The man came in a very excited mood and asked directly to see Bai Song.

To be honest, he didn't know Bai Song's name, but he told the female police officer on duty at the front desk that he was looking for the tall and extremely handsome policeman, and the female police officer immediately knew who he was.

Well, this description is extremely accurate.

…

Bai Song was still in the case handling area questioning the old man at this time. When he heard someone calling him, he asked about the situation and then told him to wait for five minutes.

It’s not that Bai Song wants to leave that person alone, it’s mainly because his inquiry has now entered a critical period.

"You mean, you already predicted that we would catch you today?" Bai Song found it quite interesting.

"That's not true," the old man shook his head, "but when I got up this morning, I guessed that I would be doomed today, but I didn't know what the specific fate would be."

"If that's the case, why did you come out?" Bai Song was a little curious.

"Officer, in this world, you and I are all born and die in disasters." The old man shook his head gently, "It is not difficult to avoid a disaster, but that will only bring about a bigger disaster. You must know that all appearances are false. All phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows, like dew and lightning. You should view them in this way..."

"Hua Suo," Bai Song interrupted the old man's mumbling, "I think it's unlikely that this person will be reformed, and his attitude towards admitting his mistakes is not good, which may cause serious social harm. It's better to impose the maximum penalty and detain him for 15 days."

"Hmm..." Hua Suo didn't like this old sly guy either: "Okay, I'll report it to the legal department."

"Wait a minute!" The old man thought, "Oh my god, I'm used to talking nonsense! This is not a place to show off!"

The old man's thoughts quickly turned, and he immediately played the emotional card: "Leaders... they are all trying to make a living! I have parents and children to take care of..."

"You said it the other way around," Bai Song corrected.

“Uh…” The old man immediately changed his words: “I have children above me and parents below me… Uh… No, leader, I didn’t say the opposite just now.”

"Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore. Do you know that what you are doing is a scam?" Bai Song said, "Think about it carefully before answering."

"I've thought it through. Yes, I admit my mistake..." The old man knew that he had to bow his head. When you are under someone's roof, this is really not the place to brag.

Bai Song nodded and said, "Hua Suo, please go ahead and do your work. I will go out and meet that person first."

"Well, Inspector Bai, you can go out." Chief Hua nodded.

After Bai Song left, Hua saw Bai Song's back and was somewhat thoughtful. He originally thought that Bai Song was idle and had never seen a fortune teller, so he deliberately made fun of the old man, but he didn't expect that the "teasing" had a surprisingly good effect. Maybe you have to use some twisted logic to communicate with these people in the underworld, and the old man quickly agreed to confess.

Of course, it would be fine if he didn't confess, and he could still be dealt with, but if he confessed, the procedure would be much faster.

At this moment, Hua was a little confused about Bai Song's background.

…

After Bai Song came out, the man's eyes lit up when he saw Bai Song: "Officer!"

"What's going on?" Bai Song was actually a little alert when he saw the banner.

On the one hand, Bai Song was worried that the man was not here to express his gratitude but to cause trouble. Sometimes, unfurling a banner is not necessarily a good thing. On the other hand, someone had presented him with a banner just half a day after he arrived. In addition, given his identity as a "Municipal Bureau official", someone would definitely say behind his back that he was putting on a show.

The man had no idea that the policeman in front of him had so much in mind. He quickly opened the banner, which read, "Thank you police comrades for rescuing me from the dire straits. You are truly a bright mentor and guiding light on my life journey!"

Bai Song tried to read out the contents of the banner in one sentence, but he suffocated before he could finish it in one breath!

The two sentences, like a couplet, appeared on the banner, which was very awkward. The problem was that there were 17 characters in each vertical stroke, and the font was so small that you couldn't see what it meant unless you got close.

Now, the second point that Bai Song was worried about just now no longer existed, because it was impossible for anyone to think that this was a show, unless everyone thought that Bai Song was mentally retarded...

"Uh?" Bai Song couldn't help but pause: "What do you mean?"

"Luckily I didn't buy that stock! Otherwise I would have lost a lot! Thank you, officer, you are more accurate than that fortune-teller!" The man took out his mobile phone gratefully: "Look, it fell so badly this afternoon!"

Bai Song was silent for a while. He realized that all the earnest words he had said to this man before were in vain. This man had not thought about Bai Song's instructions more than an hour ago.

