After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

Feng Yin continued to work. She took the machine and scanned it casually. She didn't seem to be working very hard, but every time she stopped, there would always be something she found.

[I know, criminal psychology, micro-expression analysis. 】

[Yes, yes, yes, Professor Zhang came to speak for Feng Yin yesterday. 】

[Nice, this is no better than a machine. 】

Netizens found the reason themselves and watched Feng Yin continue working.

"You can't take this on the train!"

"Why not? These are the guys I eat for. How can I make money if I don't use these!"

A man who looked like a migrant worker was arguing with the security personnel, refusing to let go of the cloth bag in his hand.

Feng Yin turned around and looked at the noisy place.

"No, these are all controlled items. I can't let you take them on the train. I also have to consider the safety of other passengers."

"What are you thinking about! I can't do anything but use them to make money. Why are you making things difficult for me?"

The man made a big fuss and escalated his personal conflict into a social conflict.

He loudly accused the staff of looking down on them as migrant workers and insisting on making things difficult for them.

Many onlookers were really moved with sympathy and helped to talk to each other.

"It's not easy, let him take it."

"That's right, when people go out to work, it's all about the people who eat."

"Why are you embarrassing others?"

The staff also felt aggrieved and even got a little angry.

He worked according to the regulations, but why did he make mistakes? Things were about to get serious, Feng Yin handed the scanning machine in her hand to another worker, and she walked towards several people.

"Shut up, all the spectators, and don't you check to see if your train is running? If the staff made things difficult for him today, it's his fault, but he was just doing things according to standards. Why did he do something wrong?"

Feng Yin stood in the middle, with the migrant workers on the left who refused to let go, and the angry staff on the right.

"Brother, this is indeed a tool you use to make a living, but state-owned laws and families have family rules. Some things cannot be done because of collective interests. If everyone at the same train station with you is willing Sign a joint legal responsibility agreement and it’s okay to bring these things with you.”

Feng Yin looked around and asked, "Which of you is willing to be the leader? Let's get started."

A question of dividing the responsibility for illegal items equally among all.

At this time, no one is willing to help the migrant worker brother speak.

Who is willing to take responsibility that does not belong to him? What if someone takes it away and causes harm to others?

Feng Yin sneered, as expected.

She looked at the migrant worker brother again.

"Controlled items are not allowed on trains. Don't tell me you don't do anything. There are no absolutes in anything, and these things can be sent by mail."

"Why don't you spend money? I haven't made any money yet, I have no money."

The other party acted like a rogue and shouted that I had no money. Feng Yin said unaccustomedly: "Whether you have money or not is your business and is not within the scope of our control."

"There are a lot of people without money in this world, but it's rare for someone to be so arrogant without money."

"Finally, these are your co-workers over there. Why don't they bring tools? I guess you know you are not allowed to bring them, but you still want to try."

The man's expression changed. He really thought so. Other workers were mailing things away at the post office, and he didn't want to spend money.

The man was stopped and there was no one around to help him.

In the end, the man cursed and mailed it away, spending more money than the post office.