I make a living solving crimes.

Parting and reunion are not the themes of today's train station.

Fighting crime is.

From the initial cleaning of the waiting hall to the platform search, although it inevitably had an impact on ordinary passengers, most people applauded.

Every time a criminal was escorted out of the station, thunderous applause and cheers would break out in the square.

At this time, the criminal's waist will bend lower and the policeman's chest will be straighter.

Today, this is a beautiful landscape in the capital.

"It's time to clean it up. Thieves are getting more and more aggressive these days."

"Alas, the last time I came to Beijing, my clothes were slashed, and my money and letter of introduction were stolen. If it weren't for the matching unit here, I would have starved to death outside."

"Did you check it once before National Day?"

“That time was at Qianmen Railway Station.”

"Yes, it was in the newspaper. It was very domineering. More than a hundred people were arrested."

"Our Beijing public security system is still powerful."

The crowd was filled with voices of praise. No one did not hate thieves.

Although murder and arson are heinous crimes, the number of victims is small and the group of thieves is too large. Almost everyone has experienced theft personally or their relatives have experienced it, and they grit their teeth when they talk about it.

Today's action has captured the pain points of the people.

Chang Wei is more confident about the next crackdown.

As he was pondering the details of the plan, Wu Jimao looked around boredly. Suddenly, he saw a vendor selling candied haws in the corner of the square and trotted over.

This thing used to be very common, but has become less common in the past two years.

Because you need a ticket to buy rock sugar.

The man selling candied haws was an old man. His business was good and there were still about ten strings left on the straw stick.

Wu Jimao looked around, picked a plump hawthorn fruit, and asked, "How much?"

The old man smiled enthusiastically, "Three cents a string, ten cents for three strings."

Wu Jimao was stunned for a moment. He scratched his head and felt something was wrong.

After all, he was well-educated, so he understood after a little thought, and without explaining to the old man, he handed over the three cents.

After the old man took it, he selected another string and handed over another three cents.

The old man took it silently without saying a word.

Wu Jimao continued to choose, and after paying for the third string, he said seriously: "Uncle, look, I can buy three strings for nine cents, not a dime. There is something wrong with your price."

The old man was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what was going on, and slapped his thigh in regret.

Wu Jimao proudly took the three strings of candied haws in his hand and walked back to Chang Wei, giving one string each to Jiang Hongxia and Fan Tuaner, showing off what he had just done.

I'm not really stupid, I'm just too lazy to think about it.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Chang Wei looked at his arrogant face and asked curiously, "How many skewers did you start planning to buy?"

"One string."

"Then why did you buy three?"

"Isn't it that the old man's price is wrong? In order to teach him..."

Finally he wasn't really stupid, and he came to his senses, "Did the old man do that on purpose?"

“From Nanjing to Beijing, the buyers are not as smart as the sellers.”

After Chang Wei finished speaking, he strolled away.

Everyone looked at the old man again. A smart guy of the same age as Wu Jimao was walking away with three strings of candied haws in his hand with a smug look on his face.

There is a price to pay for being a teacher.

The forward command post for today's operation is located at the Xizhimen Police Station, which is also heavily guarded.

Chang Wei took out his work ID and brought the Dragon Team in, immediately attracting attention.

"That's Chang Wei?"

"I just saw his work ID, it's him."

"So young."

"Why don't people call him the Drum Tower Tiger?"

"Isn't it called the Dragon Group Ya Zi?"

"Shh, keep your voice down. It's not good if he hears you."

Chang Wei's face suddenly turned dark.

Jiang Hongxia was laughing happily behind him.

They came to eat.

A lamb was stewing on the wood stove in the cafeteria.

Director Gong specially approved it and provided it to the police officers who are here to perform the mission today.

As soon as Chang Wei walked in, he smelled the delicious aroma of mutton.

It seems that every police station has its own unique skills. They may not be able to make Tan family dishes, but they all have their own unique techniques.

The red and white mutton was floating gently in the pot, and just looking at it made Chang Wei swallow his saliva.

Director Jin of the Xizhimen Police Station came running over and greeted enthusiastically, "Comrade Chang Wei, please come inside and sit down."

Chang Wei waved his hand naturally, "Director Jin, you don't have to greet us. We are very casual."

"This is your first time in our institute, so we have to entertain you. When you get familiar with us, you can come and visit us anytime. We don't have anything else in our institute, but Master Yang's mutton soup is a must."

Chief Jin was not just being polite. The other police officers got their meals and found a place to eat. An empty table was reserved in the small cafeteria for Chang Wei and Team Long.

They were all given large bowls.

Chang Wei held the chopsticks, eager to try.

Master Yang brought over a paper bag and carefully sprinkled the fine particles into the bowls of several people.

There are black dots in the white, which are salt and pepper. When mixed together, it is called pepper salt, which can make the mutton soup more delicious.

But there was a very annoying person at the table, which made Chang Wei unable to eat.

The wrinkles on Mad's face are enough to hold chopsticks when he smiles.

"Uncle Ma, if you have something to say, just tell me directly."

"Hey, it's okay, you eat, you eat."

Then Chang Wei started to drink the soup, and the greasy middle-aged man next to him looked at him kindly.

Eat shit!

Chang Wei put down his chopsticks and said helplessly: "Uncle Ma, you go ahead and talk. I'll eat later."

Ma De laughed even more happily. Before he opened his mouth to speak, he waved his hand in the air, and Director Jin immediately trotted over.

"I need to talk to Chang Wei about something. It has affected his meal. Go find a casserole and fill it with some mutton soup so he can take it home and eat it slowly in the evening."

"Understood, Chief. This is because we didn't treat you well enough. I'll take care of it right away."

Then Chang Wei saw Director Jin take out a casserole.

It's a bit unfair to call it a pot, it's just a small vat.

Master Yang put the jar aside and said dissatisfiedly, "These are all leftovers. How can we give them away? I also left a leg of lamb. I will stew it later. Let the little tiger come and get it when he leaves."

Well, before we even start talking about anything, I already owe you a lot of favors.

"You guys in Dongcheng District are going to launch a severe crackdown?"

"How did you know?"

"Well, who doesn't have a few good friends?"

"Uncle Wei must have been showing off to you."

"Hey, Lao Wei and I are from the same school. If he dares to hide this from me, I will go to his house tonight."

Chang Wei was not afraid and muttered, "Then go tonight and tell my aunt that the invitation that Uncle Wei took back was written by himself."

Mad inquired a little and was so impressed that he stamped his feet.

"Why didn't I think of this?"

"This method can only be used once. What kind of family is this? You have to pay fifty for one favor."

"That's enough to pay for my cigarettes for three months. Isn't that enough?" Ma De muttered, glancing at Chang Wei, "How about I give you fifty and include our Xicheng District?"