I make a living solving crimes.

The next morning, there was a loud sound of gongs and drums outside the police station.

The glass factory, led by Deputy Director Niu, personally visited the members of the second project team to express their condolences and presented them with a banner and condolence money.

The banner was very large, with four big characters "Loyal Guard" on it, which made Wu Jimao and Li Laifu's blood boil.

The condolence money was wrapped in red cloth and handed to Chang Wei personally by Deputy Director Zhu.

"Let's take a picture?"

The invited reporters from various newspapers raised their cameras.

This is a major case involving a sum of 120,000 yuan, and every newspaper would like to get the right to report it.

Chang Wei was holding a banner, with Wei Qianjun standing on his left and Deputy Director Niu standing on his right, all with smiles on their faces.

"This pennant has not been fully displayed yet, can you hold it higher?"

"Little comrade, lift it higher."

"Okay, just a little higher."

"Ka" "Ka" "Ka"

The lights flickered, freezing this moment.

As the leader of the special task force, Deputy Director Wei Qianjun of the Dongcheng Branch had a firm gaze and spoke forcefully during the interview: The people’s police serve the people and are loyal and responsible in maintaining peace.

Chang Wei glanced sideways, this is my word!

In an interview, Deputy Director Niu repeatedly praised the Second Task Force, saying that they successfully solved the case in less than 24 hours from the time they took over the case, saving state assets worth 120,000 yuan, and highlighting the heroic style of the public security team under the leadership of our party.

It's just that reporters have always been weird.

Why is it that every time this factory director mentions the task force, he always says Task Force 2, and he always puts a heavy emphasis on the word "two".

After seeing off the people from the glass factory and the newspaper, Chang Wei happily held the red envelope. Just as he opened it, he was blocked in the office by Wei Qianjun, Zhang Youde, Guo Gang, Yang Wenhai... and others.

"Xiao Changwei, we don't want this money. We just want to ask how much the glass factory gave us."

"Not much." Chang Wei's eyes wandered, and he couldn't find a suitable way out.

"We're not stealing yours. Tell me, how much is too little?"

Chang Wei licked his lips and whispered, "Less than ten thousand yuan."

Several people were stunned for a moment. After a long while, Zhang Youde swallowed his saliva and said, "Less than ten thousand? Can you be more specific? How much is it?"

"Fifty." Chang Wei answered honestly with his head hung.

Zhang Youde's eyes widened like Zhang Fei's, "You call fifty less than ten thousand?"

Chang Wei was a little surprised, and asked as a matter of course: "Has it increased from fifty to ten thousand?"

Zhang Youde was stunned by the question. He took a few deep breaths before he recovered. He pointed at Chang Wei and said, "That makes sense."

When they heard that it was fifty, several leaders immediately lost interest.

Wei Qianjun was about to leave when Chang Wei grabbed him.

"Uncle Wei, can you find someone to help me get a driver's license?" Chang Wei pointed in the direction of the courtyard and said, "I borrowed a Willys and don't have a driver's license."

Wei Qianjun had a gloomy look in his eyes. He knew that Chang Wei had a car when he was investigating the case.

As a deputy-division-level cadre, he did not have a private car. Whenever he had an emergency, he used the branch bus and had to pedal to get to and from get off work.

"Okay, I'll get someone to do it for you." Wei Qianjun didn't want to talk about this anymore. It was too damn painful.

After he finished speaking, he was about to leave, but he found that his sleeve was still being pulled by Chang Wei, "What else do you want?"

"Give me some more oil."

"The army didn't give you gas?"

"I gave it to you, but it's not enough."

Wei Qianjun took a deep breath, thinking that this was his own Chihuahua, he could only bear it, "I'll approve 100 liters for you, I can't do anything more than that."

"One hundred and five."

"You're still bargaining. I'm the deputy director. Are you, a little policeman, going to rebel?"

"Next time you call me, I will definitely be there right away."

Wei Qianjun took a breath again, what do you mean?

If I don’t give you gas, will you dare to delay next time?

"One hundred ten."

"One hundred and four."

"One hundred and twenty, stop, if you continue, there will be no more."

