I make a living solving crimes.

The stars are twinkling, and the night wind is slightly chilly.

"How much are you offering?" asked Vodahan.

Hong Datou didn't rush to speak and turned his gaze to the dining table.

Wo Dahan smiled warmly and said, "I'm hungry waiting for you to get here. I just cooked some dumplings. Come and eat some together."

Hong Datao readily agreed.

In order to stay undercover, he hid at the bottom of society. Even though he was rich, he dared not show off. His daily food and clothing were not even as good as those of ordinary people. Occasionally, if he wanted to eat something good, he had to change his clothes and walk a few miles.

Wodahan invited Hong Datou to the table and took out vinegar and soy sauce.

He is from Inner Mongolia, and he has to dip his dumplings in soy sauce.

Anyone who eats dumplings without dipping them in soy sauce is a heretic and must be arrested.

Wo Dahan took two bites and looked at the dumplings on the table, then suddenly expressed his deep affection, "The last meal before my parents and I say goodbye is dumplings."

"Before going to the Mold Country?"

"Well, 40 years ago, my parents sent me away and they stayed here." He chewed harder, gritting his teeth and cursing inwardly, "Damn devils."

The topic was too heavy, so the two of them sat opposite each other and stopped talking, finishing the two plates of dumplings in silence.

After Wo Dahan cleared the dishes and returned to the living room, the two sat down on the sofa. Hong Datao folded the teacup in his hand, looked around the room, and sighed, "You've changed now. When you ask for information, all you ask for is money."

Wo Dahan took a sip of tea and said, "Brother, I will give 30% of the money to Guo Baijun and you take 30%. It's not easy to live here. If you have some money, you will live better."

Hong Datao frowned, then shook his head after a moment, "Brother, I'm not afraid of making fun of you, but I'm nervous about this kind of money."

Wo Dahan chuckled, twisted his lips, and said jokingly: "Why are you panicking? You must know how you lost. I saw it clearly before I went abroad. Look at those officials of yours. They talk about ideology but their hearts are full of business."

Hong Datao silently put down the teacup, leaned back on the sofa, looked up at the chandelier and said, "People still have to pursue something."

A scornful smile appeared on Wodahan's lips. "Everything is fake. Only real gold and silver are real."

Not enough words to speculate.

Hong Datao took out ten large yellow croakers wrapped in cotton cloth and two stacks of US dollars from his bag. "These should be enough for you to bribe Guo Baijun."

Wo Dahan picked up the two gold bars and touched them lightly, then asked tentatively, "Brother, can't you add a little more?"

Hong Datao looked down on his greed, but since he had to ask for help, he could only be patient and said, "It's not a small amount, brother. We still need to have some faith in doing this."

"Faith? I do. I believe in survivalism."

"You, you have to make such a noble thing so dirty."

"Hahaha." Wodahan seemed to have heard something very funny. He held up two pieces of gold and said, "Brother, here are two pieces of gold. Tell me which one is noble and which one is dirty."

Chang Wei and the young man from the investigation department were just outside the door.

I've waited so long because I want to catch him in the act.

Whether it is money or information, this is solid evidence.

The next step is to break in and arrest people.

There are two ways to break the door: civil breaking and military breaking.

The lock can be opened by tricking it open with your mouth or by using wire.

If you want to break it with force, you usually use a crowbar, or a door hammer for more advanced use.

Chang Wei used his feet.

The solid wooden door was kicked off along with its hinges, and the guys from the investigation department swarmed in.

The sudden noise frightened Wodahan so much that he sat on the sofa motionless until he was held down. There was a pool of yellow liquid under his silk nightgown, and the air was filled with a foul smell.

Hong Datou was professionally trained. He paused for a second before pulling out his gun. As soon as he raised his hand, a pointed wooden chopstick pierced his palm. His eyes were stern and filled with a determined light. He twisted his neck and bit at the collar.

As a result, he was hit on the head by a piece of steamed bread.

This was specially prepared for Chang Wei by Fan Tuaner because she was afraid that he would be hungry at night.

Chang Wei took out a pair of gloves and put them on, then found a white pill on Hong Datou's collar.

People who often commit suicide know that this is cyanide.

He tore a piece of paper to wrap the pills and looked at Hong Datao with concern, "You haven't eaten it before? Let me tell you, this thing tastes like almonds and is very bitter."

Hong Datou stared at him with wide eyes, not knowing where to start scolding him.

I'm about to commit suicide, and you tell me it tastes bitter?

Can anything be more miserable than my life?

The noise of kicking the door was so loud that the neighbors next door had turned on the lights, several houses had opened their curtains, and some heads were poking their heads over to look over here.

"Shut his mouth and take him back." The people living nearby are all highly educated and definitely not suitable for interrogation. Chang Wei waved his hand and the four young men escorted the man out.

Just as Fan Tuan'er was about to catch up, Chang Wei stopped her, "Sister Tuan'er, you come and testify. I'll go open his safe."

Facing her puzzled look, Chang Wei whispered, "There is a lot of gold and US dollars in there. I didn't touch them before because I was afraid of alerting the enemy. Let's split the money 30-70 after we go back."

Fan Tuaner looked at his sly smile and smiled helplessly.

Ever since the Dragon Group set up its own business, this kid has been obsessed with making money.

He is clearly short of money, but refuses to ask his superiors for it.

This is probably why so many leaders value him.

Inside the Investigation Department building, the two guys were disheartened. Knowing that there was no way they could escape this time, they simply kept their mouths shut and refused to say anything.

Chang Wei was not in a hurry. He argued with the minister for a while, and finally agreed to a 30:70 split. Only then did he happily go to the interrogation.

Why is it only 70%?

Seventy percent are from the Investigation Department!

He only got 30%, and the US dollars and gold were converted into RMB using the exchange rate.

One US dollar can be exchanged for 2.5 RMB, can you believe it?

That’s not bad. In 79, one dollar was only worth one dollar and fifty cents!

Chang Wei got several thousand dollars, but he couldn't help but tremble with fear when he thought about the hundreds of strong men in the Dragon Group's yard.

The salary is paid by the original unit, but the meals have to be taken care of by Chang Wei.

Being hungry is the norm now. Chang Wei feels a bit ashamed to be hungry again after joining the Dragon Group.

Wo Dahan and Hong Datou were detained on the interrogation chair, their faces looking deathly pale.

Seeing the expressions of the two people, Chang Wei decided to save his saliva. He sighed and was about to walk over when he was pulled back by Fan Tuaner.

"We are not a public security agency, and there is no rule that we must conduct interrogations in an interrogation room."

Chang Wei thought for a moment, "Toilet?"

"Well, save our comrades some trouble, okay?"

Chang Wei certainly had no objection to Fan Tuan'er's request. He looked at the young people around him whose faces were full of curiosity and said, "Take him to the toilet, take off his pants, and tie him up tightly with a rope."

The young men looked confused, not knowing the purpose of this order. They secretly glanced at Fan Tuaner's red face, but did not dare to ask, and just took the man away.

On the two water pipes in the toilet, two people, stripped naked, were shivering.

Chang Wei walked in with a sly smile on his face, his eyes casually glanced at Xia Sanlu, and his self-confidence suddenly increased.

Latin dance... Bah, the physical fitness fruit is still useful.