The man kept an extremely excited mood and asked to see Bai Song directly.

Speaking of which, he didn't know Bai Song's name, but he told the front desk female policewoman to look for the tall, extremely handsome policeman, and the female policewoman immediately knew who it was.

Well, this description is extremely accurate.

...

Bai Song was still asking the old man in the case handling area at this time. When he heard someone calling him, he asked him clearly about the situation and said he would wait for five minutes.

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

"You mean, you have calculated that we will catch you today?" Bai Song felt quite interesting.

"You can't say that," the old man shook his head, "But when I woke up in the morning, I guessed that I would have a disaster today, but I don't know what the specific disaster is."

"Since that's the case, why are you still coming out?" Bai Song was a little curious.

"Police officer, in this world, you and I are born in response to the disaster, and die in response to the disaster." The old man shook his head gently: "It is not difficult to escape a disaster, but it will only lead to greater disasters. You must know that all appearances are false, and all conditioned laws are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows, like dew and lightning. You should observe this way..."

"Huasuo", Bai Song interrupted the old man's words: "I think this person is not likely to be transformed, and his attitude of admitting mistakes is not good, which may cause serious social harm. It is better to be punished according to the maximum and detained for fifteen days on public security."

"Well..." Huasuo didn't like it either: "Okay, I'll report to the legal department."

"Wait a minute!" The old man didn't see it well. My mom, I'm used to talking! This place is not a place to show off!

The thoughts changed rapidly, and the old man immediately played the emotional card: "Leader... I'm just making a living! I have an old man above and a young man below..."

"You said it was wrong," Bai Song corrected.

"Uh..." The old man immediately changed his words: "I have a young man above and an old man below...Uh...No, leader, I didn't say anything wrong just now."

"Okay, okay, don't you tease you, do you know that your behavior is a fraud?" Bai Song said: "Think it clearly before answering."

"Think clearly, yes, I admit my mistake..." The old man knew that he had to bow his head. He was under the roof. This was really not a place to brag.

Bai Song nodded: "Huasuo, you are busy first, I will go out to see that person first."

"Well, Inspector Bai, please go out." Hua Suo nodded.

After Bai Song left, Hua Su saw Bai Song's back and was a little 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 after a few words, the effect was surprisingly good. Maybe if you communicate with these people in the martial arts world, you have to make some mistakes, and the old man quickly agreed to confess.

Of course, it would be fine if he didn't confess, and he could still handle it, but the procedures would be much faster if he confessed like this.

At this moment, Hua Su couldn't figure out the bottom of the white pine.

...

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

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

On the one hand, Bai Song was worried that the man was not grateful, but came to find trouble. Sometimes the pennant was unfolding not necessarily a good thing; on the other hand, someone gave him a banner after just half a day, and with his identity as a "city bureau", there must be someone behind the scenes.

The man didn't know that the policeman in front of him had thought so much in his mind, so he quickly opened the banner, which read "Thank you for saving me from the dire straits. It's really a bright mentor and guiding light on my life!"

Bai Song tried to read out the contents of the banner in one sentence, but he couldn't finish his breath and suffocate to death!

The two sentences above and below appear on the banner like couplets, which is awkward. The problem is that 17 characters per vertical line are pitifully small, and you can't see what it is if you don't get close to it.

Now, the second point that Bai Song was worried about just now did not exist, because it was impossible for someone 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! Thanks to the police officer, you are more accurate than that fortune teller!" The man took out his cell phone gratefully: "Look, the afternoon fell so badly!"

Bai Song was a little silent. He found that the earnest words he said to the man before were in vain. The man had never thought about Bai Song's instructions more than an hour ago.

However, Bai Song was not unhappy. Over the years, he had already understood what it means to "the country is easy to change and his nature is hard to change." If stock trading reaches the point of a man, the gap between him and a gambler is not big.

"Okay, it's okay, I'll pay more attention in the future." Bai Song took the banner, and didn't want to say more about the rest, it was meaningless.

