Bai Song stared at the electronic wall clock in the Political Department's office. It was 10:43 a.m., October 17, 2016. He looked at the time in a daze.
"Section Chief Bai?" Director Xi of the Political Department saw that Bai Song was distracted and called him kindly: "Then according to your arrangement, the place you will go to this grassroots is the police station, Jinbao Street Police Station, right?"
"Oh? Ah... yes." Bai Song replied quickly.
It’s not that he arranged this matter at exactly 10:43, but that he had been looking at the clock, waiting for this moment. This was the moment in his memory. When he saw the time on the electronic clock change to this moment, Bai Song had a wonderful feeling.
Maybe this is how time goes on, maybe this is how the coincidences in this world are so amazing.
October 17, 2011, was a Monday, but for the next four years, this day was not a Monday.
And today, October 17, 2016, is Monday again.
Although Bai Song's application was approved in September, it could not be arranged immediately and had to wait until after the National Day holiday.
After the National Day holiday and the compensatory rest, the time to go to the grassroots level will naturally be Monday, October 17th.
"Chief Bai, can I ask you something?" Director Xi couldn't help but ask, "Why do they call you Chief Bai? You..."
"Oh, there's nothing wrong with calling me Section Chief Bai. I'm indeed in an ordinary department." Bai Song answered casually.
"Oh, okay, I understand." Director Xi sighed. Who cares? He is definitely more senior than me anyway...
…
Bai Song was sighing.
I'm going to a new unit, a new police station.
Five years ago, on this day and at the same time, he went to work at Jiuheqiao Police Station alone.
Five years later, he still went to the police station alone, but his situation was completely different.
Bai Song looked at his police rank, Second Class Police Inspector.
When he first joined the job and was promoted to full-time, he was a third-level police inspector. The lowest rank for a deputy section chief was a second-level police inspector, the lowest rank for a regular section chief was a first-level police inspector, the lowest rank for a deputy director was a third-level police inspector, and the lowest rank for a regular director was a third-level police superintendent. Bai Song had won two first-class merits, and there was no need to mention the others, so it was reasonable for him to be promoted to a higher rank in advance. Therefore, as a deputy director, he should have been a third-level police inspector, but now he is only a second-level police inspector.
Police ranks can be promoted based on age. Many veteran police officers in the police station are second-level police inspectors and first-level police inspectors. This is especially true in Beijing, where all 50-year-old police officers are first-level police inspectors (two bars and three ranks). But one person was already a second-level police inspector at the age of 26. Director Xi of the Political Department was stunned.
Director Xi has Bai Song's basic information. It's very simple, but it includes his name and age. In Director Xi's opinion, this is "theoretically impossible", but it actually happened...
"How did I get there at that moment?" Bai Song asked.
"I will personally drive you there in a bit. Not only me, but Director Qiu who is in charge of the Political Department will also go there to take you there." Director Xi said, "He has an emergency meeting this morning, and will come over as soon as he finishes his work."
“No, no, no,” Bai Song waved his hand: “I can just take a taxi.”
"How is that possible..." Director Xi thought he had neglected Bai Song: "Please wait a moment... Let me urge Director Qiu..."
"It's too troublesome..." Bai Song said: "Just treat me as a grassroots policeman in the police station. I'm here to learn."
"Yeah, I told them..." Director Xi secretly wiped his sweat, thinking that the one next to the police number on your chest, we all wrote "Shangjing", and yours wrote "Ministry of Public Security" which is too conspicuous...
"Oh, this." Bai Song saw the problem from Director Xi's eyes: "Well, can you change my badge for going to Beijing and my police rank as well? Otherwise, it will be difficult for me to carry out my work."
"This... this doesn't comply with regulations... there are regulations that require it to be worn according to the standard."
"I just need to report to you. I'll treat this as a special mission." Bai Song knew that many regulations were rigid, but they were flexible when it came to performing certain work tasks.
For example, if you go undercover, do you have to abide by the police appearance and discipline? Bai Song is now studying at the grassroots level. Wearing such a high police rank and a special badge does not really serve as a training role.
"Then... I'll ask Director Qiu for instructions later." Director Xi said, "How about this, only the top two people in their police station know your specific situation, and we won't notify the others?"
