The green leaves are squeezed tightly together, as if many shy little girls, graceful flowers dancing, rushing to show their beautiful side one by one.

After trimming the last basin of daffodils in the yard, Song Baiyu stood up straight. The originally solemn police station courtyard became much brighter because of these flowers and plants.

In Song Baiyu's eyes, the bonsai in the yard is much more cute than his colleagues. As long as you treat it well, it will show you the best side of it. Even if you ignore it, it will not complain, and it is difficult to say it.

"Director Guo, something big is wrong. Something happened to Jinyang Cement Factory..." Song Baiyu was standing comfortably in the yard enjoying sunbathing when suddenly an anxious shout destroyed this rare artistic conception.

As soon as the sound rang, several windows in the office building opened, and several heads poked out from it, wanting to know what was going on.

The person who called out was Yuan Gang from the patrol department, who was in his forties and had a thick beard, and one of the great men was a perfect man. Because his voice was loud and he never spoke at all, he was nicknamed "Big Horn". A big man was nicknamed "Big Horn". It is conceivable how thick his nerves were.

Song Baiyu is not a meddling person. He is not interested in knowing what problems arise in Jinyang Cement Factory, so he did not follow the speaker to watch the fun, but walked into his office slowly, packed up his things and prepared to leave.

Unfortunately, before his things were completely packed up, Guo Tiezhu bumped into him.

After glanced in the office, Guo Tiezhu's eyes fell on Song Baiyu. After hesitating for a while, he said, "Baiyu, some disputes have occurred in Jinyang Cement Factory. You go over and deal with it."

"Director Guo, is this not appropriate for me in the past?" Song Baiyu hesitated.

Guo Tiezhu smiled bitterly and said helplessly: "Today, the vice governor came to the west district of the city to inspect. All the colleagues have tasks. You are the only one left in the office. Just feel wronged. After I handle the matter at hand, I will immediately lead someone to support me."

"Since that's the case, I'll go over and take a look." Song Boyu knew that Guo Tiezhu was telling the truth. Although he didn't want to get into this muddy water, he still agreed helplessly.

"Bai Yu, you must pay attention to the handling method and never inspire conflicts." Guo Tiezhu saw that Song Baiyu agreed, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He simply explained what happened in the cement factory to Song Baiyu, and solemnly reminded him.

It was not until Song Baiyu roared away in a police car that Guo Tiezhu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He didn't know whether he was right or wrong in doing so. However, at this moment, besides sending Song Baiyu out, he could not think of a better way to deal with it.

Although Jinyang Cement Factory is within the jurisdiction of Chengxi Police Station, it is actually bordering the surrounding rural areas and is considered a suburb.

As soon as Song Baiyu walked out of the police station gate, he opened the alarm on the roof of the car and ran away without any delay.

In ten minutes, green carpet-like wheat seedlings and golden brocade-like rapeseed flowers appeared on both sides of the road, and the factory building of Jinyang Cement Factory also appeared in Song Baiyu's vision.

In front of Jinyang Cement Factory, a black head gathered. When a police car arrived, there was a commotion in the crowd and consciously gave up a way to the police car.

Song Baiyu jumped out of the police car, and he immediately became the focus of everyone's attention. When he saw only one person coming out of the police car, a sigh of disappointment came from the crowd.

Song Baiyu glanced over and found that the crowd was divided into two clearly divided camps. One camp was standing at the gate of the cement factory, about thirty people, all of whom were about twenty years old. They were all strong, wearing uniforms and holding iron sticks. They seemed to be security guards of the cement factory; the other camp had thousands of people, including men, women, old friends and young friends. Among them, there were even more inclined to be that there were several injured patients with swollen bodies, who were carried on stretchers.

"What's going on in your city west police station? We have called the police for a long time. Why did you come alone?" When Song Baiyu was about to ask what happened, a security guard in the cement factory complained.

Song Baiyu glanced at the security guard. He looked like he was in his twenties and had a mole on his left eyebrow. Seeing the black mole security guard's arrogant look, Song Baiyu was not interested in talking to the security guard, but calmly faced the ground to another camp and asked loudly: "Who are you representatives? Can you stand up and tell me what's going on?"

"Comrade Police, I am the representative of our village..." As soon as Song Baiyu finished speaking, a middle-aged man in his forties walked out of the crowd. He wore black-framed glasses and looked honest and honest.

The middle-aged man who stood up was Ma Hailong, who was a primary school teacher in Tuozi Village and a villager. He spoke reasonably and well-organized. With a few words, Song Baiyu understood the whole story. He saw the two rays of light behind Ma Hailong's glasses. Song Baiyu knew that Ma Hailong was definitely not as simple as he looked.

Tuozi Village was a famous "land of fish and rice" in Jinyang City ten years ago, but after it was developed in the new urban area, the situation of Tuozi Village became unoptimistic. First, the grain output was getting smaller and smaller year by year, and then the livestock raised by the villagers also became ill or died for no reason. In recent years, many villagers have been found to be seriously ill, and the culprit of all this was the cement factory built in Tuozi Village ten years ago.

