What Wang Busheng said makes sense. After all, men have similar physical characteristics. The only difference is that they are bigger or smaller. However, no matter how good their eyes are or how good their memory is, they cannot pass through a certain part of their body. The organs used to identify a person, especially a male, are basically the same. Of course, if you mark your body badly, that's a different story.
One sentence awakened the dreamer, and one sentence also broadened the perspective of these people taking a bath, and came to another vast sky. When everyone heard it and thought about it carefully, it was really like this. This world is a world where faces are judged. Face, who would know whom, "Haha, little brother, you are right. One look at you is handsome and handsome. Yushu Linfeng is a regular visitor here. You have plenty of experience. I guess this is not the first time you have been arrested."
It was obvious that this extra had given more gifts, or perhaps himself, as he had so many lines.
Handsome and graceful, he is very happy when he hears compliments about himself, even Wang Busui, who has outgrown his vulgar taste. It's just that the last sentence of "frequent person" made Wang Busui feel very uncomfortable. After all, he had been wronged.
Soon the scene of one hand covering the upper body and the other covering the lower body changed again. Everyone covered their faces with their hands in a tacit understanding, letting the body shine in the dark night, standing solemnly.
Seeing the huge team, Li Xingzuo was very happy. After all, the efficiency of the Songjiang Mansion Prison was a bit poor these days, and the income was a bit low. But when he saw this group of people, Li Xingzuo smiled. These are all Songjiang Mansion Prisons. The nobles are distinguished guests. Seeing them is like seeing money in vain. Those who can take a bath are naturally rich. Li Zuozuo thinks so. Their money will soon become Li Zizuo himself has a very vivid name for these people - little boys who give money.
Working overtime in the middle of the night is not a tradition in the entire Ming Empire. Basically, you get off work as soon as you get off work. It is such a happy thing to sleep with your wife in your arms. However, there are such a group of people who never care about working overtime. They work hard regardless of wind or rain. That is - reporters, and they will take the initiative to work overtime. After all, news is everywhere, and it does not only happen during the day. In comparison, there is more news at night. Darkness is the peak time for crime, so these reporters I was called over by Li Xingzuo in the middle of the night without a single complaint. I was even happier when I heard that there was a red envelope to be received. Moreover, my report made the headlines and I received a bonus. When I saw the crowd coming over, I didn’t need to say hello. Everyone swarmed in and came to the crowd with pens in hand. Start painting on the spot. Show the ugly faces of these criminal suspects in the most realistic way in front of the people of the Ming Empire. Unlike the reporters in Wang Bushi's previous life, reporters in this era belong to the middle- and low-income groups. They do not have the financial strength to buy mobile phones that can take more pictures. Their image materials rely on their own hands to create paintings.
These reporters were helpless because they all covered their faces. They were helpless. The first rule of conduct for reporters is to be truthful. In the end, they could only draw the hands covering their faces.
Wang BuSi was stunned. What kind of operation was this? The Ming Empire actually had journalists as a profession. He thought journalists were a pioneering profession in modern society. Wang BuSi did not hesitate and covered his face. The professional quality of these journalists was not Wang BuSi. I know it very well, but I don’t know if I can scribble, and I look so good. Who knows if I will become the spokesperson of a medical clinic that treats infertility, and the portrait will be enlarged ten times. The key is that the Ming Empire still has Without the protection of image rights, I would not be paid, so I would be at a disadvantage.
Guan Chajia trotted up to Li Suzuo, cheerfully clasping his hands and saying, "Sir, the mission has been successfully completed."
"Yeah, nothing happened, right?"
"Sir, there is nothing wrong. Why don't you worry about me doing my job?" Officer A promised swornly. "I am also an old man in Songjiang Mansion Prison. I am very experienced in this kind of arrest."
"real"? Looking at Guan Chai A, Li pretended to be suspicious.
"Real" Guan Cha Jia promised again.
