I make a living solving crimes.

The little girl got up very early today.

Last night she dreamed of a beautiful girl who turned into a white swan and flew away on her wedding night, leaving a swan egg for the prince.

Then, she wet the bed.

Early in the morning, Chang Da came in, took apart the bedding and put it out to dry. The girl covered her face with her hands and hid in the corner shyly. Finally, Chang Wei went in and carried her out from the gap between the bed and the cabinet.

The little girl's face flushed. She hugged Chang Wei's neck and whispered in his ear, "Uncle, I won't do it again next time."

Chang Wei patted her back nonchalantly.

After breakfast, he didn't drive, but walked slowly towards the street office.

It was rush hour, and the alleys were bustling with people, as if the pulse of the city was beating.

Every street and alley.

In everyone's mouth.

The first words when meeting.

Did you eat it?

In an age of food scarcity, this was not just a simple greeting, but the best blessing between friends.

Only we Chinese people hide blessings and romance inadvertently.

Walking into the courtyard of the subdistrict office, Chang Wei saw busy figures in the cafeteria. Chen Mingji patted him on the shoulder and said, "This is Sister Miao. She is the first one to come every day."

Of course Chang Wei remembered her. He was the one who brought her to the street office. She had a son who kowtowed to him last night.

"Quite hardworking." Chang Wei said calmly, without exaggerating the relationship between the two.

Chen Mingji put his arm around Chang Wei's shoulders and walked towards the yard. "She is really hardworking. She is busy from morning till night. The thermos is always full, the tea bucket always has cold water, there are no fallen leaves in the yard, and no dust on the floor."

Chang Wei stopped and twisted his neck and said, "I remember she was just a kitchen helper in the cafeteria, right?"

Chen Mingji smiled and said, "Don't worry, there's really nothing we can do about the staffing. But I'm going to raise her salary to 30 yuan. I'll tell her it was your idea."

How much a temporary worker is paid is a matter of a word from the director of the street office.

Chang Wei pursed his lips and said sincerely: "Thank you!"

Chen Mingji just laughed, a very happy laugh.

Chang Wei mentioned Xiao Zhuzi's studies again. Chen Mingji did not hesitate at all. He picked up a young man from some office and gave him the order.

"You are definitely not here just for the registration. Come in and have a cup of tea. We can talk slowly if you have anything to say."

"Well, I have some thoughts on the report that I'd like to talk about."

Chen Mingji washed a teacup himself and made tea. "Tell me, do you want me to call Zhang Youde over to take notes together?"

Chang Wei was happy and nodded, "It would be best if you could ask my master to come. Although this matter is the responsibility of the Street Office, I have to thank you for bringing my master with you."

Ten minutes later, there was a "thump thump" sound outside the yard. Zhang Youde parked his sidecar in the alley and walked in happily.

I picked it up from the police station yesterday afternoon.

"Chang Wei, can you ride a sidecar?" Zhang Youde said proudly, pointing in the direction of the courtyard, "The tricycle from our institute is coming down."

"I can." Chang Wei replied calmly, "But the dog days are scorching, the coldest days are freezing, the rains are showering, and the winds are as sharp as a knife. Except for being a show-off, no one has a better car than mine."

Zhang Youde's smile froze on his face, and he kicked Chang Wei in the ass, "Will you die if you let me show off?"

"No." Chang Wei thought about it seriously, "But it will be very uncomfortable."

The master and his apprentice sat down in the office, chatting and laughing. Zhang Youde and Chen Mingji took out their notebooks and saw Chang Wei standing up again to light a cigarette. They kicked him and said, "You're addicted to pretending, aren't you?"

"Master, are you still listening?"

"Speak quickly, speak quickly."

Chang Wei lit a cigarette, took a puff and looked out the window with deep eyes. "Last night, my neighbor beat me with three sticks again. I was thinking, this can be promoted nationwide."

Unconsciously, I imitated Lao Wang's Xiangpu speaking and even waved my left arm.

Unfortunately, these two guys had never watched TV and had no chance to meet the emperor, so they didn't understand Chang Wei's intention at all.

Alas, it's just for the blind to see.

He walked back to the two of them with a dull look, took out the telescopic stick and waved it a few times, "I think it would be better to promote this thing nationwide."

Equipping police officers with sticks was a thing of the previous dynasty. Because they were too obvious a symbol, they were no longer issued after the founding of the People's Republic of China.

So that the common people would not be reminded of the police stations of the old times.

But short sticks are necessary during low-intensity law enforcement. You can't just pull out your gun at every turn, right?

Chang Wei dared because the person who was beaten to death by him deserved it because he could see the "symptoms" in the other person.

Others really don't dare to pull out their guns.

This is an important area of ​​the capital. If there is any trouble, how will it end?

Zhang Youde was very familiar with this, but Chen Mingji had seen it for the first time. He took it and threw it out, collected it, played with it a few times, and asked in confusion: "This thing is good, but what does it have to do with us?"

"This thing is not difficult to make. Anyone with level 3 or 4 benchwork skills can make it. Even some of the grinding and material preparation can be done by apprentices. Director Chen, what do you think about us setting up a street office factory, making this product, and promoting it in the public security system and the street office's public security team?"

Street-level factory?

Small group?

The public economy is divided into public ownership and collective ownership. I will let readers comment on the difference below without wasting words.

State-owned enterprises are owned by the whole people.

Excluding the steel mill, it is still a public-private partnership.

Chang Wei wanted to run a small collective. The factory would belong to the entire street community, and the profits would be distributed by the street.

Chen Mingji pondered and wondered, "The product is good, but since third- and fourth-level workers can make it, how can a small factory like ours compete with large factories?"

There is no such thing as intellectual property rights nowadays.

"So, this requires the mayor's help. Let him talk to the Ministry of Public Security and arrange for designated purchases."

Chen Mingji was somewhat tempted, but after thinking for a while he shook his head and said, "With just this thing, the factory may not be able to support it."

Chang Wei took out his little notebook and drew a crescent fork on it. "Add this, if it's not enough, I have more."

Chen Mingji looked at the long-handled crescent fork on the small notebook, quickly figured out its purpose, and looked at Chang Wei with sharp eyes.

This thing is easier to make and doesn’t even require steel, a wooden handle will do.

Chang Wei was able to remember this thing because in his previous life he was always called to stand guard at the gate of his daughter's school.

Singles probably don't have this experience.

There is also a type of fork that is smaller, but has a counter-device that can lock the legs and hands, which is not difficult.

"The key now is to get the mayor's support. We will promote it in Beijing first and then nationwide."

“Will the mayor support it?”

"Our report says that we should give landlords, the rich, the bad guys and the anti-corruption groups a chance to start a new life, and that we should also allow prisoners to reintegrate into society. There are still so many families in need in the streets. What do you think should be done specifically?"

Chen Mingji thought about the four aspects and three opinions that Chang Wei had mentioned. After a while, he patted his head with satisfaction and said with emotion: "Little Chang Wei, what do you think?"

"You won't understand the heart of a young man in the new era who is concerned about the country and the people." Chang Wei sighed heavily, his eyes dim, "I worry about the world before I worry about myself, and I enjoy myself after the world enjoys itself. That's right, I'm talking about me."

Chen Mingji and Zhang Youde didn't laugh this time.

They feel that the child really has this intention.

Chang Wei won't get a penny from running this factory.

"Since the mayor wants to promote our Gulou model, or Gulou experience, please give us some practical help. Our factory can provide employment, and the profits generated can help needy families in the street, and can also help the public security system and the public security team maintain public order. Why doesn't he help?"

"Can it be done?"

"Okay, why not give it a try first? It's not difficult."