Hearing this, Hu Pingtao couldn't help but laugh: "Why does it feel like our police station has turned into a real estate marketing center? The three of us are all sales ladies... Oh, no, we should be Mr. Sales."

Tan Tao had just finished listening to the first half of his words, and he was laughing so much that he covered his stomach with his hands. After finally recovering, he laughed a little and pointed at Hu Pingtao: "Director, I found that you have a talent for acting in sketches.

It would be a pity not to eat this bowl of rice."

Hu Pingtao waited patiently until Tan Tao and Wang Haokun had laughed enough, and then he said seriously: "This matter in Guankou Village must be resolved as soon as possible. Let's go! Go for a walk over there and see what the situation is. I have to take a good look.

Just understand it."

…

Several years later, Guankou Village is no longer what Hu Pingtao remembered.

From the map, the entire village is roughly a trapezoid. The front camp and middle camp at the upper end have been renovated, and they are separated from the main camp and back camp at the lower end by spacious roads. Although the area that has been renovated only occupies the village

One-third of the whole is like a perfectly transformed ugly duckling, neat and elegant, with walls separating the messy areas and becoming an independent high-end community.

Before the electric car drove into the camp, Hu Pingtao saw from a distance several dilapidated old houses that had been half demolished and then stopped working.

Wang Haokun drove the electric car to a slightly spacious spot at the entrance of the village, stopped it, and turned off the engine.

"Why don't you go in?" Looking at Wang Haokun who left the driver's seat and was about to get out of the car, Hu Pingtao asked puzzledly: "I remember there is still a long way ahead!"

"Director, you are an old man." Wang Haokun explained: "That direction was originally a warehouse in the village, but now it is lent to villagers who have no place to live after their houses were demolished. And the road in front was turned into a market last year.

, the car can’t get in at all.”

"Market?" Hu Pingtao frowned: "What market?"

"Second goods market and vegetable market." Tan Tao got off the other end of the electric car, looked at the road blocked by old buildings in the distance, and sighed: "To the east is the fruit and vegetable wholesale market. Many vegetable vendors want to save trouble and sell their batches.

The vegetables that come here are brought here to be divided. That's a traffic control area over there.

, the road to the west is a one-way road, and trucks coming from outside the city must go around the front to get in. There is an entry fee for the fruit and vegetable market, so the vegetable seller made an appointment with the driver in advance to unload the goods here, and then a few people

By dividing the goods, there is no need to pay, and the driver saves trouble."

"This kind of practice used to happen only occasionally, because no one was in charge of Daying and Houying, and the number of visits increased, it gradually turned into a spontaneous vegetable market."

Hu Pingtao asked: "Didn't you just say that there are still used goods?"

"This is how the flea market started." Tan Tao continued: "In the past, the flea market in our provincial capital was located near Sujiaying. Later, it was demolished and renovated, and the flea market was moved outside the city, which is now the third ring road.

That location. It’s too far over there. Although there are open spaces and stalls, and the bus company has opened a special route, it has never been popular... Think about it, most of the people selling old goods

They are people who have no money, and those who buy second-hand goods are also poor people. Who among the really rich people would buy things used by others? Besides, second-hand goods are not worth a lot of money, and after all, they are just a few dollars of business. Retired people

The elderly can ride for free with a love card, while those without a card will cost at least four yuan to take the bus back and forth. Not only does it take time to come and go, but you may not be able to find the items you like...why bother?"

Hu Pingtao nodded slightly: "So, both the vegetable market and the flea market here are illegal?"

Tan Tao nodded: "I know you want to ask why no one takes care of it. In fact, we have also reported it to the district, and surrounding residents have also complained, but nothing has been done every time."

"Why?" Hu Pingtao felt very strange.

"Because this is the territory of Guankou Village." Wang Haokun came over and explained: "This man is firstly afraid of poverty, and secondly, he is afraid of being unruly. Seeing that the people in the front camp and the middle camp are having a better life, the villagers in the day camp and the back camp are coming more and more.

