Tiger Police

Chapter 555 Blood
Long Xu shook his head and smiled, "I didn't see it! You are quite violent, boss."

Hu Pingtao looked solemn: "Don't say that. Actually, I don't want to do that either. But sometimes, when you talk to these people about the reason and the law, they won't listen to a word. In contrast, let them eat something Bitterness works much better."

"Also, there is a degree of deterrence to this publicity."

While talking, the phone rang.

Long Xu got close, picked up the receiver, said a few words of "hmmm" casually, and then hung up.

Hu Pingtao asked: "A call from the command center?"

Long Xu nodded, stood up, and picked up the equipment on the table: "Let's go! We are this busy life."

……

There is a snack bar called "Big Pot King" on the side street. The owner is from the north and specializes in pasta.Especially fried noodles and fried pancakes, which are delicious in taste and texture, and diners flock to them.

When Hu Pingtao and others arrived at the entrance of the snack bar, there was already a crowd of people.A man and a woman in the circle are confronting each other, yelling and cursing fiercely.

"Are you blind? It's obviously the red bean paste sticking to the lunch box. If you want nothing to do, you're looking for trouble. I warn you, if you talk nonsense, I will punish you."

"You are blind. It's obviously blood, okay! The people in your shop don't pay attention to hygiene, and put blood on the fried noodles I ordered. You can see for yourself, how do you eat this?"

"I like to eat or not. Get out, don't stand in the way of my business."

"Why are you swearing? Is it reasonable for you to do something wrong?"

"Why did I scold you? You are so paralyzed that you have something wrong with you and came to my shop to make trouble. I am very polite not to arrest you and beat you up. What else do you want? Are you looking for a beating?"

"What are you doing! I have already called [-] to call the police. Just wait for me, the police will arrive soon."

During the quarrel, Hu Pingtao squeezed Long Xu and Cui Wen into the crowd.Seeing this, the two sides stopped talking immediately.The woman seemed to have seen a savior, and rushed over at a trot, her face full of surprise: "Comrade police, you are here."

Hu Pingtao nodded slightly and asked, "What happened?"

Pointing at the middle-aged man standing opposite, the woman shouted indignantly: "The fried noodles he bought are faulty, there is blood in them."

Hu Pingtao frowned and asked, "Don't worry, let's put things aside for now. Please show your respective ID cards."

The woman's name is Zhang Lizhu, and she lives nearby.

The man's name is Yang Yong, and he is the owner of this snack bar.

In front of everyone, Zhang Lizhu opened the lunch box she had been holding.

The lunch box was wrapped in a plastic bag, and a printed receipt was hung near the handle.Hu Pingtao picked it up and looked at it, compared the names, and found that the list was typed in the store.

The lunch box contains fried noodles with scrambled eggs and tomatoes.

Hu Pingtao raised his head, pointed to Yang Yong who was standing opposite, and asked Zhang Lizhu, "Did you buy this from his shop?"

Zhang Lizhu explained: "I had eaten at his restaurant before and thought the fried noodles tasted good, so today I ordered fried noodles with tomatoes and eggs. I placed the order at Huangtuantuan, and the delivery speed is quite fast, less than two hours. It arrived in 10 minutes. But when I opened it, I found blood in the lunch box."

Yang Yong shouted when he heard it from the opposite side: "Hey, be more polite. What do you mean by blood? I have already said that it is bean paste, okay?"

Zhang Lizhu suddenly turned her head and glared at him: "You are still a man, don't you dare to do it or not? It's obviously blood!"

Suddenly, the scene that had just been quiet became intense again.

"It's bean paste!"

"is blood!"

"Stinky bitch, are you looking for a beating?"

"Hit it! Come on! The police are still so arrogant when you are in front of you. If you dare to touch me, try, I will let you go around."

Seeing that the situation might get out of control at any time, Hu Pingtao quickly stood between the two of them: "Okay, don't argue, let's clarify the matter first. I let whoever speaks speak first, don't interrupt."

After finishing speaking, he turned to Yang Yong and warned solemnly: "Both of you have the right to state the facts, it's just a matter of who comes first. Why are you in a hurry!"

Yang Yong frowned: "This woman speaks too badly, and she's just spreading rumors."

Hu Pingtao raised his finger to Cui Wen, who was holding a law enforcement recorder: "We have to film the whole process of handling the case. No matter what she said, we have a record, and you are the same. Anyway, the principle is not to wrong a good person. Don’t let a bad guy go.”

