A few years ago, my brother had a trip back to Taiwan. One late night (or early morning, depends on how you look at it) he came back home and was parking his scooter at a small parking lot nearby. While he was doing it, he saw a woman across the street staring at him.
That woman owned a family-operated tofu factory, and they usually started their business around 3 am. To be frank, I grew up with this factory on my street and I didn't find it noisy or anything. As a matter of fact, last time I went back home, I found the plant's steam-releasing sound soothing, a nostalgic-like sensation that helped me sleep.... Anyway, one thing different from before was this woman was loud—it was like she was in a fight with her customers or something; back when her mother-in-law was in charge, it was never like that.
Apparently one of our neighbors couldn't stand it anymore and reported it. So, that's what happened to my brother—a guy from the environmental protection office was measuring the noise level the small factory was making (or she was making), and it just so happened he was standing in a corner behind my brother.
A few days later, my brother had a cold, so he went to a doctor nearby. During the visit, my brother told him this story and he said, "Well, to tell you the truth, I'm the one called the office(*1). It's been going on like this for ten years. I can't stand it anymore."
(*1) 主格關代省略
Yes, he is a doctor, but even a doctor doesn't always talk in a (most) formal manner. Besides, my brother knew him very well and they chatted quite often. When people chat, that's how they usually talk, so after some thinking, I dropped the who between one and called.