The more impetuous I became. In addition, the house I lived in was demolished, and the developer ran away again. Seeing that there was no hope for the future, it happened that the vegetable vendors and second-hand sellers took a fancy to this place, so they simply collected the stall fees and let them do business.

, it’s also fun to make some spare money.”

Hu Pingtao suddenly realized: "So that's it."

Tan Tao said seriously: "So this matter cannot be managed. The comprehensive law enforcement team of the subdistrict office has come several times, as well as the district urban management bureau. Every time they come to enforce the law, they are blocked by the villagers. Their reasons are very good -

——If you want to clean up the market, you can solve my housing and demolition problems first. When the resettlement houses are built and the demolition compensation is paid, the temporary market will be cleaned up."

Hu Pingtao shook his head and smiled: "Haha, what happened... What is the opinion of the district?"

"The attitude of the district leaders is very tough. They must clear out the second-hand goods and vegetable markets." Tan Tao lowered his voice: "The idea is correct, but in fact there is no possibility of operation. Just last year, when New Year's Day was approaching, the district leader

The leader convened multiple departments to jointly enforce the law and planned to forcibly shut down the market. A large group of people were blocked as soon as they arrived at the intersection and could not enter at all."

Hu Pingtao suddenly became interested: "How about joint law enforcement? Darling, these villagers are quite powerful!"

Wang Haokun came over and said, "That's the old way. Dozens of old men and women were sitting at the entrance of the village with stools, blocking the road tightly. Anyone who dared to reach out and pull them would lie down on the ground together.

Holding his heart and shouting that it hurts, he kept saying that he was sick... Tell me, with this formation, who dares to move?"

Hu Pingtao smiled and said: "Aren't the district leaders very tough?"

Tan Tao spat on the ground: "Toughness is useless. It's a temper that comes from sitting in an office all day long. She is a newly promoted woman who is not grounded in what she does. She doesn't think about it and doesn't solve practical problems for the people.

Question, why do people want it?

You? Let’s talk about this house! It’s a festive day, the weather is cold, and the house has been demolished. The whole family huddles in the village warehouse for the winter, but you are vigorously engaging in joint law enforcement. They don’t have guns to gun, and sticks to sticks.

If you fight on the spot, it's already pretty good."

Hu Pingtao nodded repeatedly after hearing this: "It seems that the key to solving the problem is to complete the demolition and reconstruction."

As he said that, he waved: "Go in first! Let's talk as we walk."

…

Walking along the "L" shaped street, the scene in front of you is very different from what you see outside.

In the distance, there are more dilapidated old buildings that have been stopped halfway through demolition. Along the periphery of the warehouse in Guankou Village, there are about thirty buildings by visual inspection.

The houses in the village are all built on homesteads, especially in urban villages. There is no planning at all, and lighting and separation from each other are never considered. If there are not relevant regulations stuck there, sufficient fire escapes must be set aside, and even

The narrow alleyway between the houses will not remain.

The developer ran away, leaving behind a large, messy field of rubble.

Metal objects such as steel bars have long been taken away. Scrap iron can be sold for money. Professional iron finders will never miss such a place. As long as they negotiate with the owner of the house, they will enter with various equipment. Among them, the most

The most conspicuous thing is the homemade metal detector.

This thing isn't some high-end equipment, it's just a buzzer. As long as there are metal objects or steel bars under the rubble, it will make a sound... Find the right spot and dig down, you're right.

The scrap iron has been dug up long ago, and the broken bricks and rocks everywhere will be dealt with.

In such a place where even standing there is uncomfortable for your feet, there are as many as a thousand stalls.

On the left is the vegetable market: radish, cabbage, pea tips, green bamboo shoots, lotus roots, cucumbers, tomatoes, green and white bitter vegetables... Near the slightly flat area in the middle, wooden boards placed horizontally on the shelves support a meat stall, and there are people next to it.

