I make a living solving crimes.

When Wu Jimao and Li Laifu escorted Yan Guochang back to the factory office, Wei Qianjun and Director Ma had not left. Chang Weixu squinted at Yan Guochang and waved his hand.

He dragged the sofa to the window and stared at the rain outside in a daze.

Every time a major case is solved, he will enter the sage time.

The main thing is that everything that needs to be installed has been installed, so he doesn’t have to do the rest of the cleaning himself.

The three veteran policemen immediately understood and stood up to take Yan Guochang to interrogation. Xiao Qiang and Xie Sanfu presided over the trial, while Zhu Feihong took notes.

Wei Qianjun came over and handed him a cigarette, and asked softly, "Aren't you going?"

"They are enough." Chang Wei took it and lit a cigarette, and said calmly: "How can a master like me take action so easily?"

In fact, they want their names to appear more times in the files.

Wei Qianjun did not expose him.

Apart from the "uncle-nephew" relationship between the two, in the Yi Guan Dao case, Director Wei was commended and won the third-class merit, which added points to their intimacy.

This time, his political life was saved again, and his intimacy level was +5.

Therefore, he was willing to let Chang Wei's colleagues get more credit.

A quarter of an hour later, Sanbao rushed out of the factory office, and two hours later he found the crucible on the ceiling of the darkroom in Yan Guochang's house.

The case was solved.

The reason why Yan Guochang was not included in the investigation list was because this guy went to see a movie - "The Lost Waves" after get off work that day.

After the ticket check, he used his personal connections to sneak out through the back door, returned to the factory through the gutter, stole, carried away the stolen goods, and returned to the cinema through the back door.

During the investigation, he took out the movie ticket and enthusiastically chatted with the police about the plot of the movie.

And the purpose of stealing the crucible...

The new announcer in the Propaganda Department is as beautiful as a flower, and he wants to arrange flowers.

No matter what era, picking up girls costs money, and it just so happens that this announcer is the daughter of a shareholder.

On the first date, they first went to a foreign-related store to buy a pair of lambskin boots, then went to Longfu Temple to watch a movie, and finally Lao Mo had a Russian meal, which was more than the projectionist's half-year salary could not afford.

After spending all his savings, he decided to take a risk.

After learning that the secret door he left on the fence was found, he became anxious and finally came up with a stupid idea - turning the theft case into an enemy spy case.

Wang Wenlong entered the factory office again and saw Chang Wei, who was calm and composed, and he couldn't help feeling deeply frustrated.

You watched me jump into the fire pit.

Kang Xiaozu followed in with handcuffs and sat down next to Wu Jimao with a smile, "I said you guys are the best. I heard that guy came to report me this morning?"

Wu Jimao nodded and pointed at his handcuffs, "Why haven't you untied them yet?"

Kang Xiaozu put his hands together and pulled up his work clothes, revealing his purple body. "You have to give an explanation, right?"

Wu Jimao didn't bother nodding nor shaking his head. He just laughed twice and said nothing.

Standing in the office were Factory Director Ma, Deputy Factory Director Niu, Secretary Yang, and Guild Chairman Zhu. They all had serious faces and bright eyes, and ignored Wang Wenlong's pleading eyes.

Wei Qianjun?

I ran back to the police station to report early!

Wang Wenlong finally let go of his attitude and bent down to ask Kang Xiaozu for peace.

"Comrade Kang Xiaozu, I'm sorry that you've been wronged. I hope you can understand our eagerness to solve the case. The theft of a crucible worth 120,000 yuan is a major loss to the country. Don't be too concerned about personal injustice at this time. We still have to put the overall situation first."

Kang Xiaozu bit the cigarette in his mouth and glanced at him with contempt, "I understand what you said, but I don't want to reason now."

Why didn't you say anything when you fucking hit me?

Torture is not the problem; the problem is that you are targeting the wrong person!

Two wrongful convictions were made in one case, Wang Wenlong is in big trouble!