Over the past few years, the villagers of Tuozi Village have often gathered dozens of people or even hundreds of people to surround the cement factory for various reasons. Every time the cement factory makes some economic compensation, but the economic compensation is far from the amount required by the villagers. The villagers have to stop under the suppression of the government.

Song Baiyu looked at the dark heads in front of him and found that many people looked at him with complex eyes, with desire, suspicion, and hatred.

More people's faces were written with numbness or helplessness, and occasionally soft sobbing came into Song Baiyu's ear curtains, which made his heart inadvertently touched.

From a "land of fish and rice" to a village with no crops, from a lively person to a person who cannot move on a stretcher, all the grievances are not heard, it is no wonder that these honest villagers use this extreme way to protest.

"Hey, have you heard me speak? Hurry up and drive away these mud legs? If the production of our cement factory is delayed, can you bear the responsibility?" Seeing that Song Baiyu left him alone and talked to the villagers on the side, the Mole security guard was unhappy, he shouted loudly.

"Who do you talk to? Do you think you are the secretary of the municipal party committee or the mayor? When is it your turn to be a watchdog to point fingers in our police station? These villagers are just standing at the factory gate in a civilized manner. How can they affect your cement factory production?" Song Baiyu was sighing in his heart about the experience of those villagers. Suddenly he heard the shouts of the black mole security guard, and he stared at the black mole security guard angrily and scolded.

"You...you...our cement factory is a major taxpayer in Jinyang City and a foreign-funded enterprise introduced by the mayor himself. Do you still want to be a policeman?" The black-mole young man did not expect that Song Baiyu dared to scold him in public. His face turned pale when he was scolded. He said a little while after a long time, but his momentum was obviously no longer as arrogant as before.

"Do you have the final say whether I am a policeman or not? What's the matter?" Song Baiyu glared at the black-mole young man with disdain and shouted violently: "Call out your business quickly, the governor will come over to inspect it soon. If this side continues to delay, your factory will be waiting for the seal!"

The black-mole young man saw that Song Baiyu didn't sell his account at all, and he looked even more arrogant than himself. He wanted to talk to Song Baiyu, but he was worried that he would not be Song Baiyu's opponent. After thinking about the current situation, he couldn't help but stomp his feet into the office building.

After a while, a few more people came out of the office building of the cement factory. These people were in suits and tied, and they could tell at a glance that they were the management of the cement factory. Behind them, the black-mole young man looked at Song Baiyu with a bad expression. It seemed that he had said bad things about Song Baiyu in front of these people just now.

"I am Wang Jingui, the director of the cement factory. Why didn't he come here?" As soon as the bald middle-aged man in charge came to Song Baiyu, he raised his head and said, not even looking at Song Baiyu, as if Song Baiyu was not qualified to talk to him.

"It turns out that Director Wang is looking for Director Guo, so I'll go back and call him over, but Director Guo has some important things to deal with. I don't know when he will come." Song Baiyu snorted coldly in his heart, turned around and got into the police car.

"Pay money, pay money, pay money..." At the same time, more than a thousand villagers shouted in unison, as if they were cooperating with Song Baiyu.

Wang Jingui, who was still arrogant just now, immediately staggered and almost fell to the ground. Several people around him hurriedly supported him, but the faces of those people were also pale, afraid that more than a thousand villagers rushed over and beat them up.

"Comrade Police, wait." Seeing that Song Baiyu was about to leave, Wang Jingui immediately greeted him and said with a smile: "I have been friends with you Director Guo for many years. You see, you are quite good-looking, I don't know what you call me."

"Song Baiyu." Seeing the cement factory director's arrogant look at him, Song Baiyu replied in disgust.

"Officer Song, you see that the governor is coming soon. We have also called the mayor to notify you. Have you done the work of these villagers and asked them to go home temporarily and discuss compensation later today?" Wang Jingui wiped the sweat from his forehead and said humbly. Wang Jingui could see that these villagers did not seem to be disgusted with Song Baiyu.

Wang Jingui mentioned both the governor and the mayor in his words, but he was simply reminding Song Baiyu to solve the trouble quickly so as not to get angry. Unfortunately, he met Song Baiyu, not a versatile official, so his wish was destined to fail.

"Director Wang, it is not easy for these villagers to come to the cement factory. I think you should give them the compensation first. Anyway, it only takes a few minutes to solve the problem before the governor and mayor come. I promise that these villagers will go home immediately after they get it." Song Baiyu raised his head and looked at Wang Jingui, and said in a hurry.

"Pay money, pay money..." Hearing Song Baiyu's words, a burst of cheers sounded among the villagers, and then they shouted in cooperation, very happy that Song Baiyu could stand in their position.
Chapter completed!