelon.

The middle-aged stall owner, who had already run halfway while holding the old woman's hand, seemed to have heard the sound,

And looked back,

Immediately furious,

And scolded:

"I'll fuck you, you old bastard, you're really going to overturn my stall!"

While scolding,

This middle-aged stall owner was really an easily irritable old brother,

And actually rushed back in a fit of anger, letting go of the old woman's hand.

"..." The old woman.