Chang Wei nodded with a lingering feeling, and he was ready to take the one that said 125.

Never mind, five liters of oil isn’t much.

The main reason is that Emperor Mei’s car consumes too much fuel.

After receiving the promise, Chang Wei curiously inquired, "How did Xu Shuhua and Kang Xiaozu finally resolve it?"

How to deal with it?

Yesterday, Sunday, the branch held a half-day meeting. In addition to the medical expenses of the two, the branch also gave compensation of three hundred and fifty yuan respectively in the form of consolation money.

The money went into the slush fund.

Or it’s the money handed over by gamblers caught at Gulou.

Wang Wenlong got what he wanted and was transferred to the archives room, but was disliked by everyone in the office.

Wei Qianjun continued to serve as the captain of the Criminal Investigation Brigade.

After seeing Wei Qianjun off, Chang Wei returned to the office with the huge sum of less than ten thousand yuan in his hand and started to divide the money.

This money is a consolation payment to the second project team, and Chang Wei certainly will not keep it all for himself.

Three old policemen each got ten dollars.

He and Sanbao each had five dollars.

No one's attention is on money.

The Criminal Investigation Office is full of cadres, and the lowest-ranking one, Sanbao, is at level 25. Five dollars is a lot, but it's not worth getting excited about.

After a few words of pushing and shoving, everyone stopped caring.

Chang Wei sat happily on a chair, looking forward to tomorrow's newspaper. The others exchanged glances with each other. After a while, Wu Jimao dragged a stool and sat next to Chang Wei, "Did Director Wei say anything? Will you report your achievements to us?"

Chang Wei leaned back strategically, and said righteously, "Look, you're anxious again."

Wu Jimao sat half-bent on the chair, his head slightly tilted forward, his eyes full of earnestness, "Chang Wei, just tell me."

Chang Wei joined the company three years later than him and is now a level 4 clerk. He was awarded first-class merit in the martyr murder case, second-class merit in the moat floating corpse case, and at least second-class merit in the theft of the platinum drawing crucible at the glass factory.

I guess in two years, the curtains in his house will be covered with military medals.

And what about yourself?

He could be awarded a third-class merit for the martyr murder case, and he might be promoted one level.

The rest... is gone!

Chang Wei glanced at everyone in the office and nodded seriously, "Yes, it was originally said to be a collective merit, but I just talked to Director Wei and he changed it to an individual third-class merit. Everyone in the group will get one."

There was silence for a moment, and a second later, there was an uproar.

Yang Wenhai was outside the house, listening to the joyful sounds inside, and touched his chin regretfully.

Because he couldn't bring himself to do that, he didn't immediately look for Chang Wei to join the second project team.

Deputy Section Chief, what a shit.

He can also be a team member.

It is just September now, and Zhang Youde should be promoted in November or December. If he continues to hold back, I am afraid Xiao Qiang will be promoted first.

He pondered for a long time in the yard, then turned back to the house, took a pack of Mudan cigarettes and walked into the Criminal Investigation Office. He said with a hearty smile, "Chang Wei, this is a pack of cigarettes given to me by a friend. You know I don't smoke much, so you can take it and smoke it."

One and a half packs a day, I smoke less indeed.

Any more and you’ll become Hunan bacon.

Xiao Qiang and Xie Sanfu looked at each other, then came out of the office with a smile on their face, using the excuse of going to the bathroom, leaving Zhu Feihong with a twitching mouth.

"Uncle Yang, why are you so polite?" Chang Wei said, snatching the cigarette and stuffing it into the cabinet, "Uncle, if you have anything to say, I will definitely follow your instructions."

"Okay, okay." Yang Wenhai laughed even louder. He was not afraid of Chang Wei snatching it away, but he was afraid that Chang Wei would politely refuse it.

"If you have any cases in the future, tell me. I'll follow you and learn your skills. You don't mind, do you?"

"Look at what you said. I learned all my skills from following you guys since I was a kid. If you don't mind, we will definitely ask you to come and help us with some big cases next time."

Of course Yang Wenhai knew that these were just polite words.

Chang Wei asked him to give some advice, but he would not be so stupid as to actually go and give some advice.