"Are you crazy?" Wang Liang was a little confused: "Am I still asleep or are you? What are you thinking about?"

"What's wrong?" Bai Song asked back.

"What will happen to your wife if you go to the grassroots?" Wang Liang was extremely sleepy: "Oh, oh, oh, I said it wrong, what should we do?"

"Now that you don't have me, what's the problem?" Bai Song said, "With Shu Yuan here, none of you will suffer any loss."

The time is indeed ripe now. Both the current position and everyone's current situation allow Bai Song to leave for a period of time without worry.

“I knew it…” Wang Liang said with some resentment: “You trained Liu Shuyuan just to leave us one day!”

"You are crazy!" Bai Song looked at Wang Liang with some concern: "You are acting more and more."

“Where are you going to go to the grassroots? If you go to southern Xinjiang for two years, you will be happy to be a father when you come back.” Wang Liang complained.

Among Bai Song's friends, Wang Liang said the most hurtful thing - only by being extremely close to death can one understand the true meaning of life.

"I was wrong." Wang Liang saw the fist as big as a casserole and immediately said, "Tell me what you think?"

"Go back to sleep," Bai Song said, "Don't think too much. I'm not going anywhere else. I'm at the police station in Shangjing."

"You are still in Shangjing?" Wang Liang yawned, then glanced at Bai Song again, making sure he would not be beaten, and nodded tiredly: "Then I don't care about you, you are in Shangjing, you are going to enjoy yourself."

Wang Liang didn't sleep all night. After Bai Song went out for a run, he felt a little depressed. He came out of the closet and played another round, but lost again. Then he returned to the house and heard Bai Song calling Liu Shuyuan. He asked Liu Shuyuan what was going on. Liu Shuyuan said a few words and said he didn't know the details.

Wang Liang was a little confused. His girlfriend just happened to send him messages, so he continued sending messages and waited until Bai Song came back.

After confirming that Bai Song was planning this, Wang Liang was no longer worried and prepared to go to sleep peacefully with his quilt in his arms.

Just after closing his eyes, Wang Liang suddenly felt his buttocks being "hit" by a big hand. His whole body moved forward more than ten centimeters, and then he felt a burning pain in his buttocks.

"I'll let you tease my wife!" Bai Song took revenge and left comfortably.

…

After taking a shower and changing clothes, Bai Song called Xinqiao and told him his thoughts.

"Do you want to go to the police station or the criminal police team?" Xinqiao cared about this the most.

"The police station in the city," Bai Song said, "I won't go far."

"Are you really doing this just to gain experience?" Xin Qiao was a little skeptical: "This is not your character."

"Uh..." Bai Song told the truth and told Xinqiao about the battery theft case he handled last night.

After hearing this story, Xinqiao was silent for a while: "If that's the case, you will be very tired when you go to the police station and you won't have time to accompany me."

Bai Song was shaken when he heard this. He was now in a different position, a married man, and would prepare for the wedding when his house was ready. Therefore, no one else made him hesitate, but Xin Qiao said so, and he hesitated.

Yeah, he's not alone.

"Then I won't go," Bai Song thought for less than three seconds and changed his decision made that morning.

"You are such a person," Xinqiao sighed softly, "Just go ahead."

"I'm not going," Bai Song shook his head on the phone, "I'll come find you after work."

"I'm not kidding you," Xin Qiao said, "You need to go back to school and be retrained in your current state."

"Ah? What do you mean?" Bai Song was a little confused.

"I may have to follow my supervisor to do research in the next year. He has some cooperative projects, and we have to follow him." Xinqiao said, "I just told you that because I wanted you to understand my deeper meaning."

"I understand," Bai Song said, "I am only here to fulfill my life's value, not to be a laborer helping out on duty every day."

"You're not great when you say it so directly," Xinqiao joked.

"I can't be more direct when I talk to you," Bai Song said with a smile, "If I don't tell you something, who can I tell it to?"

"Okay, okay, but we have an agreement that you are not allowed to leave Shangjing and go to the anti-drug department," Xinqiao instructed.

"That's for sure." Bai Song agreed readily, feeling very happy. He knew Xinqiao always supported him, but Xinqiao was also most worried about him.

