Jinhuaijiang cigarettes are a relatively popular high-end cigarette in Jinjiang society. They cost 20 yuan per box, and one is 200 yuan. Liu Kunlun’s monthly salary is 600 yuan, and he can’t afford to consume good cigarettes of this level. These two Jinhuaijiang were given to him by someone else, and they happened to borrow flowers to offer Buddha. Since Teacher Hao didn’t want it, he found a newspaper and wrapped the two cigarettes, turned around and went to the security department, put the cigarette on the desk of Section Xiong, and left without saying anything.

Section Chief Xiong pulled open the newspaper and looked at it, and was amused: "Who said that Xiao Liu Shao had calcium deficiency? I think the young man is quite good at it and has a future." After saying that, he put the cigarettes into his cabinet, where famous cigarettes and wines piled up like mountains.

Outside the East Gate guardhouse, Liu Kunlun stood on a chair and knocked nails on the wall. He stood under the hindsome with a banner in his arms. There was a circle of people around him watching the fun. He said that the public security red flag had been around for a while and had never seen it in the big market. At least three or four years, the big market is the most serious place for thieves in the entire station area. It is a pair of brothers and brothers in distress with the railway station. However, the railway station is under the jurisdiction of the railway public security and cannot share the pressure for the big market. Therefore, the big market is the "one-selling" of the railway station square police station. The 30-year-old people in the security department are like decorations. They cannot prevent a group of thieves. It is better than Liu Kunlun alone and a knife.

The flowing red flag was hanging on the east gate wall and fluttered in the wind. Liu Kunlun jumped down, squinted his eyes and looked at his achievements, nodded to express satisfaction. There was a burst of applause beside him, and someone cheered: "Brother Kunlun, can you drink it at noon?"

"I'll treat you!" Liu Kunlun replied enthusiastically.

No one is willing to let Liu Kunlun treat him. His monthly salary is 600 yuan, and there is no bonus or overtime pay. How can he compare to the merchants who make money these days? These old self-employed people who have been selling jeans in green-skin hard seats since the 1980s have now become bigger. Jinqiao Market is a distribution center that operates both wholesale and retail. Their customers are not the girls who come to wander on weekends, but the wholesale merchants from all towns and eight counties. Every night, trucks from Yiwu, the south unload goods in the cargo yard behind the big market. Large bags of hardware and plastic products flow into various warehouses. The next day, with the footsteps of the small vendors, they walk into thousands of households and every corner of the countryside, bringing rich returns and bright red banknotes. Everyone is rich, how can Liu Kunlun be a boy under the age of twenty treat you?

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The red flag of self-improvement was hung outside the East Gate guardhouse. Liu Kunlun's prestige was a little higher. He was not a fool who was unsure of his mind. Of course, he could be divided. Hao Jinsong, the instructor of the Station Square Police Station, was a good person. He knew that Brother Kang was an upright policeman. Liu Kunlun would go to Teacher Hao to sit there if he had anything to do. After a while, he was also selected by the police station as an activist in the jurisdiction. The police and the people jointly built a model. With the support of these police stations, Liu Kunlun was not just a security officer, but was unknowingly promoted to the ruling of the East Gate.

In a place with huge traffic in the market, there are countless idle and trivial matters every day. Merchants are short of weight, low quality and high price. Customers have disputes on the spot, and later find the account afterwards. There are also various open and secret struggles between merchants, even if there are crowds, who touches his butt and who step on his shoes can fight when they encounter an angry person. This requires Liu Kunlun to come forward to solve the problem. His way of filing the case is similar to the legendary dog ​​meat general Zhang Zongchang. He is quick and tactful, and solves it on the spot. If he doesn't agree, he really dares to disobey. Not only the merchants are convinced, but even foreign merchants who often come to the market to criticize him know the existence of a fierce man like Liu Kunlun.

After the summer began, people's clothes became much thinner, and all the disciples appeared immediately. The big market was full of shoulders, which was the second best place to play hooligans after the bus. On that day, Liu Kunlun was reading a book at the guard booth in a grass-green short-sleeved police shirt. Suddenly, two girls came to report the case, and said that there was a pervert!

Liu Kunlun closed the book and took off the rubber stick on the wall: "Where is the pervert?"