He then turned to Zhang Lizhu: "You speak first."

Zhang Lizhu seemed to have taken a reassurance.She opened the lunch box, held it in front of Hu Pingtao with her hands, and pointed to the cold and hard fried noodles: "Look, officer, I'm not talking nonsense, there is really blood in this noodles!"

Following the direction she pointed, Hu Pingtao saw a little red stain on the inside near the edge of the lunch box.

Part of it had mixed with the oil and noodles and turned brown.

Part of it is scattered into dots, and Sade is everywhere, both inside and outside the lunch box, which is very obvious.

Yang Yong saw that Hu Pingtao was watching carefully, and suddenly said from the side: "This takeaway is delivered, who knows if she made it herself. I have opened this shop for several years, and I have seen all kinds of ghosts and snakes. People often find fault with various reasons after ordering outside, or say it is a refund, or ask for a new one after eating half of it... It’s like this, don’t open this store, I’ll just help the poor directly. "

Hu Pingtao turned around and took a deep look at Yang Yong, who quickly shrank his neck and kept silent.

Although Yang Yong interrupted, what he said did make sense.

Zhang Lizhu is very smart. She saw the doubt in Hu Pingtao's eyes, and quickly took out her mobile phone to explain: "I didn't do anything, really."

As she spoke, she clicked on the phone screen, found a video, and handed it to Hu Pingtao.

The content of the video is very simple. It is the whole process of the courier brother delivering the fried noodles to Zhang Lizhu. She unties the plastic bag and opens the lunch box in front of the other party.

Zhang Lizhu explained: "I often order take-out. I used to eat half of the take-out, and there was a situation where people deliberately dirty it. Ask the store to argue. If you are unreasonable, you can change it. If you are unreasonable, you don't even understand it." I learned it later, and every time the courier delivered the goods to my door, I had to take out my mobile phone and take a video of it in front of the other party as evidence."

Long Xu couldn't help laughing beside him: "I heard you say that, I have suffered a lot in the past!"

Zhang Lizhu said angrily: "I don't want to do this either! It's time-consuming and labor-intensive, and it's troublesome... Well, police officer, look at the video. I didn't put these messy things in, did I?"

Hu Pingtao watched the entire video carefully, and nodded slowly: "You didn't do it, it was on the lunch box. Especially here, look at the piece between the noodles and the box, it should be fried noodles out of the pan, I accidentally got it in when I was using Zhuang’s lunch box.”

With the affirmation and support from the police, Zhang Lizhu was determined.She raised her head, looked at Yang Yong who was standing opposite, and sneered triumphantly: "Did you hear that, the police have said that it is your store's problem."

Without even thinking about it, Yang Yong opened his mouth and shouted: "So what? I told you that it's red bean paste... red bean paste, I accidentally got it in."

"Red bean paste?" Hu Pingtao felt very surprised: "There is red bean paste in the fried noodles? Isn't your noodles fried with eggs and tomatoes?"

Yang Yong said confidently: "My shop has only such a big space. I make chow mein pancakes and pancakes with different fillings. Not to mention red bean paste, even beef filling and sauerkraut filling are often mixed together. I I think this is understandable. After all, I can’t manage so much when I’m busy.”

As he said that, he glanced at Zhang Lizhu, and said unhappily: "What's the matter with some red bean paste in the fried noodles? Can't it be eaten? You are not a son of a dragon, and you have to make such a big deal out of something big." movement."

Zhang Lizhu never dreamed that Yang Yong would say such a thing. For a moment, he felt as if there were piles of blowflies flying around in his head, making a deafening "buzzing" sound.

After a long time, she finally came to her senses and glared at Yang Yong angrily, "You...you..."

She was so angry that the words she had planned to fight back were firmly pressed against her chest, but she couldn't speak them out.

Seeing this, Hu Pingtao stepped forward, made a gesture of raising his hand to press down on Zhang Lizhu, and persuaded: "Don't worry, we can find out the right and wrong, who is responsible."

He then turned to the owner Yang Yong, pointed to the lunch box on the small table next to him, and asked, "Take a good look, is there red bean paste on this box?"

Yang Yong didn't even look at it, and blurted out: "Of course. I know the things that go out of my own shop best."

Hu Pingtao was so angry that he laughed.