…

With Xinqiao's affirmation, Bai Song felt much more relaxed and went straight to the bureau to find Wang Si.

Wang Si was also in a meeting. Bai Song thought about it and decided to call his father.

Actually, Bai Song calls his mother more often. It cannot be said that he calls every day, but they chat often. He doesn't call his father very often. He usually calls him only when there is something going on.

Bai Yulong's job is relatively easy now, and his daily work mainly involves training apprentices. He was drinking tea when he received Bai Song's call. When he saw that it was his son calling, he frowned.

My son called me, it must be something bad!

"Captain Bai, isn't this Director Bai's call? Why aren't you answering it?" Wang Xin was quick-witted. He saw the note on the caller ID on his phone and said quickly.

"Oh?" Bai Yulong slowly picked up the phone: "What Director Bai? He is just a deputy section chief now."

"Yes, yes, the deputy chief of the department!" Another young man immediately said, "Captain Bai, please answer the phone."

Bai Yulong's current status is becoming more and more extraordinary. It is a typical case of a father's status being elevated by his son, so the more times like this, the more he has to exercise control.

The phone rang four or five times. Bai Yulong thought for a moment and decided to pick up the phone. So he reached out to pick it up, but the other end had already hung up...

His hand suddenly hung in the air.

Bai Song was a little confused. Was his father in a meeting? Although he was not so busy now, it was still difficult to avoid meetings. After the phone rang a few times and no one answered, he did not continue to call.

Just when Bai Song was about to put his phone away, it suddenly dinged and a text message came in.

He took a look and saw it was from his father. The message read, "I'm busy right now. Call me back later."

Bai Song looked puzzled, thinking, why not just call me directly? Is it to save phone bills?

Without thinking too much, Bai Song continued to make the call.

Bai Yulong said over there: "Don't look at him now..."

Just after saying a few words, the phone rang again. He stopped talking, rolled up his sleeves, and slowly picked up the phone: "Hello? What's up? ... Oh? This matter? ... Oh, let me find a room where no one is and tell you alone."

Having said this, the young disciples naturally understood what the father meant and realized that the father was going to teach his sons a lesson, so they all stepped aside and left the room.

Bai Song felt so uncomfortable listening to this. Why was his own father so "tough" when talking on the phone?

However, in less than half a minute, Bai Yulong returned to normal. After listening to Bai Song's explanation, he asked, "What did your leader say?"

"I haven't contacted Director Wang yet, but Director Wei told me it's okay." Bai Song said.

"Director Wei? Is that the Director Wei from your previous Municipal Bureau? Did he go to your place?" Bai Yulong asked back.

"Yes, he is now the deputy director of the Criminal Investigation Bureau." Bai Song explained: "He just reported today, and I don't think it's appropriate to find him."

"That's really not appropriate. Just ask your Wang Division for this matter. Many people in the higher-ups don't want to go to the grassroots level, and there aren't many people competing for this position. Besides, you're young and famous now, so it's not a bad thing to go out and hide away. Otherwise, it's not a good thing if people always talk about you in the unit." Bai Yulong considered it more carefully: "But your age is different from others. People who go to the grassroots level at the age of 45 are training, but you can't do that. You're young, so you still have to work hard and achieve some results at the grassroots level."

"Then Dad, do you mean that you want me to go to the criminal police team?" Bai Song asked back.

"No, why do you want to go to the criminal police team? There are only a few cases in the criminal police team of a branch. If you solve a murder case now, will it be good for you?" Bai Yulong said: "Besides, there are so few murder cases, and most of them are easy to solve."

"Then what do you mean, Dad?" Bai Song was a little confused.

"Go to the police station that has the most money, as long as you can choose." Bai Yulong said, "Go and see the world, meet more upper-class people, broaden your horizons, make some friends, and achieve some results."

Bai Song was really confused this time. The previous ones were easy to explain, but what did "achieve some results" mean?

"You," Bai Yulong stood up, looked outside, and made sure that no one was outside. He said earnestly, "Why are you so honest?"

At this point, Bai Yulong was somewhat relieved: "But you can't be blamed for this. As your father, I have not taught you in vain over the years."

"Dad, let's get to the point," Bai Song interrupted his father. Every time his father said this, the next content would be a memoir.