Chang Wei didn't want to get involved in this farce, so he and the people from Group 2 took Yan Guochang back to the police station. After sorting out the files and handing them over to the legal department, they went to the hospital.

When Xu Shuhua heard that the case had been solved, she leaned against the pillow and cried silently.

Her master and guild secretary were by her side, advising and comforting her, telling her to be strong and not commit suicide when she encountered difficulties in the future.

This world is so strange. It forces those who want to live to death, and advises those who want to die to live well. As a result, everyone is half-dead and struggling to survive in this world.

Chang Wei was entrusted by Wei Qianjun to come to express condolences, representing the branch and the task force, but he just sat there quietly and didn't say a word.

I always feel that all languages ​​are pale and powerless!

At this moment, he especially wanted to talk to the system.

In the past, he thought that the purpose of this system was just to allow him to pretend to be a saint in front of others, to ensure that he had no worries about food and clothing, and to allow him to face life with a smile despite all the hardships he had experienced.

Now he feels that bringing bad guys to justice and preventing good people from being wrongly accused may be the true meaning of the system.

Those skills beyond reality can make criminals nowhere to hide and will never wrongly accuse a good person.

After figuring this out, he walked home with light steps.

After taking a stroll outside Deshengmen, Chang Wei returned home while watching the time pass and parked the car outside the yard, holding a basket of potatoes in his hand.

Finally got the harvest!

He bought a basket from a farmer outside Deshengmen and only put 20 kilograms of potatoes in it. The remaining 100 kilograms were placed on the black soil waiting for them to sprout. Next time he planned to plant one acre of potatoes.

"Chang Wei, where can we dig potatoes?"

Yan Bugui had just got off work and when he walked in he saw a basket in Chang Wei's hand. It was filled with potatoes the size of teacups, all covered with fresh soil.

"I grew them myself." Chang Wei told the truth, "I dug a sack every time."

"Never say a word from you that is true. Where are you going to plant potatoes? Do you know how to plant them?" Yan Bugui rolled his eyes in annoyance.

Chang Wei was not convinced. He really planted the flowers. He retorted without hesitation, "A scholar like you can grow flowers, but why can't a country boy like me grow potatoes?"

The words were spoken too quickly, and Yan Bugui didn't notice that he was being scolded. When it came to planting flowers, he said proudly, "You don't understand the affairs of literati. Bai Juyi said that Ling Gong's students are all over the world, so why plant flowers in front of the hall? As for me, I want them all."

Chang Wei curled his lips and said, "Don't you grow flowers to sell them for money?"

"How can you say that intellectuals are selling things?" Yan Bugui was angry and pointed at Chang Wei, "Six Ru Jushi said that the Peach Blossom Fairy planted peach trees and picked peach blossoms to exchange for wine money. It can be seen that exchanging flowers for money is a very elegant thing."

Chang Wei is a rough man and he is not sensitive to elegance.

He glanced at Yan Bugui and complained in his heart: You are still Mr. Liuru, but I think you are just a fool.

Chang Tian was wrapping books with calendar paper at home. When he heard the noise outside the door, he hurried over to help.

Chang Wei put down the basket, took the herbal tea from Chang Tian's hand and drank it, then glanced at the square table and asked, "Did you get the book back?"

"Yes, I went to get it this morning. I paid the tuition. The fourth brother and I each got two dollars and fifty cents. Brother, this is the remaining money."

"You keep it and buy some stationery or something. Buy yourself some food when you're hungry." Chang Wei didn't take it. He walked over and flipped through Chang Tian's textbooks. When he saw the patched schoolbag on the side, he patted his head, turned around, and went out to the back room in the outer courtyard.

The system rewarded him with 10 cowhide shoulder bags of different styles, large and small. The one he used himself was the largest one, which was similar to a small travel bag. When it was opened, it could hold a small bucket of purified water.

The two medium-sized ones are slightly larger than folders, and can be used as school bags for Chang Tian and Chang Long.