The appearance of those red dots is very different from the so-called "bean paste", and people with a discerning eye can clearly see what it is.

Zhang Lizhu was right, it was indeed blood.

Hu Pingtao said slowly to Yang Yong: "Think about it clearly, we are only here to mediate the conflict between you. In other words, although you have disputes about this matter, it is just an apology, a gift, you Just give her another fried noodles. What a big deal! Is it so difficult for you to keep your head down?"

Hearing this, Yang Yong's heart couldn't help but move.

In fact, he was just stubborn, and never thought of admitting it from the beginning.

Those red dots in the lunch box were indeed blood.

The business in the store is good, but it is still too busy to hire three workers.In particular, many customers placed orders from Huang Tuantuan, and the takeaway riders came to the store and kept urging, sometimes making Yang Yong flustered, and the people below inevitably made mistakes in their busy schedule.

There is daily preparation in restaurants, especially washing and serving dishes.All kinds of meat and vegetables, cut into pieces and shredded, are exquisite.When the business is good, the kitchen is busy. Yang Yong is good at cooking. Most of the time he handles the spoon by himself.

At that time, there were many customers in the store, and the wound was not serious, so I didn't go to the hospital, and just found a band-aid to deal with it.

Including Zhang Lizhu, a total of six people ordered fried noodles with tomatoes and eggs at that time.Yang Yong wanted to save trouble, so he fried it in a big pot all at once.This is also a typical practice in snack bars, and it saves labor, time and materials.

There were two takeaway riders waiting outside the store early, and kept urging.

Riders are not the same as guests.When the business is good, customers will also rush, asking for the food to be served quickly, but only once or twice at most.Riders don't hurt, they make money delivering orders, and in the words of those damn green goblins at VC firms - time is money.

hurry up!

are you done?

I'm rushing to deliver the order!
Regarding the takeaway rider, Yang Yong really wanted to scold him, but he couldn't open his mouth.After all, in a way, people are also helping themselves to make money.But he was urged too much, and he felt upset when he heard it. Anxiety would lead to panic, and then make mistakes.

As soon as the six servings of tomato and egg fried noodles came out of the pan, two takeaway riders rushed to the window as if they had been pumped out, clamoring to pack their own share first.

There are too many customers to greet them, and the small workers who cut vegetables part-time pack them.

The knife was stabbed in the morning, and the wound was three centimeters long, slanting across the back of the hand.The Band-Aid only covered part of the wound, and the wound barely closed.But when packing, the wound burst open and a lot of blood flowed out, which frightened Xiao Gong. He quickly took a few napkins from the table next to him and wiped them in a hurry, but he didn't notice the blood splashed into the lunch box. Dip on fried noodles.

He screamed as the wound opened, and Yang Yong glanced back.He was busy cooking, and saw Xiaogong wipe his hands with a napkin, but he didn't pay attention.

Unexpectedly, the takeaway that was delivered was brought to the door by someone, denounced and demanded an explanation.

Yang Yong knew very well that this matter was indeed his responsibility.

But the problem is, Zhang Lizhu's doubts cannot be answered!

If there are small bugs such as flies mixed in the fried noodles, there are hairs, leaves and other things, Yang Yong thinks it's nothing.At worst, refund the money and fry another new one for her.After all, this kind of thing is very common, it will happen to everyone who runs a restaurant, and everyone can understand it.

But the problem now is that there is blood in the chow mein lunch box!

What is this ghost?

Nowadays, people have big brains, and when they are too big, they will think about things, especially the indescribable things like "blood"... There have been rumors in the society that people stabbed people with needles in Tego halls and bars Man, there is AIDS patient's blood on the needle, it's really heart-wrenching.

Thinking about this kind of thing, Yang Yong felt overwhelmed.

He knows very well that once he admits it, who knows what direction things will evolve in?
In case Zhang Lizhu is a master who deliberately visits the house to cause trouble, then a mere apology and a box of fried noodles will not be able to solve the problem.She opened her mouth like a lion and asked for tens of thousands of dollars, what should I do?
So I can only insist that the red dots on the lunch box are not blood.

As for the red bean paste... Yang Yong was also forced to do nothing.

There must be an explanation!
soy sauce?The color is too dark, no way.

Oil chili?Coaxing ghosts, idiots know it's not that stuff.

Millet vegetable juice?This barely makes sense, the vegetable juice in question should be purplish red, not the dark red that everyone can see.

(End of this chapter)