"Just in the market, he is a very vulgar uncle, he is..." The girl with a double ponytail blushed face and couldn't speak. She was wearing a goose yellow skirt with a faint white sticky butt. The other girl was calm and carefully described the characteristics of a pervert, half-bald, wearing a moon-white shirt and silver trousers, holding a folding fan, followed them all the time, and after being seen, she pretended to be nothing and left.

Liu Kunlun immediately made a judgment that this old thief must be a habitual offender and would not leave easily. He asked the two girls to follow him and search everywhere in the big market, and went wherever there were many people. After searching for twenty minutes, he found an old pervert in front of a stall selling small jewelry. The old guy pretended to be in front of the stall pretending to watch the goods, but his pants were actually zippered.

"Is it him?" Liu Kunlun asked, and after receiving a positive answer, he stepped forward and grabbed the old man's back collar. He tripped under his feet. The old man fell to the ground with his slightest slightest silence. The ugly guy was stunned and screamed in surprise. Then he screamed. Liu Kunlun didn't say anything, and beat the rubber stick around. He didn't hesitate to such a scum. He was worried about the beaten man. The old man rolled around on the ground, screaming like a pig: "I won't dare next time!"

"I want to have a next time?" Liu Kunlun was furious and beat him even harder. The two girls were happy to see him and slapped them red. There were more and more onlookers. Some people advised not to kill him. It was not worth it. Liu Kunlun stopped and grabbed the old man's neck and escorted him to the East Gate guardhouse.

The old man handed over everything he had on his body, a bunch of keys and a dozen yuan of change at the booth. He asked him what his name was and where he worked, and refused to explain it.

The horse hindstorm walked over slowly with a big tea jar, saying that this was not Principal Wang, why did he make the fight like this? It was a disgrace to be gentle. Liu Kunlun was surprised and said, "Is this immortal still a principal?"

"Yes, I used to be the principal of the primary school, but later I was arrested for labor reform for many years. After coming out, I was not honest and sent to the police station. Even the police could not control him. Such an old man was detained for a few days at most, and he would still commit crimes after coming out."

Liu Kunlun said viciously: "Okay, I'll send it to the police station without any trouble and enforce the law directly at the east gate."

What he said was that the law enforcement was quite simple and rough, and he tied the old pervert on the cement telephone pole behind the booth, pulled off his pants, revealing his shriveled butt.

"Don't you like to show off? I'll let you show off enough." Liu Kunlun was holding an artificial leather armed belt in his hand. He didn't have a whistle. He used this instead. He swung it and whipped it on the old man's butt with a whistle. His skin immediately raised a red and swollen, followed by another whip whip in its original place, and the redness and swelling turned into purple.

There was a congestion in the east gate, and there were too many people watching the fun. Everyone was very supportive of this action of severely punishing the old pervert. With the whip, the cheers were surging like a tide.

"He's so handsome." The girl with two ponytails said to her companion.

Liu Kunlun didn't hear the fancy girl's comments on him. He tightened his expression and slapped the armed straps, hitting the old pervert on the buttocks, experiencing the authority and power of the law enforcement officers.

The deputy general manager of Jinqiao Market, 6, just drove his Santana 2ooo by the east gate. When he saw that there were crowds of people here, he parked the car on the side of the road and took out the Motorola 998 mobile phone from his waist leather case. This is the most fashionable pocket mobile phone nowadays and a symbol of wealth and power. 6, just dialed the security department, hesitated for a moment and did not dial. He closed the flip cover and walked over in person. He was about to see Liu Kunlun picking up people with a belt.

6 Gang is a cultural person and knows that whipping is a torture. Only Singapore and some religious countries are still executing such punishments. When he went on a business trip in Singapore last time, his tour guide warned him that he must not spit or smoke everywhere, otherwise the fine will be severe and he will have to eat whips. Xiao Liu from Dongmen actually knows this allusion, which is interesting.

But too much whip can kill people. 6 just stepped forward to stop the lynching of the security officer. After asking the whole story, he said that he should not call the police, find a flat car, and hire two people to send the old pervert to home.