"Then your face, don't tell me that you hit the door," Li asked pretentiously.
"Um. Sir, I am suffering." When the sad thing was mentioned, Officer A gave a detailed description of the process of being tortured with tears and snot in his nose. There were many modifiers and adjectives in his words, such as "hungry wolf" Fighting against a tiger is inhumane, two fists are hard to beat with four hands, etc.
"Uh," Li Xingzuo was also very surprised. He didn't expect that he would encounter Jin Yiwei during his anti-pornography campaign today. But he wasn’t afraid. He didn’t have much favorable impressions of Jinyiwei Li Xuanzuo, so he didn’t take it to heart. After looking at Guan Chajia’s miserable appearance, Li Xuanzuo could only comfort him and said, “Young official, you have to express your condolences. I’ll write this down for you when I get home.” Work-related injuries”.
Being recorded as a work-related injury is a rare opportunity in a thousand years. At least it is the first time that I have encountered it after so many years of working in Songjiang Mansion Prison. Officer A was very excited and quickly turned his grief into strength, "Thank you, sir, thank you, from now on." The young one is yours, and the dead one is also the ghost of your family."
"Uh, okay, just think of it as gratitude." Li pretended to be helpless.
Practice makes perfect, the more you do, the more experience you have, and the faster you will go. During the time when Li Dingzuo was chatting with Guan Chajia, the reporter friends had recorded everyone’s portraits, which were lifelike. Is it possible to sketch figures? The fast painting method originated in the Ming Dynasty. Those students who spend several days on a single figure painting should carefully reflect on the fact that they only used the time of a cup of tea and still had many people painting it.
People were also arrested, and there were a lot of them. There were reporters on the scene to record this. Li said happily, "Brothers, thank you for your hard work. Everyone will get a bonus when we get home." There is a brave man. A qualified superior starts from being generous with his wealth. A superior who knows how to reward is a good superior. As if he thought of something, Li Zuozuo looked at the clerk and said, "Remember to let these reporters cut this off." After all, everyone is a public employee, and it is expected to work overtime to serve the people of Songjiang without any compensation. Li Xingzuo will pursue perfection in everything he does and will not leave any trouble for himself.
Naturally, everyone likes the bonus. Although it may be very small, mosquitoes are still meat no matter how small they are.
The officials shouted and thanked Master Li for his generosity.
"Journalists have all finished recording." Li Xingzuo still respects these reporters. After all, the profession of journalists is very sensitive, and they cannot be offended easily. The consequences of anyone who offends them will be very serious, and they may become infamous throughout the ages.
"My lord, they are all professionals and very fast," the clerk replied. As a scholar, the clerk also admired the professional skills of these reporters. Needless to say about the portraits, just look at the words. , based on the descriptions of this group of reporters, the literary officials felt that these criminal suspects would not be able to atone for their crimes even if they died thousands of times. They were a group of people who were so bad to the core that they really deserved to go to hell.
"Well, the official will take the people back and lock them up first. They will provide them with good food and drink tonight, and tomorrow they will notify their families to redeem them with money." Li Xingzuo gave instructions.
Officer A took the order and escorted the group of people into the car. It was a bit crowded, but he did not pay attention to human rights when treating this group of people. He kept stuffing them in. Unfortunately, Wang Busheng was stuffed in, and his mouth was even more unfortunate. It pressed against someone's belly. Wang Bushit wanted to cry. This was my first kiss. Well, that's right, it was the first kiss on a male body.
After the criminal suspect was taken away, the scene became much quieter. Reporters gathered around Li Sushou, waiting for the leader's next instructions. Of course, one of the reasons was that the red envelope had not yet been received.
"Well, dear journalist friends, give me an exclusive interview first." After all, he is the main planner of this crackdown on pornography. The person who has made the greatest contribution will naturally appear on the TV screen. "Let's take a portrait first. Remember to retouch the picture. Make your body ten centimeters taller, make your face bigger and paler, and keep your belly like this." The Chinese-character face was the standard look for officials in the Ming Empire. To be honest, the melon-seed face was the most popular in the officialdom. Can't eat it. He has gained weight in middle age, and I heard that the current Holy Emperor is also very fat.