"Okay." Bai Song said, "So, don't let Director Qiu take me there. It's too conspicuous. It's already very respectful of you to accompany me there."
"Okay, this is the only way. Then...how should we call you more appropriately?" Director Xi asked again.
"Just call me Inspector Bai," Bai Song said, "Just say I'm a grassroots trainee from the Municipal Bureau."
"You'd better write me a paper application..." Director Xi actually didn't want to trouble Bai Song, but he was still a little panicked and asked Bai Song to write the application himself so that he would not be blamed.
"That's fine, it's very simple," Bai Song took out a pen and paper and started writing. He knew it was useless to write, because this application was for Director Xi alone and there was no way it could be submitted to the next level.
"Okay, thank you for your understanding," Director Xi said, "You also know how difficult it is for us at the grassroots level."
Bai Song almost laughed. When did the Political Department become considered grassroots? However, he still nodded: "It's really not easy."
Not long after, Chief Qiu came over and talked with Bai Song for more than ten minutes. Finally, he agreed to let Director Xi take Bai Song there, and offered Bai Song a first-class superintendent rank, which made him look much more low-key. Of course, his badge was also changed, but his police number was not.
Police numbers can be repeated. For example, the 000001 in each province is the boss of that province. Every province has one. It goes without saying who the 000001 number of Bai Song's unit is.
Therefore, Bai Song’s police number is not conspicuous at all, because the Municipal Police Department has the same number.
Just like that, after a dull exchange here, Bai Song followed Director Xi's car and went to Jinbao Street Police Station.
The leader of the institute received a call in advance and was waiting outside early. It was almost noon and there was no traffic jam, so they arrived in more than ten minutes.
After getting off the car, Bai Song shook hands cordially with Political Commissar Yan. Today, the top leader, Director Kong, was out for a meeting, so Political Commissar Yan and Deputy Director Hua who was on duty came out to meet Bai Song. After exchanging some greetings, the four of them went into the police station together.
During this period, Bai Song had passed by here because it was not far from here, but this was his first time entering the police station.
Speaking of which, maybe his expectations were too high, Bai Song didn't feel anything special here. It was no different from the police station he encountered in Tianhua. The photos on the wall included the rescue photos during the heavy rain in Beijing in 2012.
The police station is not big, with only dozens of rooms inside, and some space is used as a case handling area. The cafeteria is not big either, but overall the space utilization rate is still good.
After entering the gate, Bai Song heard someone arguing at the front desk. Seeing Bai Song's curiosity, Political Commissar Yan took the initiative to answer: "It's not quiet this year either. Although our jurisdiction is not large, we have a lot of office areas. Samsung Mobile has an office here."
"Oh oh oh..." Bai Song frowned. That was quite troublesome.
In September of this year, a major event happened in the mobile phone industry. A mobile phone called Note7 started its grenade career. Three days ago, on October 14, the recall officially started.
But this does not mean that the matter is over. There are many people who come here to call the police, express their dissatisfaction, negotiate with the company, or even sue.
"How many corporate headquarters are there here?" Bai Song asked.
"There aren't many headquarters, but there are many offices. If you're not familiar with this place, let Hua take you for a drive. Our jurisdiction is not very large, and it's hard to park if you drive to work on weekdays. I suggest you take the subway." Political Commissar Yan said, "I've been taking the subway for more than ten years."
"I live nearby, so I can just walk here." Baisong is only a few kilometers away from here, and he can get here by jogging every day.
"Do you live nearby? That's not bad." Hua looked at Bai Song and thought that this person from the Municipal Bureau was really rich. He knew the housing prices around here. But he didn't know that Bai Song was sharing the house.
"Yeah," Bai Song followed a few people and entered the police station.
In fact, no matter where the police station is, they are all similar. They are also very busy and hard work, and there are all kinds of miscellaneous tasks to deal with.
Originally Bai Song thought that coming here would really allow him to come into contact with the upper class, but after being here for a while he felt pretty good. It was all simple daily life in the police station, which made him feel familiar.
At noon, Political Commissar Yan said he would arrange a place for lunch, and Bai Song said he would go directly to the cafeteria, so the four of them went to the cafeteria to eat. Not many people knew Director Xi, but because Political Commissar Yan was accompanying them for lunch, everyone paid attention to Bai Song, wondering who he was.
