Zhang Zian was speechless as he looked at the group of people from the photography club. They were like headless flies in the crowd, and they shamelessly asked the girls to pose with them.
Even if he did not dabble in photography, he knew that this was not the way to sweep the streets. People usually went out with their own cameras and casually took pictures of some fleeting bright spots on the street. Who would go out in a group like this? This was a f * cking sweep, right?
Luo Qingyu waved the SLR camera in his hand and bragged to Zhang Zian about how great his photography skills were, and how his photos had captured the hearts of the school judges …
Zhang Zian's ears were itchy. He was about to find an excuse to leave, but suddenly there was a fierce quarrel.
He was nervous, not knowing what had happened. Today was his opening ceremony, and he did not want to make any trouble, so he hurriedly separated the crowd and walked over. Luo Qingyu followed him, not having had enough.
When he arrived at the scene, Zhang Zian saw Snowy standing helplessly, and several members of the photography club were arguing around her. They were all very loud, and it sounded like they were quarreling.
Snowy's hardcore fans obviously misunderstood. Several boys stood in front of Snowy, and several girls pulled her back.
"What happened?" To avoid misunderstanding, Zhang Zian did not rush to stop them, but went around to the back to find Snowy and ask her about what had happened.
"Well … Mr. Store Manager, I don't know what happened either." Snowy was also confused. "They said they wanted to take some photos of me, so I agreed, but they started quarreling …"
Zhang Zian frowned and looked back at Luo Qingyu. Was this the quality of your members?
Luo Qingyu scratched his head awkwardly, pretending not to see it.
Zhang Zian could see that he, as the president of the photography club, was just a decoration. He could pretend to be cool at normal times, but he would fail at the critical moment.
He had no choice but to walk over and listen to what they were arguing about.
Three boys were holding three different cameras, pointing at the pictures on the LCD screen, desperately trying to convince others that they had taken the best picture of Snowy.
"You said my photos were yellow? An Asian's skin is yellow. Is there a problem? " One of the boys was holding a Sony camera, afraid that others would not see the Alpha logo on the camera. His eyes were filled with firm faith, and he said righteously, "Anyway, you can do it. You can even pull out the sun!"
The other person, who was holding a Canon camera, had a faint smile on his face as he sneered, "Pull them back? It's your technique that's lacking in fifth gear, and you still have the nerve to pull it back? What late stage? This old man's JPEG is straight, girls love it the most! If you don't believe me, you can ask Xiaoxue to come and see for herself. My photo shows that your skin is white with a hint of redness. Do you dare to let her see your screen? "
When the former heard that he wanted to look at the screen, he immediately blocked the screen and said guiltily, "Who … who cares what you are. Just don't look at my screen!"
The third person said disdainfully, "What are you arguing about? Let others see us as a joke? Besides, with your standards, you still have the face to argue? Do you know what tolerance is? " He raised the Nikon camera in his hand and said proudly, "You two scumbags. One of you keeps saying 'I'm always touched,' and the other only says' Suo is great. 'Do you know that most of the camera masters in the world choose Nikon? After 100 years of professional camera making, the Nikon lens is the best! Our president won the award because he used the Nikon! "
Zhang Zian stared at Luo Qingyu speechlessly. Did he mean that his club members were all equipment junkies?
Luo Qingyu knew what kind of people his club members were. They joined the photography club just to win the opportunity to communicate with girls. Their technical level was completely crap!
"Well … when I was in the club office, they quarreled like this every day. It was a routine task, and they would stop when they were tired of arguing …" he said awkwardly.
Zhang Zian's face was cold. "That won't do. When they are tired of arguing, all my customers will leave."
"I can't convince them …" Luo Qingyu smiled bitterly. "Originally, there were a few juniors who wanted to join the photography club, but when they saw them quarreling every day, they didn't come …"
Zhang Zian was so angry that he really wanted to kick Luo Qingyu away. Knowing that his club members were not obedient, why did he bring them out to sweep the streets? Wasn't he just making trouble for others?
"Hey! What are you doing here? Why are there so many people around? "
A dignified voice came from behind. Zhang Zian thought the voice was familiar, and wondered who it was this time.
Looking back, he saw a police car parked on the side of the road. Sheng Ke took off his wide-brimmed hat from the passenger seat, put it on properly, and strode through the crowd.
When the three equipment junkies saw that the police had come, they immediately became timid. They closed their mouths and pretended that they were not quarreling.
"Captain Sheng, why are you here?" Zhang Zian was quite surprised. He looked around and asked in a low voice, "Did some Chaoyang people call the police?"
He knew that Sheng Ke was very busy. Needless to say, he often worked overtime at the police station on weekends. He would not be so free that he would follow the pet shop's official account, browse the forums and Weibo, and would not occasionally drive by like Meng Li. Thinking about it, the only possibility was that the three equipment junkies were too noisy and called the police …
Sheng Ke asked with a straight face, "You brat, stop talking nonsense! This is not Jing City. Where did the Chaoyang people come from? "
Zhang Zian was just joking. Even if someone called the police, it would not be Sheng Ke's turn to come personally.
"Captain Sheng, I don't understand. Did you come here on purpose today?" Zhang Zian stopped smiling and asked.
"Of course." Sheng Ke gave the three equipment junkies a warning stare. "Wait a minute. I'll go back to the car to get something."
The people who came to the opening ceremony were talking and laughing, but when they saw the police coming, they could not help but feel nervous and whispered about what had happened.
Sheng Ke took out a wooden stick with yellow tassels wrapped in a red cloth from the car and solemnly handed it to Zhang Zian. "Open it."
Zhang Zian unfolded the red cloth as he was told and was stunned speechless.
It was a silk banner. The red bottom was embroidered with the words "Police and people work together to build harmony" in gold letters. The inscription was "Presented by the Binhai City Criminal Police Unit" and the date the banner was made.
Luo Qingyu deserved to be the president of the photography club. He had a keen sense of smell and captured the moment when Sheng Ke handed the silk banner to Zhang Zian. He looked down at the photo on the LCD screen and wondered if he could get some pocket money if he sold this photo to the newspaper.
"This is …" Zhang Zian asked Sheng Ke in confusion, "This is for me?"
Sheng Ke said seriously, "Yes. A while ago, you helped the police solve a difficult case that had troubled us for a long time. On behalf of the police team, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to you. I hereby present this silk banner to you! I hope you can continue to work together with the police team in the future to maintain social security and build a harmonious society! "
The people around listened quietly. When Sheng Ke finished, there was an uproar.
"Since when did Manager Qiang help the police solve cases?"
"I've never heard of it … The pretentious manager is so low-key …"
"Is this a real police officer?"
"Of course! Don't you see he's driving a police car … "
People asked each other, but no one knew what kind of case Zhang Zian had solved for the police team, which aroused everyone's curiosity and imagination.
Sheng Ke whispered to Zhang Zian, "Sorry, it's a little late. That case is a bit strange, and it's not good to report it to the higher-ups …"
Zhang Zian helped the police team find the lost property in the downtown area, but after all, they did not catch the suspect. The higher-ups were quite dissatisfied with this. Sheng Ke repeatedly promised on behalf of the police team that such cases would not happen again, and the higher-ups reluctantly agreed to close the case. After receiving the news that the case was closed, Sheng Ke immediately commissioned the manufacturer to order the silk banner, and it was only now that it was delivered.
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