Li Suzhou continued, "You must also write the following words in larger and thicker fonts. In order to purify the social atmosphere of Songjiang Prefecture and give the people of Songjiang a clean and tidy world without filth and filth, for the sake of the emperor, the court and the people." , establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the people, and carry forward the unique knowledge of the past saints. I, Li Zuozuo, is the prison director of Songjiang Prefecture. After dozens of days of open and secret investigations, forgetting sleep and food, extracting evidence, and formulating careful arrangements, I finally destroyed the morals of a group of black sheep. Catch all the people in one swoop, although I have a little merit, but as an official, we all serve the people, serve the court, the saints, and the people. It has always been my dream, my lifelong pursuit, and it is our unshirkable responsibility. Since then, I have been strict with myself, not to take a single step from the common people, to be strict with myself, and to fight resolutely against criminals. The cicada will not dry up until it dies, and the wax torch will turn to ashes before the tears dry. For the sake of the whole world, I, Li Zizuo, am willing to shed my tears. The last bit of blood will be exhausted and then die."
If there is a gust of wind blowing by at this time, not too big or too small, it can just blow up the hem of Li's pretentious clothes, and the effect should be better.
"Bah bang bang" There should be applause at this moment, but the scene was so embarrassing that the applause did not appear.
It is obvious that these reporters have not received professional training in flattery skills, and they do not even have the least applause after the leader speaks.
Li Jingzuo was very disappointed. The speech he had racked his brains to come up with didn't resonate. Is it because these people's consciousness was too low, or because his personality had been sublimated to a level beyond the reach of these ordinary people, and he couldn't understand basic human words.
"Your Majesty, what you said is very good." Fortunately, there are still civil servants here. After all, they can be considered to be involved in the officialdom. They are somewhat knowledgeable. They give thumbs up, look extremely adoring, and have bright eyes. "I can't help but praise you even though I'm in a humble position."
Li pretended to twitch the corners of his mouth.
Wang Busheng is sad and the most unfortunate. If you break the law, you will be severely punished. However, Wang Busheng not only did not break the law, but also helped others and did good deeds. He contributed both money and effort. How could he have wanted to join these gangs of criminals? The people in Ke became the same as the others, and Wang Bushit felt that he was insulted, especially because the people in the car had not taken a shower for several months. The smell was absolutely as sour as that of Laotan pickled cabbage. After entering the bathhouse, he did not take a shower. It can be seen that These people never do things half-heartedly, and they just take a bath when they say they want to.
The night is very dark, the road is very quiet, and there are no pedestrians. In this era, there are not so many entertainment activities that ordinary people can afford. Those with wives go home to play with their wives, and those without wives go home to play with themselves.
The journey was not far, and we were still riding in a car. We soon arrived at the Songjiang Prefecture Prison. Officials and criminals were like cats and mice. It was difficult to live in harmony. Each criminal was driven away like an animal. , got out of the car, although the official's attitude was not very good, Wang Busheng's breathing became smoother, the air was so good, and it still had that familiar feeling and familiar smell.
Suddenly, Wang Bushi saw the words on the wall of the prison. There were no names in front of them. It was probably to keep a low profile. People with high profile usually died miserably.
Could it be that my daughter-in-law is here, and it’s almost time to count the days. I have been so busy during this period that I have forgotten about this matter. Wang Busui began to look around.
Finally, with his good eyesight and five-point-three eyes, Wang Busui discovered Leng Bingbing, who existed like a bright pearl in the dark night. He was standing on the roof not far away, still as cold as ever.
A gust of wind blew by, and his clothes were fluttering, making him look like a hero.
Wang Bu couldn't help but sigh, "A master is lonely."
