As a local policeman, is it appropriate for you to take over the job of a criminal policeman?

When Pan Guoming heard his father's tone, he was secretly happy. He had been his father for decades, and it was just that Pan Dahai cared about him a little bit.

He hastened to recount the scene of the afternoon with exaggeration, especially the part where Ye Lin twisted his arm. He described it vividly and portrayed himself as a brave and unyielding figure who fought against evil forces.

Pan Dahai snorted coldly, "I know what kind of person you are. You don't have to be so fake."

Pan Guoming smiled awkwardly. His biological father is still his biological father and he still understands him.

"Dad, that description was a little exaggerated, but when he left, he slapped his police ID in front of me and asked me to see who it was and then come back to tell you."

"These are the original words. I didn't add any words."

Pan Guoming said with a solemn vow.

Pan Dahai took a deep breath. The alcohol was taking over his head, and coupled with such an arrogant policeman, he was really a little angry.

He took out his cell phone, found Zhu Yi's number, and asked coldly, "What's the name of this policeman? Which department is he from?"

Pan Guoming was overjoyed. His father was going to take action to discipline that kid. He recalled carefully, "Well, he seems to be a criminal investigator. His name is Ye Lin. He is a very young policeman with a ruffian look."

Pan Dahai repeated it and said in a cold voice: "Ye Lin, right? Just having the name is enough. Let Lao Zhu investigate their team and see how they are doing with their work style construction."

After saying that, his finger was about to press the call button.

Pan Guoming watched with glee from the side, waiting to see how this kid would be scolded tomorrow.

Suddenly, his father screamed as if he had been electrocuted, threw his phone away, and jumped up like a spring.

Pan Guoming was frightened by his father's strange behavior and stood up as well. "What's wrong? Is there something?"

Pan Guoming looked around and found no one else except him and his son.

When he looked back, Pan Dahai was already sweating profusely, and he was mumbling two words over and over again, as if he was possessed by an evil spirit.

Pan Guoming listened carefully and it seemed that his father was saying the word "secretary".

He approached cautiously and gently pulled his father, "Dad, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Why don't you go back to sleep for a while?"

After being pulled by his son, Pan Dahai seemed to come back to his senses. He looked at his son nervously and asked, "You...you told him who I am?"

"Ah, I told him that my father is the director of the Culture and Tourism Bureau, and he was scared all of a sudden." Pan Guoming said proudly, not knowing why.

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound.

Pan Dahai suddenly jumped up and slapped Pan Guoming hard, knocking him dizzy.

"Scare the hell, will he be scared? You idiot, you bastard." Pan Dahai roared angrily.

Pan Guoming was still confused. He was fine just now, why did he suddenly go crazy?

"Tell me what else he said. Don't leave out a single word about you and me." Pan Dahai was completely sober now. He glared at his son and asked hatefully.

"He...he didn't say anything. He seemed to say something at the end." Pan Guoming felt so aggrieved that he wanted to cry. How could his father change so much?

Seeing Pan Guoming's cowardly look, Pan Dahai was so furious that he went up and kicked him, knocking the defenseless Pan Guoming to the ground.

Fortunately, the floor was carpet, so Pan Guoming was not injured.

"Say! What did he say!" Pan Dahai was already furious.

Pan Guoming probably now understood that he might have made a mistake, otherwise his father would not be so mad, but he just didn't know where he went wrong.

Where did I go wrong?

But that’s all later. The most important thing now is how to deal with this violent beast, oh no, it’s the violent father.

"He, he seemed to have said one sentence at the end: Don't be a child who betrays your father." Pan Guoming finally remembered.

"What a bummer, what a bummer." Pan Dahai repeated.

His hands had already begun to tremble. This was a warning from someone. It must be Ye Lin and no one else.

He picked up his mobile phone and opened his government affairs system. Thanks to the current digitalization, all civil servants in the city can see it on the system.

He searched for Ye Lin's photo, showed it to Pan Guoming and asked, "Is this the person?"

Pan Guoming took a closer look. Although the photo was not big and was an ID photo, the gangster look on his face was too obvious. "Dad, it's him. It's him this afternoon."

When Pan Dahai got his son's affirmative answer, he felt a chill run down his spine.

He collapsed powerlessly on the sofa. This was a young man whom Secretary Kang had come to rescue personally, a man that several department heads had to avoid and dared not offend. He was such a traitor to his father, and his own child had actually offended him.

In an instant, he felt that his career might be over.

However, many years in officialdom have taught him one thing: fortune and misfortune go hand in hand!

He remembered an incident that left a deep impression on him: an unexpected disaster occurred in the city, people died, and it was a major accident.

It would have been the end of the situation, but the city put all its resources into saving lives. The mayor at the time stayed at the scene of the accident day and night, and public opinion responded very well.

In the end, bad things turned out to be good, and the mayor at that time was promoted.

I can't just sit there and wait for death, I have to save myself. Pan Dahai took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

He suppressed his anger and said to his son in a calm tone: "What is Ye Lin doing today? Do you understand what he wants?"

Pan Guoming said with a wronged look on his face: "He, he just wanted to ask Meng Qiu something."

"Meng Qiu?"

"Ah, it's a female student from the School of Communication. It seems she's related to a suicide case. Officer Ye wants to ask something, but Meng Qiu either doesn't want to say anything or doesn't know."

Pan Dahai slammed the table and said, "With your support, people will say it."

Pan Guoming lowered his head and said nothing. How would I know that you are so afraid of Ye Lin? Buddy, I'm just trying to pick up girls.

"Son, since Officer Ye wants to ask something, let's help him, okay?" Pan Dahai suddenly said to Pan Guoming with a smile.

The old man was banging the table just now, and now he was laughing. His sudden movement scared even Master Pan.

"Media College, right? You graduated from your senior year, right? Haha, I've been the director for so many years in vain if I can't control a little girl like you." Pan Dahai sneered twice and started to make a phone call.

At the same time, Ye Lin was lying on the bed thinking about how to pry open Meng Qiu's mouth. This little girl was young, but she was very shrewd.