"You have been to many hard places over the years, such as the border and the bottom of society, including the experience you just told me about last night. You have come into contact with a lot of these. You also have some powerful friends, both rich second-generation and official second-generation, and you have also been to some prosperous places, but you have never stayed in a similar environment for a long time." Bai Yulong said: "Go and have a look, go and learn, and know what the most prosperous place in the capital is like. As for the results..."

Bai Song seemed to understand what his father said. Bai Yulong's idea was really too utilitarian. If he went to that kind of place and met high-class people, and was affirmed by such people, it would definitely be more useful than ordinary people.

People are different. If someone were to say this outside, it would be considered a bit distorted, but Bai Yulong didn't care. He just wanted to benefit his son.

Who could be more important than my son?

Who else would say such things except a father to his son?

"So you mean, I should go to the Fuyou Street Police Station?" Bai Song asked. The police station in this place is very powerful, and the chiefs all wear white shirts, because in their jurisdiction there is... (the name of the cigarettes that Guo Degang threatened to buy)

"Why are you going there?" Bai Yulong criticized immediately, "Is that where you should go? If you go there, you have to be very careful every day. A hundred eyes are watching you every day."

"That's right," Bai Song immediately discovered the problem. There was nothing else to do in this place except duty. Duty is not something that can be outstanding. As long as nothing goes wrong, everything will be fine.

After thinking about it, Bai Song really didn't know where to go, so he humbly asked his father for advice.

"Let's go to the Jinbao Street Police Station." Bai Yulong also had some knowledge of Shangjing: "Shangjing's Wall Street."

"East City Branch?" Bai Song thought for a moment, "Dad, I understand."

"Okay, go ahead." Bai Yulong nodded, thinking that the young man is teachable.

After hanging up the phone, Bai Song called his senior brother Liu Zhe to inquire about the situation at the Jinbao Street Police Station. Of course, the inquiry was just a side note, and it was right for him to talk to his senior brother about his decision.

Liu Zhe knew that Bai Song had already made up his mind when he told him this, so he didn't object: "I don't object to you going to the grassroots for two years, the question is why did you choose this place?"

"I want to broaden my horizons," Bai Song was telling the truth.

"What?" Liu Zhe was somewhat speechless: "What kind of knowledge can you gain from the police station? The people you are in contact with in the unit are all senior leaders. Aren't you more knowledgeable than the grassroots?"

"Senior Brother...you and I..." Bai Song didn't continue speaking. People are different!

"Speaking of this..." Liu Zhe paused, "That's fine, I have no objection. Let me tell you about the Jinbao Street Police Station, because I live there, so I'm familiar with it. The area under the jurisdiction of this police station is very small, less than two square kilometers, and the permanent population is only 50,000, but there are more than ten national and ministerial units. Not only that, there are four or five subway lines, and commercially, there are several wealthy consumption streets, anyway, it's much more expensive than Xidan and Wangfujing, and there is also a hospital, which is Union Hospital."

Hearing this, even the well-informed Bai Song was somewhat shocked. How could this police station do this... This police station dare not intervene in any unit...

However, Senior Brother Liu Zhe said that he lives in this area...

Bai Song suddenly felt that there was a reason why Liu Zhe asked him "what insights can be gained from the police station" just now.

Liu Zhe's original words were actually: "What knowledge can you gain by just hanging around your house every day?"

…

"Then what is the police station busy with here?" Bai Song asked.

"I don't know the details," Liu Zhe said, "I guess it's not easy for them to do that. Think about it, such a big hospital has people from all over the country, and they are all in critical condition. Not only that, there are also several streets where rich people spend their money. Oh, I forgot to tell you, Jinbao Street is where the stock market is traded, there are a lot of rich people, and there are a lot of luxury cars. Sometimes there are fights in these places, but the way they are handled may be different from other places... Come on, I won't say much, it's good for you to go and take a look."

"Thank you, senior brother!" Bai Song felt that senior brother Liu Zhe had always valued and taken care of him.

"We are brothers, why should we be polite?" Liu Zhe really valued Bai Song, mainly because of his character. There is absolutely no harm in helping someone like Bai Song, he is definitely reliable.

After hanging up the phone, Bai Song suddenly realized a problem. Can the police station he went to be called "grassroots"?