I make a living solving crimes.

Beijing Tianqiao, to be precise, should have two meanings.

One is the bridge itself, and the other is the place named after the bridge.

The overpass has become a place name since the overpass itself was demolished in 1934.

Before liberation, many street performers performed on the Tianqiao Bridge.

The so-called "luandi" means drawing a white circle on the ground as a performance venue, or in jargon, "drawing a pot".

The pot is used for cooking. By painting the pot and creating a stage, the artist can have a meal.

The street performers hanging around on the flyovers don't skirt around the rules and they all perform real kung fu.

But they also make a living from tips.

When traveling around the world, most of these people have martial arts skills.

So on the overpass, you can see people juggling diabolos, playing with Chinese flags, dancing with forks, climbing poles, storytelling, crosstalk... You can also see people playing with the 200-jin Qinglong Yanyue Sword, using four hard bows, and even performing hard qigong.

There are many people who practice traditional wrestling.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, Tianqiao is still a place where street performers make a living, but in addition to this, Tianqiao also has the largest free farmers' market in Beijing.

Chang Wei and Long Zu walked among them, looking left and right, watching with great interest.

Zhang Long reminded quietly: "This place is full of good and bad people. It is the most chaotic place in the capital. Everyone, please be careful."

Chang Wei didn't need to be reminded. Since he stepped onto the overpass, he had seen more than a dozen thieves with red names flashing.

Wu Jimao protected Jiang Hongxia to his side and watched with interest the two people wrestling on the ground in front of him.

The two men, wearing wrestling clothes, were grumbling and walking around the field, but they were unwilling to fight.

Zhang Long followed Wu Jimao's gaze and said with a smile, "This is all fake, a performance. They are waiting for tips before they start. The real kung fu is covered with a curtain and not for outsiders to see. If you want to learn, you have to pay first."

Chang Wei glanced at him in surprise, "You seem very familiar with this place!"

Zhang Long pointed in a direction and said, "My family used to live here. I often came here to play when I was a kid. It was much more lively then than it is now."

“Are there any dark forces here?”

"You mean the gang?"

"That's about the same idea."

"There used to be. I saw them collecting money when I was a kid. After I moved away, they rarely came. I don't know the current situation either."

It's lively to watch, but whether it's the appearance or the costumes and makeup, they are far behind those in later generations.

The key point is that there are not many women here, and there is nothing interesting about the rough men with bare chests and breasts.

Zhang Long sighed that the once bustling overpass would never return, time flew by and could not be turned back.

Chang Wei wanted to tell him that time could actually go back.

For example, last year, you had sixteen years left to retire.

By this year, if you do the math, you find that you still have seventeen years before you can retire.

With the ins and outs, he made more money for three more years.

Isn’t this just time flowing backwards?

He turned around and said, "Let's go to the police station first."

The streets were peaceful and there seemed to be no problem. The darkness was hidden in the shadows. If you wanted to find someone, you had to find the local tyrant first.

They had already made contact by phone before arriving, and Chief Wang of Tianqiao Police Station was waiting at the door.

After a few small talk, Chang Wei got to the point, "Has anyone in your office reported a missing person recently?"

Director Wang knew the purpose of Chang Wei's visit and had already checked the police reports. He shook his head and said, "No, there have been no missing persons cases in the past six months."

"According to what you know, are there any missing people among the gangsters in Tianqiao?"

"It happens every now and then. In recent years, you need coupons to buy things. Money alone is useless. Since the beginning of the year, many people can't make it on the flyover. Some of them change their careers to work, some become athletes, or some become artists. No one knows where those who don't come have gone."

There are indeed many artists who have come out of the overpass.

Chang Wei didn't comment and changed the subject, "Are there many fights and disturbances here?"

"Not many. They are fighting for territory and business in private without alarming us. These gangsters are most afraid of dealing with the government. If there is any problem, they will solve it privately."

