I make a living solving crimes.

Ji Xiaowang felt like he was crazy.

Not only did he help Chang Wei find the way, he also sat beside him and carefully told him how to avoid crowded roads.

It was mainly because of his passion. He had worked in the Municipal Bureau for more than two years, and had been driving people, delivering documents, and delivering logistical supplies.

The busiest people in the workplace are always those with the lowest salaries.

He had never experienced such a thrilling night.

So fresh and exciting.

"Go to the left. This road doesn't require you to go into Tanggu." At the crossroads, Ji Xiaowang pointed in the direction.

Chang Wei was driving the car. He obediently turned the steering wheel and the car turned left.

"How are you going to explain this case when you return to the Municipal Bureau?" Chang Wei asked curiously, looking straight ahead.

Ji Xiaowang glanced at Chang Wei and said weakly, "I don't know, am I considered a traitor?"

"We are all serving the people and fighting against bad elements. How can we be traitors?" Chang Wei retorted confidently, and then changed the subject, "But your colleagues and leaders probably won't be happy about it."

Ji Xiaowang moved back and leaned back on his chair, his face miserable. "There are more than a dozen of you. I can't do anything. From the beginning, two of you have been sandwiched between me..."

The more he spoke, the more aggrieved he felt. Being a liaison and driver for comrades from other places was a tough job in itself, and he was sent here because no one else in the bureau was willing to come.

Chang Wei turned his head and looked at the little boy with sympathy. He thought for a moment and said, "Are you willing to work in Beijing?"

Ji Xiaowang was a bit introverted. Facing the sudden question, he was excited and delighted, but he still suppressed his emotions and opened his eyes wide and asked: "Is it really possible?"

Chang Wei did not speak. Lin Shuangquan, who was sitting by the window on the right side of the cab, said slowly, "As long as Chang Wei wants you, our director will personally issue you a transfer letter."

Ji Xiaowang looked at Chang Wei's overly young face and shouted in his heart, Sure enough, this must be a second generation, for sure.

So, no longer reserved, "Chang Wei, are you willing to have me?"

Chang Wei said calmly: "Do you remember Li Laifu in the back car?"

Ji Xiaowang recalled for a moment and nodded: "Uh... I have an impression."

Chang Wei smiled slightly, "Li Laifu knows one truth."

Ji Xiaowang looked at Chang Wei stupidly, not knowing what he was going to say?

"When I ask someone to do something for me, I have to mention you."

Fortunately, Ji Xiaowang was just introverted, not stupid. He reacted quickly and hurriedly repeated, "Chang Wei, do you want me?"

Chang Wei nodded slightly.

But he felt uncomfortable no matter how he heard this.

Could this thing be a mountain rabbit that has turned into a spirit?

Although Qinghe Farm is in Tianjin, its jurisdiction is in Beijing.

As the first large-scale labor reform farm in the new era, it was originally established simply because when Peking was liberated, more and more military, police, and special agents were detained in Paoju Hutong, so a training brigade was established in Qinghe, Tianjin.

This land covering more than 100,000 mu was originally just a saline wasteland. Ten years later, it has become a place with crisscrossing fields and full of vitality.

The farm office is a peculiarly shaped town, or rather an extra-large courtyard.

The people inside the hospital are prisoners serving their sentences, and the people outside the hospital are cadres and staff.

Many prisoners who were released after reformation at Qinghe Farm also stayed here to start a family and build a career. They had long been isolated from society and unable to integrate.

So in addition to agriculture and animal husbandry, there is also light industry here, including the Beijing Woolen Mill and the Wool Textile Mill. The commander-in-chief also came to inspect this year.

Lin Shuangquan was in charge of the handover, while Chang Wei took Sanbao to the top floor of the office building and looked out from afar.

The fields at the turn of summer and autumn are a colorful picture. Under the sunlight, they emit a fresh scent of earth. The breeze caresses the wheat fields like the swaying strings of a musical instrument.

He sat on the parapet, opened his arms, felt the breeze, and felt relaxed and happy.

“充钱，充屎，这是贱，我搬榴莲，看着舔一遍，屎在眼前，也甘愿赴汤蹈火去揍他一遍......”

Sanbao listened quietly beside him.

Except for the dirty lyrics, the melody is quite pleasant.

"Chang Wei, Chang Wei, Director Wei wants to call you."

Lin Shuangquan's voice came from downstairs.

Chang Wei supported himself against the wall with one hand, turned around and returned to the rooftop, then strolled downstairs.

"Not much, just a few royal treasures and a little gold."

"About 800 kilograms, not much."

"The other party has a request. They want Zhang Yu to die. It can be regarded as revenge for the murder of his mother."

"What? Uncle Wei, you'd better reorganize your words."

"Okay, the people have been controlled. There is an injured person being treated here at the farm. I haven't had time to examine him in detail."

"Please contact the department and send someone here as soon as possible. I haven't slept all night."

"The Investigation Bureau is here too? Is it that serious?"

"I know, I know. Before you guys come, I will definitely make sure the case is ironclad. No one will be able to find fault with it."

"Okay, we'll talk about other small matters when you get here."

After Chang Wei hung up the phone, he turned around and saw the pleading, expectation, and desire in Ji Xiaowang's eyes. He smiled and said, "Your matter is just a small matter."

Ji Xiaowang nodded aggrievedly.

"Captain Lin, bring Zhang Yu to the interrogation room. We need to find out whether the treasure Peng Zuhui mentioned is the gold that Zhang Yu and his men have been thinking about. If we can confirm it, Peng Zuhui's case can be closed."

"Okay, I'll make arrangements right away."

Yang Wenhai said leisurely beside him: "Get the bucket and mop ready."

Lin Shuangquan paused, he recalled the scene of Zhang Qi in the interrogation room of the police station.

The last two policemen who went in to clean up vomited all over the place.

Coming out of the office, the girl at the end of the corridor leaned against the window and looked out. When she heard the noise, she turned around and greeted softly, "Chang Gongan."

After staying up all night, she still didn't look tired at all, and her eyes were as dark as black even without makeup.

Interesting fact: going bare-faced does not mean not wearing makeup, but being beautiful even without makeup.

Chang Wei nodded slightly. Seeing that Lan Xiaojie was still wearing overalls, his head twitched and he suddenly wanted to ask: Isn't it troublesome for you when you go to the toilet?

Of course you can't really ask that.

Lan Xiaojie walked towards them gracefully, her steps as elegant as a willow in the wind, soft and graceful.

Chang Wei took a small step back.

Humans are not plants or trees, so how can they express emotions?

Lan Xiaojie was a woman with a strong sense of boundaries. She stopped two meters in front of Chang Wei and said, "Chang Gongan, please take care of Zhang Yu's matter."

Chang Wei said, "The two departments in Beijing will send people here soon. It's too late for you to regret now."

"I have no regrets. Ever since my mother and younger brother died in the fire ten years ago, I have been thinking about revenge all the time. As for the treasure, it is just outside my body." When he said this, the originally gentle face also showed some hatred.

Chang Wei's father died in the line of duty, so it can't be said that he felt a vengeance for his father's murder, but he can understand this emotion.

In his previous life, he saw a news report about a man who killed his entire family when he grew up because he witnessed his mother being humiliated by a neighbor when he was young.

It was difficult for him to comment on whether the act of exterminating the entire family was excessive or not. He could only say that karma would always pay off.