"Do you want to go to the next group to follow the police, or do you want to go to the case handling team or the household registration office?" Political Commissar Yan wanted to ask something specific.
"Let's go to the next group, any group will do," Bai Song said, "whatever is convenient for you."
"Okay, I know what's going on. The conditions here aren't very good. If you have anything to say, just tell me." Political Commissar Yan actually knew Bai Song's identity better. "Or just tell Kong directly."
Bai Song was considered a semi-public figure, and there were still some people in the police circle who knew him. When Political Commissar Yan heard that such a special person was coming, he checked on the Internet and asked his friends. He learned that Bai Song was an expert in handling cases, not a purely gilded official second generation, so he spoke more directly and did not speak only to save face.
"Okay, thank you, Political Commissar Yan." Bai Song nodded.
The food in the cafeteria was okay, so after a simple meal, Director Xi walked back, and Bai Song followed Hua's car to patrol the area.
The jurisdiction is not large, but driving is not easy. Fortunately, Police Station Hua is very familiar with these roads, and the police car drives very smoothly.
"Officer Hua, are there many police reports here?" Bai Song asked when the car arrived at Jinbao Street.
To be honest, he still felt a little disappointed about this place, for the same reason: his expectations were too high.
He thought that this street would be full of luxury cars, but this was obviously too exaggerated. After all, this place was connected to other areas of Shangjing, and the differences were not particularly large. The only difference was that there were all kinds of luxury car sales showrooms here, from Rolls-Royce, Bentley, to Ferrari, McLaren, everything was available.
"There aren't many police reports here. In fact, the quality of these rich people is pretty good," Hua said. "And even if they call the police, it's easy to handle. Sometimes they call the police just to find us as witnesses, and they solve the problem themselves."
"Then what kind of police incidents are most common?" Bai Song asked.
"You saw those people at the front desk just now," Hua said, "They are people whose time is worthless."
This sentence made Bai Song feel something. People whose time is worthless...
Hua is quite old, at least 45 years old, and his perspective is quite accurate. How could a real big shot or rich person spend a whole day in a police station? Even if it is for great benefits, they will not choose to solve the problem in the police station.
"So," Bai Song said with emotion, "it seems that I came here for the right reason. I can learn a lot from you."
"Have you ever been to a police station before?" asked Chief Hua.
"To be honest, I worked my way up from the police station," Bai Song said.
"Oh, oh, oh." Hua Suo glanced at Bai Song and thought that this person should be someone with great connections in the family: "That's right, you live nearby..."
When Bai Song heard this, he knew that Hua had misunderstood him, but he did not explain. His current identity was indeed somewhat special, so how else could he explain it? He just let it go.
"What is the most high-end place here?" Bai Song acted a little childish and wanted to know the "best" of everything.
"Not bad," Hua pointed to a Chinese-style building next to the car as they drove forward for a distance. "This is the only clubhouse of the Hong Kong Jockey Club in Shangjing. You can eat here, but the price... well, not to mention the working class like us, even the average rich person may not be able to afford it. Of course, it's a membership system here, and I've only been in once."
"Ah?" Bai Song asked, "You've been here for so many years, and you've only been in there once?"
"He never called the police here. He only went to the fire department for inspection once. And he had to negotiate a suitable time with them when he came here for inspection. Of course, this is not a bad thing. Mutual cooperation actually makes work more convenient." Hua said: "In our jurisdiction, those large agencies with the word "state" and "ministerial" in their names have nothing to do with us... Of course, you may know some people in the municipal bureau and have personal relationships with them, but there is really no intersection in work."
Then, Hua continued to introduce Bai Song to the car, "This is Jinbao Club, a high-end consumption place. The things here are also very expensive... But the coffee upstairs on the third floor is very good. You can try it if you have a chance. Of course, the price is very expensive."
"I sense that you are a little weak in your words," Bai Song pointed at the large circle and said, "How is our control over the area?"
"It's no problem to control nature," Hua said, "but many people don't need us to contact them. They just need us to provide them with a good environment. We are just a background board."
"I really learn a lot from chatting with you." Bai Song nodded with deep emotion.
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