"Is this still the case now?"

"It has always been like this. When there is a dispute, they either arrange to fight somewhere else or go to a teahouse to ask someone to mediate. It is embarrassing for them to report to the police."

Director Wang told Chang Wei everything he knew.

The situation at the overpass did not arise overnight. It has a tradition that goes back hundreds of years. Even if the government wants to take charge, it has to proceed slowly. It cannot be accomplished overnight.

Chang Wei also knew about this situation. He thought for a moment, "I want to find someone, who should I ask?"

Director Wang understood Chang Wei's meaning and said bluntly, "There are four people here who are responsible for mediating conflicts and disputes. They are the most familiar with the people."

There is such a character in Mr. Lao She’s “Teahouse” - Fatty Huang.

Chang Wei asked, "Can you call him over?"

Director Wang's lips curled up slightly, "I still have this bit of face. Team Leader Chang, please sit down and have some tea. I'll have someone go find them."

As he said this, he stood up and left the office. Soon, several young policemen ran out of the yard.

After chatting for a while, they heard a noisy sound coming from the front yard, which was getting louder and louder.

Director Wang raised his eyebrows, and Chang Wei took the initiative to say: "If you have something to do, go and do it. We will have some tea."

"Okay, sit down for a while, I'll go take a look."

As a result, after Director Wang was there for a few minutes, the noise did not get suppressed, but became even more chaotic.

The members of the Dragon Team were a little curious, so they strolled out to find out what had happened.

Upon investigation, it turned out that the one causing the trouble was a little monkey.

The monkey trainer was performing on the street to make a living. Because the little monkey was not well tamed, he whipped it too hard, and the little monkey was afraid of the pain and ran away.

He didn't swing the whip well and it hit a child watching the show nearby. When he pulled the whip back, he pulled the child to the ground and scratched his forehead.

The child's family was no longer happy with this and wanted to fight with the monkey trainer. They were then advised to go to the police station to handle the matter.

Chang Wei lost interest after hearing a few words. This kind of thing was the most troublesome. The public security police spent most of their time on these trivial matters every day.

Jiang Hongxia stood under the crabapple tree, looking for the little monkey. She observed it carefully and suddenly said in surprise, "Wow, this little monkey is so cute, and it has golden hair."

Wu Jimao looked in the direction of her finger and shouted, "I've never seen a golden monkey before."

Chang Wei's heart was beating fast, his eyes were roaming over the crabapple tree, and he suddenly became excited.

It turned out to be a little golden monkey.

It is also the Sichuan golden snub-nosed monkey, the most beautiful among all golden monkeys.

Monkey show, using golden monkeys...

Well, the first wildlife protection law in the country was not promulgated until 1959.

Golden monkeys are gentle, smart, and have a very good appearance, which makes them very popular.

The monkey trainer was surrounded by the other family and the police station was also putting pressure on him. Finally, he was forced to pay compensation to settle the matter.

After finally getting rid of the other party and waiting for the yard to quiet down, the monkey trainer became furious and took out his whistle and blew it loudly.

Having been trained since childhood, the little monkey did not dare to resist. It came down from the tree obediently, picked up the rope around its neck and handed it to the monkey trainer.

After paying the five dollars in compensation, the monkey trainer was very angry and took out his anger on the little monkey. He raised the whip and was about to hit it.

Chang Wei quickly stopped him and said, "You can't fight."

The monkey trainer turned around and saw that it was a young man. He said in dissatisfaction: "It's my own monkey, why can't I beat it?"

Without a protection law, Chang Wei cannot mention the national treasure.

He took two steps closer and tentatively touched the little monkey's head. Seeing that it was obedient and did not dare to resist, he smiled and said, "How much do you want to sell this monkey for?"

PS: I remember about the make-up post, but my daughter is on holiday so I can't. I'll have to wait until she goes to school on the 4th and start on the 5th. Please forgive me.

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