The lush green leaves are tightly packed together, as if many shy little girls, the elegant flowers are dancing, each one vying to show off their beautiful side.

  After trimming the last pot of narcissus in the courtyard, Song Baiyu stood up straight. The originally solemn and majestic police station yard became much more colorful with these flowers and grasses.

  In Song Baiyu's eyes, the potted landscapes in the courtyard were much more lovely than his colleagues. The potted landscapes would show you their best side as long as you treated them well, and even if you ignored them, they wouldn't complain, but human hearts were hard to fathom.

  "Director Guo, something's gone terribly wrong... the Jinyang Cement Factory has had an accident..." Song Baiyu was standing in the courtyard, enjoying a rare moment of relaxation and sunshine, when a frantic shout suddenly shattered the peaceful atmosphere.

  As soon as this sound came out, several windows of the office building opened, and a few heads stretched out from inside to see what had happened.

  The person shouting was Yuan Gang from the patrol team, in his forties, with a thick and dense beard, a real big shot. Because of his loud voice, he never distinguished between occasions when speaking, and was given the nickname "Big Loudspeaker". A big man being given such a nickname, you can imagine how rough his nerves are.

  Song Baiyu was not a nosy person, and he had no interest in knowing what problems the Jinyang Cement Plant had, so he didn't follow the loudspeaker to watch the commotion, but instead walked slowly into his own office, packing up his things and preparing to leave.

  Unfortunately, before he had finished putting his things away, Guo Tiezhu burst in.

  After glancing around the office, Guo Tiezhu's gaze fell on Song Baiyu. He hesitated for a moment before speaking up: "Baiyu, there have been some disputes at the Jinyang Cement Factory, go and handle it."

  "Director Guo, I wasn't suitable for this matter in the past, was I?" Song Baiyu asked hesitantly.

  Guo Tiezhu heard this and sighed, saying: "Today the vice governor is inspecting the west district, all colleagues have tasks, only you are left in the office, so just bear with it for now. I'll finish my work and lead people over to support immediately."

  "Since that's the case, I'll go take a look." Song Boyu knew that Guo Tiezhu was telling the truth, although he didn't want to get involved in this mess, he reluctantly agreed.

  "Bo Yu, you must be careful with the way you handle things, don't provoke conflict." Guo Tiezhu saw Song Bo Yu nod in agreement and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. He briefly explained what had happened at the cement factory to Song Bo Yu and solemnly reminded him again.

  Until Song Baiyu drove away in the police car, Guo Tiezhu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He didn't know if what he did was right or wrong, but at this moment, apart from sending Song Baiyu away, he couldn't think of a better way to handle it.

  Jinyang Cement Plant is actually located in the suburbs, bordering rural areas, although it falls under the jurisdiction of the City West Police Station.

  Song Baiyu had just walked out of the police station gate and opened the alarm on the car roof, rushing all the way without any delay.

  In about ten minutes, green wheat shoots like a carpet and golden rape flowers like brocade appeared on both sides of the road, and the buildings of Jinyang Cement Plant also came into Song Boyu's view.

  In front of the Jinyang Cement Plant, a sea of dark heads gathered, and upon seeing the arrival of police cars, the crowd stirred, voluntarily making way for the vehicles.

  Song Baiyu jumped off the police car, and he immediately became the focus of everyone's attention. When people saw that only one person came out of the police car, a disappointed sigh was heard from the crowd.

  Song Baiyu's gaze swept over the crowd, and he found that they were divided into two distinct camps. One camp was standing on the side of the cement factory gate, with about thirty or forty people in their early twenties, all strong and sturdy, wearing uniforms and holding iron rods, apparently the security guards of the cement factory. The other camp had over a thousand people, including men and women, old and young, among whom were several patients with swollen bodies due to illness, being carried on stretchers.

  "What's going on with your police station? We've been calling for half a day, and you're the only one who came?" Just as Song Baiyu was about to ask what was going on, the head of security from the cement factory next door spoke up to complain.

  Song Baiyu glanced at the security guard, who looked like he was in his early twenties and had a mole on his left eyebrow. Seeing the arrogant look on the security guard's face, Song Baiyu lost interest in talking to him and instead turned to another group with a calm demeanor, asking loudly: "Who is your representative? Can someone come out and explain what's going on?"

  "Comrade policeman, I am the representative of our village..." As soon as Song Baiyu's words fell, a man in his forties walked out from the crowd. He wore black-framed glasses and looked honest and simple.

  The middle-aged man who came out was named Ma Hailong, a primary school teacher in Tunzi Village and also a villager. He spoke with reason and clarity, and a few sentences made Song Boyu understand the ins and outs of the matter. However, seeing the two bright lights behind Ma Hailong's glasses, Song Boyu knew that this Ma Hailong was definitely not as simple-minded as he looked.

  Tuozi Village was a famous "land of fish and rice" in Jinyang City ten years ago, but after the development of Xin Cheng District, the situation in Tuozi Village became worrying. First, the grain yield decreased year by year, followed by the mysterious illness or death of livestock raised by villagers. In recent years, many villagers have been diagnosed with serious illnesses, and the culprit behind all this is the cement factory built in Tuozi Village ten years ago.

