I make a living solving crimes.

From the central to the west, Chinese people like spicy food.

Fresh and spicy in Jiangxi, spicy in Sichuan, dry and spicy in Guizhou, spicy and fragrant in Hunan...

When people mention Hunan cuisine, the first impression they have is spicy.

Hunan cuisine without spiciness is like a foot massage without a girl.

In addition to their love of spicy food, Hunanese people also cannot do without a bowl of rice noodles.

Compared with rice noodles in other places in Hunan, the rice noodles in Xiangtan have a thinner skin and are not fried often. People prefer boiled seasonings, such as shredded pork and three fresh delicacies.

The soup should be mainly original broth and clear soup, rather than thick broth with rich oil.

Lao Wangtou makes Xiangtan rice noodles.

In the open space in front of the canteen, two old men were holding large bowls and Chang Wei was holding a basin.

The finely chopped red peppers scattered on the white and chewy rice noodles give off an enticing aroma that whets your appetite.

"When I was young, my biggest wish was to open a rice noodle shop." Old Wang put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with satisfaction, and talked about the past.

Time makes people grow old, but the feelings remain the same.

Old man Zhang also wiped the sweat from his forehead with satisfaction, "When I was young, I just wanted to have a full stomach."

"At that time, my master and fellow Taoist priests had all gone down the mountain, and I was guarding the temple alone. Later, it became more and more chaotic, and there were no more incense sticks in the temple. I went down the mountain to find food, and happened to run into a group of devils."

"which year?"

"37."

"The devils back then were pretty powerful, right?"

"Well, the first batch of devils were pretty strong. I almost got hurt and only killed seven of them."

"Zero to seven?" Chang Wei thought the old man was bragging, but he had no evidence.

Old man Zhang didn't look at him. He looked up at the branches of the old locust tree sticking out from the alley. After a long while, he said, "It was hard for us to get enough food back then. The Japanese ate really well, and they all grew up short and strong."

Do the devils eat well?

Chang Wei recalled the Japanese meals of later generations in his mind.

What do the devils like to eat?

He only remembered that the Japanese women loved to eat mosaics.

Snore...

Snore...

Holding the porcelain bowl, Chang Wei picked out the last mouthful of rice noodles and fed it to his mouth, "Grandpa Wang, this chopped pepper is tasty. Please serve some to me and I'll take it back to eat."

The old man patted his head and said with a little pride: "This is for someone to give away. I bring it out today for you to try. If you want to eat it, I will make it for you next time."

"Hey, who dares to steal my..." Chang Wei muttered unconvincedly, then suddenly paused, lowered his head, and said obediently: "Okay, Grandpa Wang, do it for me next time."

Can't grab it!

Old man Zhang sneered and pointed at the porcelain bowl in front of him, saying meaningfully: "Drink a few more sips of soup, the spicy taste will strengthen your blood and keep evil spirits away."

Chang Wei was stunned for a moment, nodded vigorously, picked up the porcelain bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

At the same time, Nie Haifang was in a state of panic in the branch office building.

After Chang Wei left at 2:30 in the afternoon, she took over the case smoothly. Although the police officers who worked overtime last night were given leave by Chang Wei, the branch still cooperated and assigned several police officers to help him.

Five hours have passed, and it cannot be said that nothing has been accomplished, only that nothing has been accomplished.

She is very experienced in handling cases. Under Sanmu, what can she not ask for?

As long as you make the slightest move, the deer will jump out and admit that it is a horse.

But this case is not acceptable.

Arresting the person is one thing, she also has to recover the master plate used to print the fake bills before she can close the case.

In comparison, Chang Wei's case handling efficiency is somewhat amazing.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Director Chen Mingji of Gulou Sub-district Office reported the case to the police station.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Du Ye turned himself in and reported Wang Qi.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Qi surrendered to the police and gave away Liang San.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the Dongcheng Branch mobilized 300 police officers and took their positions to set up the encirclement.

At midnight, the battle began.

At three o'clock in the morning, the battle ended and more than 20 ticket scalpers were arrested, including four who were involved in counterfeit tickets.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the fake ticket seller confessed the identity of Lao Mo and his wife.

At noon today, Lao Mo and his wife were arrested and confessed to the involvement of nine other middlemen and the "boss" behind the scenes.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the Criminal Investigation Brigade of the Dongcheng Branch launched an arrest operation against nine people.

The case was handled in less than 24 hours. Not only her but also the ministries were stunned by the efficiency.

In the last fraud case, he seemed to be faster.

As the number and types of counterfeit banknotes confiscated continue to increase, the central government has begun to investigate.

It is conceivable that if Gulou had not discovered this case, how great the loss would have been when the report was summarized at the end of the month.

This is another major case that is no less serious than the 200,000 yuan fraud case.

From the perspective of people's livelihood, it is even more serious.

The deputy minister who recommended her wanted her to share some of the credit, but he didn't expect that she was so wild that she not only wanted to pick peaches, but also wanted to dig up all the trees.

This was only done by a monkey thousands of years ago.

The ministry called three times during this period to inquire about the progress.

During the last call, the deputy minister warned earnestly before hanging up: "You still don't understand why he was able to form the Dragon Team. If he wasn't so young, you would have to salute him when you see him now. The Dragon Team is his compensation!"

Nie Haifang really didn't think it through.

There are many technical-oriented criminal police at the grassroots level. No matter how many merits they have, it is useless if they cannot be officials.

What is special about Chang Wei?

The two people who came with her had already lost their patience.

"Director Nie..., why don't you give Chang Wei a call and ask him to come back and help take a look?"

Nie Haifang frowned and glanced at him, saying unhappily, "You also think I'm not as good as him?"

"Director Nie, you are too kind. But now the ministry is urging us to do this. What can we do to explain this to our superiors?"

The two were not afraid at all, and they were able to share the credit, each with their own way.

In comparison, these two are the real second generation.

Nie Haifang was furious and said angrily, "Is this my fault? The Dongcheng Branch is such a piece of shit. The Criminal Investigation Team went out to arrest people and hasn't come back yet. The few public security police assigned to us have no experience in handling cases. I don't even have the manpower."

When the policemen in the room heard her say this, they gathered up the files on the table and walked out the door expressionlessly. "Since Director Nie is not satisfied, we will leave work. We will ask the branch to assign you new personnel when we go to work tomorrow."

After saying that, he didn't ask her opinion and went downstairs with his arm around hers.

Nie Haifang stood there in a daze. She didn't expect that the people in the East City Branch were so tough.

The two second-generations looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly, "We'll go back first."

The night is deep, the stars are dim, the autumn wind is bleak, the dead leaves are falling, and a faint sadness permeates the world.

Nie Haifang stood alone in the corridor on the second floor. After a while, she took a deep breath, walked back to the office, found the phone number of Gulou Office in the address book and called.

Yang Wenhai went to urge the mimeographed portrait to be printed. Chang Wei happened to hear the phone ringing and walked into the office to answer it.

"Chang Wei, when will you come back to work?"

Nie Haifang tried to slow down his tone and be approachable and amiable.

Chang Wei was stunned.

"Hello, Director Nie. Goodbye, Director Nie."

He hung up the phone without hesitation.