However, Bai Song was not unhappy. Over the years, he had understood what it meant by "it is difficult to change one's nature". If a man's stock trading reached this level, the difference between him and a gambler would not be that big.

"Okay, that's okay. Just be more careful next time." Bai Song accepted the banner and didn't want to say anything else. It was meaningless.

"Officer!" The man took out his cell phone again and said, "Please help me check which of these stocks will rise."

Bai Song wanted to evade the question and took a quick look: "How would I know? Of all the stocks you have, I only know one, Moutai."

"Moutai?" The man shook his head. "This is the least likely to increase in price. Think about it, people nowadays know about health. I think young people don't drink anymore. The price of alcohol is unlikely to increase in the next few years."

"That's right, don't ask me, I really don't understand," Bai Song shook his head.

"Ah?" The man was a little disappointed. "Well, thank you very much!"

Okay... Bai Song took the banner, said goodbye to the man, and walked into the house, but he ran into Political Commissar Yan who was walking towards him.

"Inspector Bai," Political Commissar Yan said with a big smile on his face, "Someone gave you a banner, but you didn't even tell me. This kind of thing needs to be recorded."

"There's no need for the silk banner. It's not a big deal." Bai Song rolled up the silk banner and said, "Next time, next time..."

"How can this happen again?" Political Commissar Yan said, "Although it's not a big deal, it's still worth publicizing."

Political Commissar Yan knew Bai Song's identity and felt that since Bai Song had gone to the grassroots level, he must have needed positive publicity, so he thought that Bai Song was embarrassed and that he should be more proactive at this time.

"Well," Bai Song handed the banner to Political Commissar Yan: "I really don't need...thanks...take a look..."

Political Commissar Yan watched Bai Song leave, somewhat puzzled. He opened the silk banner and looked at the extra-long couplet on it. He was stunned for more than ten seconds, sighed, and then put the silk banner away.

…

This matter was like a gust of wind, which simply passed by. Bai Song did not leave in the afternoon. He just watched as the old man was indeed approved for five days of administrative detention. He felt a little emotional. The legal department in Beijing, YYDS!

That night, Bai Song got off work, returned to his residence, and invited everyone to have dinner together. Those who had girlfriends brought their girlfriends.

Today is Bai Song's first day at his new workplace. Everyone wants to hear what new things he has to say, and even Xinqiao feels very curious.

To be honest, it is true that people move and live, while trees move and die. If people change their environment, they will always have new insights and new feelings. Bai Song talked about what happened today, which made everyone find it interesting.

"If you clearly tell others that the purpose of fortune-telling is entertainment, then it is not illegal. If you use the reason of losing money to ward off disasters, it is suspected of fraud and is illegal," Zhao Xinqiao said. "The definition here is still relatively vague. Sometimes in actual work, local governments really make their own decisions."

"Yeah, that makes sense," Bai Song found that although he had passed the judicial examination, he still could not compare with these professionals.

"What about the ones in temples?" Wang Liang asked.

"Even if fortune-telling is really effective, temples will not use this method to make money," Zhao Xinqiao said, "Nowadays, temples have become more and more knowledgeable about how to operate. Many temples offer incense for free, and you can voluntarily donate a little money."

"Indeed," Wang Huadong nodded. "My mother told me before that many bosses in the south, especially those in the southeast coast, are very professional in temples. They will rent a very old temple, expand or renovate it, and then bring in various monks and add people to make it magnificent and ancient. During the construction and renovation period, they will invite local gentry and wealthy businessmen to donate money to reduce costs. After the official investment, there will be new operating methods. Don't underestimate them, there are legal advisors behind them."

"Will it be very profitable?" Wang Liang was a little confused.

"For a better temple, the annual net income is in the high eight to mid nine figures," said Wang Huadong.

"Fuck, isn't this worse than fraud?" Wang Liang was confused: "Wait a minute, what does the eight-digit number mean?"

"700 to 800 million to 400 to 500 million," Bai Song explained, "That's really making money. Suddenly I feel a little sorry for the old man we caught today."

"Capital is everywhere," Wang Huadong spread his hands, "but not everyone can do this, and the south will make more money than the north, they believe this very much."

"There is some truth to this. When people have money, their souls become empty. It is not necessarily a bad thing to spend some money to calm down," Zhao Xinqiao said. "Everything is dialectical."