  For years, villagers in Tunzi Village have frequently gathered dozens or even hundreds of people to surround the cement plant for various reasons. Each time, the cement plant would make some economic compensation, but those economic compensations were far from meeting the villagers' demands. Under government pressure, the villagers had no choice but to retreat and remain silent.

  Song Baiyu took a glance at the sea of people in front of him, and found that many people were looking at him with complex eyes, full of longing, suspicion, and hatred.

  More people's faces were written with numbness or helplessness, and occasional light sobbing in the crowd occasionally entered Song Baiyu's ears, touching his heart unintentionally.

  From a "land of fish and rice" to a village with no harvest, from an energetic person to one lying motionless on a stretcher, all these grievances cannot be voiced out loud. No wonder these honest villagers would resort to such extreme measures to protest.

  "Hey, didn't you hear me talking? Quickly get rid of these mud legs! If the production of our cement factory is delayed, can you afford to take responsibility?" Seeing Song Baiyu ignore him and talk to a villager instead, the security guard with a black mole scolded loudly.

  "Who are you talking to? Do you think you're the mayor or something? When did it become your turn, a mere security guard, to point fingers at us? These villagers are just standing politely outside the factory gate, how are they affecting your cement production?" Song Baiyu was sympathizing with the villagers' plight when he suddenly heard Hei Zhen's shout. He glared at him and scolded.

  "You... you... our cement factory is a major taxpayer in Jinyang City, and it was personally introduced by the mayor as a foreign-invested enterprise. Do you still want to be a police officer?" The young man with a black mole didn't expect Song Boyu to scold him in public, his face turned pale and he stuttered for half a day before saying, but his tone had clearly lost its previous arrogance.

  "Does it matter if I'm a cop or not, what's the big deal!" Song Baiyu disdainfully glared at the young man with a black mole and shouted loudly: "Hurry up and call your person in charge, the governor is about to arrive for an inspection. If you continue to delay here, your factory will be shut down!"

  The young man with a black mole saw that Song Bo Yu was not selling his own account, and he looked even more arrogant than himself. He had the heart to argue with Song Bo Yu, but was worried that he wasn't a match for him. After thinking about the current situation, he stomped his foot and walked into the office building.

  Not long after, several people came out of the cement factory office building again. These people were dressed in suits and ties, and at a glance, they knew they were the management layer of the cement factory. Behind them, the young man with a black mole looked at Song Baiyu with an unpleasant expression, and it seemed that he had not said anything bad about Song Baiyu in front of these few people just now.

  "I am Wang Jinguo, the director of the cement plant. Where is Police Officer Guo from the police station? Why hasn't he come over?" The bald middle-aged man who was in charge looked up at Song Boyu and said, without even giving him a glance, as if Song Boyu wasn't worthy of speaking to him.

  "It turns out that Director Wang wants to find Director Guo, then I'll go back and call him over. However, Director Guo has some important matters to attend to and doesn't know when he can come over." Song Baiyu let out a cold snort in his heart and turned around to get into the police car.

  "Compensate us! Compensate us! Compensate us!" Meanwhile, over a thousand villagers shouted in unison, as if coordinating with Song Baiyu.

  Just a moment ago, Wang Jinguo was still proud and arrogant, but now he immediately stumbled and almost fell to the ground. The few people beside him hurriedly supported him, but their faces were also pale with fear that the thousands of villagers would rush over and beat them up.

  "Police comrade, wait a minute." Seeing Song Baiyu about to leave, Wang Jinguo immediately called out and smiled: "I've been good friends with your Director Guo for many years. You look quite unfamiliar, I don't know what to call you."

  "Song Baiyu." Seeing the cement plant manager's fawning attitude, Song Baiyu replied with disgust.

  "Officer Song, the governor is about to arrive. We've also notified the mayor's side by phone. Can you do some work on these villagers and ask them to temporarily return home? We can discuss compensation later today?" Wang Jinguo wiped the sweat from his forehead and said in a low and humble tone. Wang Jinguo could see that these villagers didn't seem to be hostile towards Song Baoyu.

  Wang Jingui mentioned both the provincial governor and the mayor in his words, which was to remind Song Baiyu to hurry up and solve the trouble, so as not to anger the leaders. Unfortunately, he encountered Song Baiyu, but not a clever official who could handle things well, so his wish was doomed to be in vain.

  "Director Wang, it's not easy for these villagers to come all the way to the cement factory. I think you should just give them the compensation first. It's only a matter of minutes, and we can completely resolve the issue before the provincial governor and mayor arrive. I guarantee that once they receive the money, they will leave immediately." Song Baiyu looked up at Wang Jinguo with an unhurried expression.

  "Compensation, compensation..." Upon hearing Song Baiyu's words, a cheer erupted from the villagers, and they shouted in unison, extremely delighted that Song Baiyu was able to stand on their side.