They sell tofu and various pickles in the basin. When the wind blows, dust is everywhere. Even though the surface is covered with gauze, there are still many flies circling around, making a disgusting "buzzing" sound.

On the right is the flea market: clothes and shoes that are not old yet; all kinds of furniture that have been used but are reluctant to throw away; old TV sets, radios, refrigerators... and even cassette tapes that can be called antiques.

Some people sell planted potted flowers, while others sell flower pots stacked one on top of another.

I don’t know where I got the bathroom toilet seat from, but there was a conspicuous layer of yellow dirt on the surface.

There was someone selling fruit on a wooden trolley nearby. There were bayberries and apples piled together, as well as watermelon and cantaloupe peeled and cut into small pieces. They were served in small plastic bowls and covered with plastic wrap. They cost five yuan a serving.

An old woman was pushing a tricycle parked on the side of the road. The tricycle was renovated, with a steel mesh more than two meters high erected on it. It specialized in selling various items for women: the big red bra was not a bad style, but it was just hung outside.

Due to exposure to wind and sun, some fading has occurred, and there are some threads hanging on the edges. The butt-covering stockings are of poor quality at first glance.

It's a bargain, the kind that will break after just one wear. One of the cherry blossoms on the cartoon hairpin is missing. The surface of the stacked women's underwear is covered with dust. There are also several packs of sanitary napkins piled next to the outer packaging.

The female model on the photo is very unfamiliar. Although she is somewhat pretty, she always reminds me of Sister Feng inexplicably.

The most creative one is an old man, shirtless, selling steamed buns. He uses a simple steel support frame as the basis, and stretches old sheets on the surface to make a tent of about three square meters with both ends open. There is a bench underneath and a bench on top.

There is a five-story steamer... His house is next to it, and they sell it here. The family keeps sending steamed buns and buns over. It is really a shop in the front and a factory in the back. The things sold are not expensive, but the hygiene is really disappointing.

Worrying.

The appearance of three uniformed policemen here was really intimidating. People around them avoided it one after another, and even those who originally walked in a straight line walked around.

Hu Pingtao even heard an old man passing by mutter: "The big wolf dog is here again..."

Big wolfdog?

Looking around, Hu Pingtao could only smile bitterly.

"This place is too big." He approached Tan Tao, who was walking beside him, and said in a low voice: "I thought it was just a small-scale market with a few hundred people, but I didn't expect it to be so big. Look at this formation.

Get up, the stalls alone cost thousands."

A strong wind blew in front of him. Tan Tao held his hat with his hand, turned sideways to avoid the wind and sand, and covered his cheek with his hand: "Guankou Village is in a good location, with residential areas in front, back and left. There is an underground market in the south, which many people find inconvenient.

, plus there is a market management fee charged there, so the vegetable prices are expensive. Each stall here only charges three yuan a day, so the food is sold cheaply, so more people come."

Hu Pingtao kept rubbing his hands and looked at the bustling crowd in front of him with a solemn expression: "It will be difficult to control. This kind of disorderly market is prone to trouble, especially theft and robbery cases."

Wang Haokun came over and said: "This is nothing. If it is a robbery, we can handle it no matter what. After all, there are legal provisions there and they should be implemented according to the rules. If there is a verbal dispute, it is really a matter of public opinion and justice."

"My mother-in-law said she was right, but it's hard to tell clearly."

Hu Pingtao was about to open his mouth to answer when he suddenly saw the crowd in front becoming crowded and bursts of noise coming from deep within the crowd.

Tan Tao sighed as he looked at it: "We must have quarreled again."

Hu Pingtao raised his hand and patted his shoulder lightly, with a bright smile on his face: "Don't be like this... let's go over and have a look."

…

The dispute was simple - an old man rode a garbage-collecting tricycle passing by the market. The modified baffle on the right side of the carriage was not closed, and a thin wooden bar protruded from it, which tore through a man squatting with his butt stuck out.

Clothes of middle-aged women selling vegetables on the roadside.
To be continued...