Siheyuan: Start with a Truck Driver

Chapter 37 Raid Pigeon Market
After Wang Weidong entered the five-star 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 policeman.

"I can't help it. Whoever made your courtyard house have too many trivial matters is the focus of the police station's attention." Director Han curled his lips, as if he was a little disdainful.

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

Director Han was suspected of being held up by the seat, so he changed his posture and folded up his big cotton coat.

"That guy named He Yuzhu would fight if he didn't agree with each other. If it wasn't for the sake of the deaf old lady, he would have been locked up in the fence."

Director Han may feel that the atmosphere is a bit dull, and besides the little brother who is the master and lives in a courtyard, he deliberately made a point:

"There's also Jia Geng, who sneaks around all day long. If it wasn't for his young age, the things he stole wouldn't be worth much, so we would have dealt with them long ago."

"Qin Huairu, it seems that there is a problem with her style of work, and she is unclear with many people, but there is no evidence."

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

"Xu Damao, he took advantage of the villagers, but no one reported it."

"There are still a few elders in charge, who are not stable. When something happens in the courtyard, they don't go to the police station to solve it. Instead, they hold a meeting in the courtyard and engage in feudal patriarchs."

Hearing Han Suo's mention of the steward, Wang Weidong's heart moved, and he asked, "Han Suo, what happened to those three masters? They were elected by the masses, or appointed by themselves?"

In the eyes of the residents of the courtyard house, the management of the compound by the three stewards seems to be a matter of course, but Wang Weidong finds it a little strange.

"Actually, that's a problem left over from history." Director Han explained with a yawn:
"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 there were mixed people in the courtyard. In order to prevent enemy agents from mixing in, the local government let three uncles manage the courtyard, a bit like the ancient Jiazhang."

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

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

"You live in the compound, don't mix with them, find a chance to move out." Director Han thought for a while, and then kindly explained.

This Wang Weidong, since he came to the courtyard, has closed the door all day to live his own life, and he is a rare honest person.

Don't be spoiled by those people in the courtyard.

Wang Weidong nodded with a smirk. Sooner or later he will move out of the courtyard, but not now.

The two chatted a few more words, Director Han invited Wang Weidong to sit in his office when he had time.

Wang Weidong naturally agreed.

With the help of director Han, there is a little more chance of winning against the beasts.

Soon, in the darkness in the distance, there were faintly scattered lights.

Wang Weidong knew that it was the pigeon market, and he was afraid of disturbing the people in the pigeon market.

He didn't wait for Director Han to remind him, so he took the initiative to park the truck on the side of the road.

"It seems that we came early, and the people from the brother unit haven't come yet." Director Han got out of the car and walked around, then walked up again with his neck shrunk from the cold.

Could it be early? It's only three o'clock in the morning.

Wang Weidong looked at his watch and pouted.

It was fine for him to sit in the driver's cab, but he was afraid that Li Aiguo and Comrade Gongan in the truck would freeze to death.

Wang Weidong gently pushed the car door, without opening the trunk, and let Li Aiguo and the others jump out of the trunk, and move their bodies on the side road.

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

After a full hour, there was a sound of friction between bicycle wheels and the ground in the distance.

Rolling the window of the car and looking out, in the darkness, more than a dozen comrades from the police came here on bicycles.

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

A group of bicycles came here.

The one in the lead was a tall man with a height of 1.9 meters. He looked at the truck angrily: "Old Han, your police station has been modernized ahead of time."

"Nonsense, this is a truck from the Red Star Rolling Mill. You know we are a joint construction unit." Han explained.

The two were chatting when a jeep came in the distance, followed by three dark green trucks.

The truck was full of soldiers in khaki uniforms with rifles on their backs.

The main force is here.

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

The jeep opened the door, but the occupants did not get out of the car.

Sitting in the driver's cab, Wang Weidong couldn't see what he looked like, he could only vaguely see that it was an old man with gray hair.

Judging from the attitudes of Da Gao and Han Suo, it should be their big leader.

The three communicated for less than 2 minutes before Han Suo ran back and gathered his subordinates together.

Lower your voice: "There are three exits in Pigeon Market. After a while, comrades in the army will be responsible for blocking the exits. Our task is to rush into Pigeon Market and identify criminals. Do you understand?"

"Understood!" Everyone nodded.

"Okay, you are all old people, so I don't need to explain the rules. You can't use a gun unless it is absolutely necessary."

With that said, Han Suo took out another bundle of red cuffs from his satchel and distributed them to the police officers.

"Everyone wears red armbands."

Li Aiguo also took the red cuff and solemnly pinned it on his arm.

Seeing that everyone was wearing red armbands, Wang Weidong looked at his bare arms and asked doubtfully, "Han Suo, where are mine?"

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

Yes, I am just a driver, as long as I send a group of people here, and then pull a group of people back, the task is considered complete.

Wang Weidong touched the pistol on his waist.

On the other side, the big and tall team had already assembled, and they went to the pigeon market quietly.

Han Suo saw that the other side started to move, and finally gave a few more instructions, and then led the crowd and started to move.

When the jeeps and trucks were approaching the pigeon market, they turned on their bright lights, and with a "boom", they shot towards the pigeon market like an arrow.

The roar of the truck engine broke the silence, the bright lights dispelled the darkness, and the dots of flashlights in the distance suddenly became busy, ready to disperse.

There was a commotion in the pigeon market:
"The street patrol is here, everyone shout!"

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

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

The people in the pigeon market were trapped inside like a group of ducks.

Han Suo took out a microphone made of rolled iron and put it to his lips: "Listen, the people inside are now squatting on both sides of the road with their heads in their hands."

"They're here to catch us, don't listen to him!" someone in the crowd shouted.

"That's right, everyone rushed out together, they didn't dare to shoot!"

"People's soldiers, love the people!"

The old man in the jeep waved.

The soldiers took off the rifles on their shoulders, "snapped" the bolts, and aimed the black muzzles at the crowd.

The people in the Pigeon Market were suddenly silent, and crouched on both sides of the road with their heads in their arms.

"Now it's our turn!" Director Han led the comrades of the police and entered the pigeon market with a flashlight.

During the whole process, the cooperation of the comrades in the public security was very skillful, and no accidents occurred, which seemed extremely relaxed.

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

The imaginary scene of fighting did not appear, and those messy 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 to play!"

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

He drove the truck slowly towards Geshi, and stopped beside Director Han.

At this time, Li Aiguo had already brought out a young man in a black padded jacket and a felt hat.

"I found a plum watch from this kid, probably stolen." 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 windfall.

He put the watch into his satchel, pointed to the chassis: "little thief, climb up."

(End of this chapter)