The hindsight untied the old pervert's tie rope, and the person had already inhaled and was not venting. He was so scared that his face turned pale. Xiao Liu was killing people alive.

6 The smart man of Gangdu said calmly: "Look, let's knock the person unconscious, hurry up and go to the hospital."

Liu Kunlun and the horse hindshot set up an old pervert. As soon as he drove his car over, he stuffed people in and pulled them to the hospital of the Materials Bureau, he found that the old pervert was pretending to be dead. His butt was just being fucked, and it was still early for him to burp.

6 Just now he pulled out five hundred yuan from his bag and said, "Take it to the doctor, don't let me see you in the future, otherwise I will get it once and every time I see you."

The old pervert wanted to blackmail, but when he saw that his leader was so tough, he stopped. He was already in trouble and took other people's money, so he couldn't say anything, so he could only admit defeat. He lost his public office ten years ago and sentenced to labor reform, and he didn't care at all when he entered the police station, but he was afraid of being beaten. After this, he didn't dare to go to the Jinqiao Market again.

After dealing with the old pervert, 6 just brought the two of them out and took out the Chinese cigarette to ask Liu Kunlun and the hindshot to ignite the two of them. The 6th deputy general manager has never been arrogant, and Liu Kunlun is not disgusted with him. After this incident, it seems that his relationship is one step closer.

"I can only beat this old hooligan!" Yun Tian, ​​the hindsight, "I will carry it if something happens."

6Jing smiled faintly and praised a few words, driving to send the two of them back, and said 6Jing, you have to leave in advance, we took two steps and went back. 6Jing said, don't be polite, my brother, got there with one kick in the accelerator, and couldn't persuade him, so he had to get on Santana again.

Liu Kunlun sat in the passenger seat, watching the 6's skillful gear shifting, and couldn't help but miss the Audi A8 he had driven. Just from the corner of his eyes, he caught Liu Kunlun's longing eyes and smiled and said, "Xiao Liu, if you have time, you will learn to drive, it will be useful in the future."

"Oh." Liu Kunlun responded without comment.

Back outside the east gate, the two got out of the car. Just as 6 was about to leave, they suddenly saw the bare white wall. They felt that they were short of something, so they called the Propaganda Department. They answered. 6 just said that our Security Department had received the mobile red flag. Why don’t the Propaganda Department cooperate with the Propaganda Department and write something to the wall to help you liven up? 6 just said that you should not tell me about this matter, I can’t be a family, you have to ask Secretary Wang for instructions, so 6 just called Secretary Wang again, and Secretary Wang said that you wouldn’t have to coordinate with the Propaganda Department for such a small matter.

This matter was decided, and it was announced that Kobe was not allowed to defend the department. *There were no ones under him and he had to work in person. He found a few buckets of acrylic paint, a few brushes, and a few oil brushes from the warehouse. He arranged a few people to support the scaffolding and planned to draw a model picture of the police and civilian cooperation on the white wall at the east gate. Deputy Section Chief Liu was born in art, and it was not only that he wrote good art, but also a set of oil paintings and watercolors. Before the spray painting appeared, movie posters were hand-painted. When he was young, he helped the cinema draw posters, Shaolin Temple, handcuffed passengers, Lushan Love, etc., and could paint.

This painting on the wall is about to draw three people. The one in the center must be the police officers of our police station. The straight olive green police uniform is wearing a 95-style police rank, three-bar three-star, handsome, thick eyebrows and big eyes. On the left is a large market security officer wearing a police uniform. On the top is green and the blue old-fashioned epaulette collar, on the right is a public security activist wearing a suit and a red armband. On the background is a large market with flowers. In the distance, there are tall buildings and factory chimneys, takeoff planes and rising Long March 2 rockets. On the top is a row of red art words: Find people's police if you have difficulties.

I put the scaffolding on, brought a lot of acrylic paint and brushes over, and also changed into a labor cloth coat and was about to splash ink. Suddenly, the phone came. My wife said that the child was going to hold a parent-teacher meeting and she had no time to go. *Hurry down the guy and went to the East Gate guardhouse to find someone, saying, Xiao Liu, I'm a little left in advance, please help me put these paint jars in the house to keep them.

Liu Kunlun said no problem, you can go there.
Chapter completed!