"Police Officer!" The man took out his cell phone again: "Help me see which of these stocks will rise."

Bai Song wanted to make excuses and took a look casually: "How can I know that I know this string of stocks, I only know a Maotai."

"Moutai?" the man shook his head: "This is the most unlikely increase. Think about it, people nowadays know that they are healthy. I think young people don't drink alcohol anymore. It will be impossible for alcohol to rise 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, "Okay, thank you very much!"

Okay... Bai Song followed the banner and said goodbye to the man and walked into the house. He ended up meeting Political Commissar Yan who was walking towards him.

"Inspector Bai", Political Commissar Yan smiled all over his face: "Someone gave you a banner, but you won't tell me, this kind of thing needs to be recorded."

"There is no need for a banner, it's not a big deal." Bai Song rolled up the banner, "Next time next time..."

"How can such a thing happen next time?" Political Commissar Yan said: "Although it is not a big deal, it is worth promoting."

Political Commissar Yan knew Bai Song's identity and felt that since Bai Song went to the grassroots level, he definitely needed positive publicity, so he thought Bai Song was embarrassed, and he should take the initiative at this time.

"In this way", Bai Song stuffed the banner to Political Commissar Yan: "I really don't need to... Thank you... Look..."

Political Commissar Yan saw Bai Song leaving, a little confused, opened the banner, looked at the super long couplet on it, stunned for more than ten seconds, sighed, and then put away the banner.

...

This incident was like a gust of wind, which simply drifted over. Bai Song didn't leave in the afternoon. Just as he saw that the old man was indeed detained for five days after being approved for public security, he was still a little moved, "The legal department of Beijing, yyds!"

That night, Bai Song got off work and returned to her residence. She asked everyone to have dinner together. Her girlfriend took her with her.

Today is Bai Song’s first day to go to the new unit. Everyone wants to hear some of the new things he has said. Even Xinqiao feels very curious.

To be honest, it makes sense for people to move and trees to die. If people change more environments, they will always have new insights and new insights. Bai Song talked about what happened today, which made everyone interesting.

"If you tell others clearly that this fortune telling is for entertainment purposes, then it will not be illegal. If you are suspected of fraud on the grounds of losing money and eliminating disasters, it is an illegal act," Zhao Xinqiao said: "The definition here is still relatively vague. Sometimes, in actual work, it is indeed the only one who can grasp it by itself."

"Yeah, it makes sense." Bai Song found that although he passed the judicial examination, he still couldn't compare with such a major.

"What about the temple?" Wang Liang asked.

"Even if fortune-telling is really effective, temples will not make money by this means," Zhao Xinqiao said: "Now temples are becoming more and more aware of how to manage them. Many temples are incense free, and then you can donate a little money voluntarily."

"Indeed," Wang Huadong nodded: "My mother told me before that many bosses in the south, especially some bosses on the southeast coast, are very professional in building temples. They will book a temple with a sense of age, expand or renovate, and then introduce various monks to add character designs, which are magnificent and ancient. During the construction and renovation, local squire and wealthy businessmen will be invited to donate money to reduce costs. After the investment is officially started, there will be a new way of operation. Don't underestimate others, there are legal counsel behind it."

"Will it make a lot of money?" Wang Liang was a little confused.

"It's better, the net income of one year is eight digits to the middle nine digits", Wang Hua Dongdao.

"Damn it, isn't this more cruel than a fraud?" Wang Liang was stunned: "Wait a minute, what does the eight-digit number mean?"

"70 million to 80 million to 400 million," Bai Song explained: "That's really making money. Suddenly I feel that the old man I caught today is a bit pitiful."

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

"There is a little bit of truth. When a person has money, his mind becomes empty. Spending some money to calm down may not be a bad thing," Zhao Xinqiao said: "Everything is dialectical."