"That makes sense," Bai Song said, "It's better than going gambling."

"Not everyone understands that learning is a process of increasing one's own value, and making money sometimes depends on luck. It's just that learning more and increasing one's ability can increase the probability of seizing opportunities," Wang Huadong said. "Many people are just lucky. They don't have much education, but they always win the bet again and again, and eventually become rich. They feel very empty, their health is not so good, and their demands for material things and women are not so high. It would be awkward if they don't burn incense."

"Huadong, if you go into business, you can probably make a lot of money, right?" Bai Song said.

"Maybe. Doing business really depends on luck. But my family can help me get started and point me in the right direction, so it shouldn't be too bad." Huadong said, "But what's the point..."

"Ah..." Wang Liang sighed: "I think each of you is more suitable to be a police officer than me."

"You are also very good~" Ma Ningning said from the side, and then hugged Wang Liang's arm.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Wang Liang was instantly excited: “I’m a talent of the Thousand Talents Plan!”

Liu Shuyuan, who was standing by, saw this and lowered his head to eat.

Ren Xu didn't look at anything and was also eating.

…

The next morning, Bai Song finished his run early and arrived near the police station. He would be formally introduced at the meeting this morning.

The police station is different from other units. Most units are on duty on Monday, but the police station is on duty on Tuesday because they are on duty on Saturday and Sunday and have a day off on Monday.

Because he ran here, Bai Song didn't eat before coming. He was not familiar with the cafeteria, so he planned to have breakfast outside. After the formal introduction today, he would go to the cafeteria to eat. Now he only knew Political Commissar Yan and Hua Suo. If they were not in the cafeteria, he would be embarrassed because he would have to look at them.

So, Bai Song casually walked into a small restaurant, and then he was completely dumbfounded. The cheapest set meal was 68 yuan?

Are you sure this is breakfast?

Bai Song stepped out and planned to go to the convenience store next door. He found that all the food and other things there were imported. Even the common cola was imported, and a bottle cost seven or eight yuan.

this?

Then, Bai Song looked at the fruit and vegetable area. It seemed that Bai Song had never eaten any of the fruits here...

It’s not that he hasn’t seen them before. There are also common fruits like peaches and cherries here, but the high quality makes Bai Song stay away. Without a doubt, those are not something he should consume with his income.

Bai Song gritted his teeth and decided not to have breakfast. It was outrageous that there was not even a breakfast stall on the street!

Bai Song regretted it. He should have bought some food outside his house and brought it over...

After running and feeling hungry, Bai Song went to the police station.

The policeman at the front desk had been replaced, and Bai Song was not wearing a uniform at the moment, so he stopped Bai Song. Bai Song took out his police officer ID and explained what was going on, and the policeman finally understood what was going on.

This is a young policeman. In fact, he should be a police cadet, here for internship. His name is Wang Di, and he has a crutch on his shoulder. Bai Song looked at his badge and police number and confirmed that he is his junior, from the class of 2014. He should be a junior this year. According to the school's internship plan, this young man should have just arrived in early September and will be interning until January next year.

"Are you from the Ministry of Public Security?" Wang Di was shocked when he saw the police officer's ID. He had never seen this written on a police officer's ID!

"Shh, keep it a secret." Bai Song pointed to his badge and said, "I'm working at the grassroots level here."

"I understand!" Wang Di immediately realized what great secret he knew: "I will definitely keep it a secret."

"I'm your senior from the class of 2007. Tell me what you have to say." Bai Song said, "I saw your student number, 14C. You're studying criminal investigation, right?"

The Police Academy has two campuses, namely the Mu District and the Tuan District. The place where Bai Song went to give a lecture last time was the Mu District, which is the old campus, and the Investigation Department belongs to the Tuan District, so they definitely have never seen Bai Song.

"Brother!" Wang Di was very excited: "There are four of us doing internship here, including me, and there are two girls and one boy. Brother, we are counting on you from now on!"

"It's okay, it's easy to deal with," Bai Song thought. These people are seven grades younger than me, so I should take care of them. The atmosphere of brothers and sisters is strong in the Police Academy. This is why Bai Song came to Shangjing to visit Brother Liu Zhe. This is also a faithful portrayal of the strong vitality of this school.