If Lao Zheng knew that he was mistaken for a beggar by a few hooligans, he probably wouldn't care at all.
Of course, this is also a good thing. Sometimes, when you are extremely poor and look like a beggar, even if you have cash on you and sleep on a bench, no one will come to touch you.
After all, if you can turn yourself into a waste, no one can take advantage of you.
Perhaps this is the reason why Lao Zheng has been wandering around safely for so many years.
Bai Song flipped through a few photos, all of which were taken when Lao Zheng left. During this period, Bai Song also received some photos of ice and snow, forests, snow-capped mountains, deserts, etc. sent by Zheng Yanwu. Over the past six months, their travels have covered the entire country.
Bai Song randomly flipped through a few of them, and Huangmao and Huimao really fell silent.
Seeing Zheng Yanwu roasting a whole lamb on a prairie, the two people, who had just had a full meal, actually drooled. Many of the photos were of delicacies from all over the world, and Bai Song, who had eaten half of his meal, felt hungry after seeing them.
"He..." Gray Hair opened his mouth and drooled. His momentum and image were ruined. "He, how can he have so much money?"
"Yeah," Huang Mao was also a little envious: "This car must be very expensive, right?"
Bai Song didn't need to explain anything. The Mercedes-Benz logo on the huge car body proved everything: "Why, this is what you call a beggar? How is it?"
Gray Hair was no longer silent: "How can I do this?"
Bai Song shook his head: "I don't want to lie to you. I don't know about him. But I know that if you continue like this, your future will be like this: one year outside, three years in prison, and it will be a cycle over and over again."
Huang Mao was also a little shaken at this time. Everyone likes to play. If it were in ancient times, if you had some power, you could still play around. But with the current security situation, how many people can succeed in society? And if they really succeed, they will be sentenced to life imprisonment.
"In recent years, the construction site has grown very fast. Work hard, get to know more people, find a way to get more work, use your brain, it's not a big deal." Bai Song said, knowing that there was no need to say more. He didn't expect a few words to turn these two hooligans into good people. Of course, if there is some influence, it would be even better. Then he said: "If you have anything else about Scarface, you can tell me. If not, you can leave now."
When the two heard this, they stood up one after another and prepared to leave without even turning their heads.
Bai Song pulled out a chair, made way, and opened the door.
The yellow-haired man turned his head to look at Baisong, then turned his head away.
Gray Hair reached the door, stopped, turned around, glanced at the medals on Bai Song's chest, and stood there for a few seconds.
Huimao actually hates the police very much, because his father was arrested by the police. He has been naughty and mischievous since he was a child, and was often taken away by the police in his hometown, and even beaten.
Police? Huh...
But Baisong might really be different. At least, Huimao has never met a policeman wearing medals of honor.
"What I can tell you is that this scar-faced man doesn't get along with his captain and the others. This man has no bottom line."
After Huimao finished speaking, he shook his head gently up and down, turned around and left. Baisong also didn't say a word.
From many aspects, Scarface is not a good person. Let alone missing, even if he died, it would probably only cause more people to applaud. Moreover, this person has no formal job and no fixed circle. He may leave for a quick buck or a small matter. It is indeed not worth too much attention.
But what Bai Song was concerned about was not whether Scarface would be in danger after his disappearance, but whether he would do something unscrupulous and evil.
There was no clue for the time being, so Bai Song returned to the dormitory and took off his medals and certificates one by one and put them away.
Police officers don't usually wear these. Most veteran police officers have a few medals of honor, but Bai Song only got these this year...
…
Bai Song did not tell his family about the mental illness he encountered the day before yesterday. It has become Bai Song's habit to only report good news and not bad news. He sent the good news this morning to his family group, and then shared it with his friends. What surprised Bai Song was that few people liked his comments.
Bai Yulong looked at the photo of Bai Song receiving the medal and did not reply to Bai Song.
One year, two second-class merits, new police officer.
Being a father is no longer a matter of pride.
Similarly, how many of Bai Song's classmates don't know the story behind this? Do these things rely on luck? Which one doesn't have to take risks?
For example, Bai Song encountered a mental patient the day before yesterday, but he didn't even get a compliment. For the police, this is just an ordinary daily job. Can you take a two-week break after a minor scratch?
During the Chinese New Year last year, Bai Yulong was proud that his son could win the second-class merit. But now, he feels that it would be most real if his son could live an ordinary life.
"What happened to your arm?" Zhao Xinqiao asked when she saw Bai Song's photo. When she was there a few days ago, Bai Song's arm was fine.
"It's okay, I just fell down while catching someone." Bai Song said.
"Well, be safe. Don't forget what I said before."
Bai Song was stunned for a moment. Before? What did he say before?
…
In the afternoon, Bai Song went to the Dabei Vegetable Market again.
Bai Song already knew a few people here, but this time he became really famous.
One against two, upholding justice...Some things spread from one person to another, from two to three, and then it becomes a multi-national drama. Many people who didn't see how Bai Song fought 1v2 at noon spread the story in detail.
Let's put it this way, basically, Bai Song's domineering aura was revealed, and the two colors instantly surrendered. Bai Song couldn't help but smile bitterly after hearing this.
But this does have its benefits. It increases goodwill with the local people, and it becomes much easier to ask questions.
This is also why some cases must involve community police officers. In many cases, being familiar with the people in this area is a very important thing.
Dong Xiaoyun is not as pitiful as he says. He has some background, otherwise it would be difficult for him to take on such a job that is not too tiring and can make money. In Dong Xiaoyun's team, Scarface is a gun used to scare people, and Scarface is indeed this character, happy to be ordered by Dong Xiaoyun.
Fei Peng and Fei Ming are two bad boys with some bad ideas, and are usually not liked by Dong Xiaoyun.
Moreover, there were about ten stalls selling preserved fruits, such as Liu, who sells vegetables, Li, who sells pickled vegetables, and the big meat king, and they all hated the scarred man behind his back.
So where did Scarface go? Why did he go?
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