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

"Not everyone understands that learning is a process of increasing their value, and making money sometimes depends on luck. It is just that learning more and increasing your ability can make the probability of seizing opportunities higher," Wang Huadong said: "Many people are lucky, have no education, but they can always win again and again, and eventually become rich people. They are very empty and their health is not that good, and they don't have that high demand for material things and women. If they don't burn incense, they will be awkward."

"If you go to East China, you will probably make a lot of money, right?" Bai Song said.

"Maybe, doing business depends on luck, but my family can help me get started and point the direction, so it shouldn't be too miserable," said Hua Dong: "But what's the point..."

"Oh..." Wang Liang sighed: "I think you are all more suitable to be policemen than me."

"You are also very awesome~" Ma Ningning said from the side, then picked up Wang Liang's arm.

"Yes, yes, yes," Wang Liang was instantly filled with blood: "I am a talent for the Thousand People Plan!"

Liu Shuyuan, who was beside him, saw this scene and lowered his head to eat.

Ren Xu didn't see anything and was eating food too.

...

Early the next morning, Bai Song finished running early and arrived near the police station. He had a meeting this morning and would officially introduce him.

The police station is different from other units. Most units go to the same place on Mondays, and the police stations are on Tuesdays because they are on duty on Saturdays and Sundays and will have a day off on Mondays.

Because he came running, Bai Song didn't eat before coming. He is not familiar with the canteen now, so he plans to have breakfast outside. When it is officially introduced today, he will go to the canteen to have dinner. Now he only knows Political Commissar Yan and Huasuo. If he is not in the canteen, he will be embarrassed and he will have to see him.

So Bai Song casually entered a small restaurant and then became dumbfounded. The cheapest set meal, 68 yuan?

Are you sure this is breakfast?

Bai Song retreated and planned to go to the convenience supermarket next door to check it out, but found that the food and everything in it were imported, and the common cokes were imported, and a bottle cost seven or eight yuan.

this?

Immediately afterwards, Bai Song looked at the fruit and vegetable area. It seemed that Bai Song had never eaten all the fruits here...

It’s not that I have never seen it. There are also common fruits such as peaches and cherries here, but the high quality makes Bai Song discouraged. He doesn’t have to think about it. That’s not what he should consume for his income.

After gritting his teeth, Bai Song decided not to eat breakfast. There was not even a breakfast stall on the street, which was ridiculous!

Bai Song regretted it. He should buy some food at his doorstep and bring it with him...

After running, Bai Song entered the police station with hunger.

The police officer at the front desk had changed. Bai Song was not wearing his uniform at this moment, so he stopped Bai Song. Bai Song took out the police officer's certificate and explained it. Only then did the police understand what was going on.

This is a young policeman. In fact, this should be a student policeman. He is called Wang Di. There is a crook on his shoulder. Bai Song looked at the badge and police number and confirmed that he was a junior. He is from the 2014 level and this year he should be a junior. According to the school's internship plan, this young man should have just arrived in early September and he will be intern until January next year.

"Are you from the Ministry of Public Security?" Emperor Wang was shocked when he looked at the police officer's certificate. He had never seen the police officer's certificate like this!

"Shh, keep it confidential", Bai Song pointed to his badge: "I'm at the grassroots level here."

"I understand!" The emperor quickly knew something amazing: "I must keep it secret."

"I am your senior brother from the 2007 level. I'll tell me if you have anything to do." Bai Song said: "I see your student number, 14C, is it a Investigation student?"

Police University has two campuses, namely Mu District and Tuan District. The last time Bai Song went to give lectures was Muqu, which is the old campus. The investigation department belongs to the Tuan District, so I must have never seen Bai Song.

"Senior Brother!" The Emperor was very excited: "We are internship here, and I have four, two girls and one boy. Senior Brother, we will rely on you in the future!"

"It's okay, it's easy to say." Bai Song thought, these were all seven levels younger than him, so they naturally had to take care of them. The atmosphere of the senior brothers in the police officers and college is strong, and this is why Bai Song came to Beijing to visit Senior Brother Liu Zhe. This is also a faithful portrayal of the strong vitality of the school.
Chapter completed!