Southwest, checkpoint.
A neatly dressed Zhang Yuan pinned the newly issued ID badge to his chest, then checked his appearance in the mirror.
He adjusted his hat, straightened his collar, and felt the badge on his chest was sticking out a bit, so he pressed it down with his hand.
It didn't seem to flatten, so Zhang Yuan complained to his colleague, "They're always coming up with useless stuff. Why change the ID badges? And we have to wear them on duty—even plainclothes officers have to carry one. Are they treating us like an honor guard? Now we even have to worry about our appearance."
His colleague, who was also pinning on his badge, added, "And it has two pins. They're probably afraid we'll lose it."
Seeing that his colleague was also ready, Zhang Yuan turned and opened the door. "Let's go. It's almost time to change shifts. It's Old Chen's daughter's birthday today, and he's in a hurry to get off work and pick her up."
