Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 982 - 528: Encounter_2

Chapter 982: Chapter 528: Encounter_2

The young traffic cop really was a bit wronged. His speech was clear and articulate, hardly the mumble of someone who’d drunk too much. Yet, probably just as he said, it was his natural ruddy complexion—though he hadn’t drunk much, his face was so red it looked as if it might bleed.

Actually, the spot he was covering was a remote highway not far from a printing factory. Usually, there weren’t many people on this road, and it generally wasn’t staffed. It had only been assigned now—that is, just after the holidays—because traffic was lighter, and the young traffic cop stood like a mere decoration. Had it not been for the concern that a sudden incident might occur nearby and police couldn’t arrive in time, there really was no need to post someone there.

Old Chang was already in a mood where everything irritated him today. On top of that, the young traffic cop was a bit green and spoke with a certain slickness, which made Old Chang like him even less.

The two of them were talking, and soon enough, passersby began to gather around them.

Some were there purely for the spectacle, reveling in the commotion, while others joined in to offer their comments. The road might have been quiet in terms of vehicles, but that didn’t mean there were few pedestrians; this was at the edge of town, and further out were villages. Most passersby didn’t have work, especially just after the festival, when they had plenty of leisure time. It wasn’t long before a group of children started playing games on the outskirts of the gathering.

This situation was difficult to articulate: accuse him of drinking after drinking, and he claimed his reasons were understandable. To ensure everyone had a good holiday, he had been on duty until the early morning, only to wake at noon to more guests arriving. It was quite normal for young people to have a little liquor, and anyway, he hadn’t drunk much.

And precisely because it was so difficult to articulate, it was a topic worthy of debate. The onlookers quickly split into two camps. One supported Old Chang—this only energized him more. See? There were many people on my side.

The other naturally supported the young traffic cop. He had only slept a while in the morning, and his fatigue was evident. It was tough for a young person to work so hard right from the start, and the crowd should be understanding.

When it came to discussing an indefensible matter, the result was an endless argument that ultimately led nowhere.

Of course, Old Chang never really intended to make any hotline calls. To put it bluntly, he was merely annoyed, idle, and looking for something to vent his displeasure—no wonder they say humans are the most complex creatures. Take Old Chang, for instance: his skills had to be acknowledged, since he could negotiate such favorable terms from other employers. But when it came to interacting with others, especially on certain matters, well... that was unspeakable.

The crowd grew larger, and there were even relatives and friends, who had only seen each other during the New Year, unexpectedly meeting again. Thus they began catching up—as for the incident at hand, they treated it simply as a topic of discussion, not a serious issue. Put simply, the festive leisure hadn’t faded yet, and since there weren’t many vehicles on the road, it was the perfect diversion to pass the time.

There wasn’t much anger to speak of, as everyone was in high spirits just after the New Year. Besides, everyone understood the situation: it was just a stubborn old man who had encountered an unfortunate young traffic cop. What was there to fuss over?

"Why didn’t you check that car’s driving license just now? It’s the holidays; that driver might very well have been drinking like you," said Old Chang, exemplifying exactly why he was on the ’blacklist’—look how disagreeable he could be.

A perfectly good driver, who bothered no one and drove stably, was asked by the cop to pull over—just after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. What if, just like Old Chang had hypothesized... the driver really had been drinking?

Luckily, the driver wasn’t intoxicated. After the car left, supervised so ’thoroughly’’ by Old Chang, the young traffic cop had a brainwave. He decided to start checking vehicles for real, stopping any that seemed suspicious—at least that way he would hear fewer of Old Chang’s nitpicks.

And wouldn’t you know, he ended up stopping someone who had been drinking and driving.

The young traffic cop had thought his diligence would leave the old man speechless, but what he heard next was Old Chang’s triumphant voice, "See, I told you! Your way was completely ineffective, only like this can you catch every lawbreaker."

A roar of laughter erupted from the crowd behind him; they all found this to be quite amusing.

The only one not amused was the middle-aged man driving the car. He began to understand, no wonder there was a young traffic cop with so many people watching and pointing—he thought there must be something going on and purposely drove up close to get a better look, not realizing he was getting himself ’into’ trouble.

After realizing this, he regarded Old Chang as if he were an enemy, but it was too late—Old Chang was in his element and oblivious to the driver’s displeased gaze.

"Hurry up, there’s a big truck coming. Aren’t those big trucks not allowed in the city? It must be sneaking in while it’s still midday; you better stop it," Old Chang’s irritating voice called out again. "Look, the guardrail on that truck is so high, who knows if it’s carrying contraband inside..."

The young traffic cop, feeling helpless, ran across and stopped the large vehicle. It wasn’t because of Old Chang’s talk of contraband, but rather because such large trucks weren’t allowed in the city during the daytime unless there were special circumstances. He needed to inquire, because if he didn’t, failing to do his duty was the least of his problems—the comments of the old guy behind him were unpredictable!

The truck parked across from the road, and the young traffic cop ran over. Before he could even ask, the driver said, "Comrade, I’m not breaking any rules here. I’m transporting a tiger for the zoo. The people in the car behind have all the necessary documents; they said I could drive the truck straight in."