I make a living solving crimes.

Is it a loss to exchange half a pound of tea for the qualification to participate in the action in the evening?

Chang Wei said he made a lot of money, even though what he took out was top-grade melon slices.

"Arrests at night are somewhat dangerous. What can you do by getting involved?"

"Master, what you said is really interesting. It sounds like I won't be working in the police force after I graduate next year."

“That’s next year.”

"I have to study in advance. Most of the people in the school are veteran police officers. If I don't have any skills, I will be bullied. Don't worry, I will follow you. If you are worried, just give me a gun."

"Fuck off!"

Chang Wei sat in his chair and refused to leave, staring at Zhang Youde eagerly.

"Get lost now. Come back after dinner. If I don't see you at the gathering at 8 o'clock, I'll consider you a traitor."

"Got it."

After coming out of the director's office, Chang Wei strolled into the small cafeteria and started yelling as soon as he entered the door.

"Grandpa Wang, Grandpa Wang."

"Here it is, here it is."

"Are you taking advantage of the cool here? Hey, old man, why are you running to the cafeteria instead of watching the gate?"

"boom."

Before the broom hit him, Chang Wei dodged it nimbly, "Tsk tsk tsk, your stick skills are really not that good."

Old man Zhang took a sip of tea and didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

Chang Wei walked over with a swagger, poked his head to look at the tea leaves in the two people's enamel cups, and poured them out without saying a word. He took out half a pound of melon slices wrapped in paper from his schoolbag, grabbed a handful and threw them into each person's cup.

"Hey, hey, hey, you little brat, how can you destroy things?"

Old man Zhang took a look and his face turned green with shock. He quickly snatched the paper bag from Chang Wei's hand, held it in his arms and looked at it distressedly, saying: "Such good tea leaves, you are wasting it, you prodigal child."

“Is this tea good?”

"You know shit, this is Guapian, and it's the authentic Lu'an Guapian. Hey, where did you get this good tea?"

Chang Wei didn't explain. He smiled and squatted beside Old Wang, then took out a lunch box from his schoolbag, "Grandpa Wang, here's some wine for you."

Old Wang took it and opened it with a smile. He looked at the full box of boiled peanuts and said happily, "Wow, good boy, this is a good thing for the dog days of summer."

Peanuts, edamame, cucumbers, and preserved eggs, there is no better side dish than these.

"I wanted to buy you some wine, but the wine ticket was snatched away by an old man yesterday."

"It's okay. Grandpa has money. He can buy it himself."

Old Wang touched Chang Wei's head with a loving look on his face. The old man watched this little monkey grow up and he liked him since he was a child. At that time, the little monkey hid in the canteen and secretly roasted sweet potatoes. After roasting, he insisted on giving half of them to the old man.

Later, when I grew up and became more sensible, whenever I found something good outside, I would always think of saving a portion for Lao Wang.

These grandpa and grandson are not much worse than real grandpa and grandson.

Old man Zhang rummaged through the drawers in the cafeteria and found a jar with the word "囍" on it to seal the tea leaves. Then he looked at the tea leaves in the teapot that had been soaked and softened by the remaining tea leaves, sighed, picked up the thermos and poured in half a cup of water.

"It's a waste. There's no need for so much tea."

"What's the point of drinking without tea flavor?"

"You know nothing about tea. By the way, where does tea come from?"

"I exchanged it for fish."

Old man Zhang glanced at Chang Wei with disdain and sneered, "You are selling goldfish, right? Who is so stupid as to exchange Liu'an melon slices for your lousy fish? And this watermelon, don't tell me you also exchanged it for fish."

Chang Wei can be clever, but he will never be clever or lie in front of these two old men. As soon as he sticks his butt out, the two old men can tell whether he is going to poop or fart.

He couldn't explain it clearly, so he just didn't say anything. He lowered his head and rubbed the two big watermelons in the basin and said, "Why haven't you eaten them yet?"

"The melon skin is hot after being exposed to the sun all the way. Let's cool it down before eating it." Old man Zhang took out a cigarette and passed it around. He lit it with Chang Wei's match and took a sip, saying, "In the dark, be careful. There aren't many good people in that place."

"I know, I know. I'm being careful. If you're worried, just teach me the stick techniques that were passed down from your ancestors."

"Didn't you just say it wasn't that good?"

"Hey, just kidding, just kidding. You old man can't even take a joke."

"Get off."

Old man Zhang lifted Chang Wei's butt, and Chang Wei rolled twice on the ground.

"I wanted to teach you back then, but you refused to learn."

Old man Zhang was still very angry when he mentioned this matter.

Chang Wei also felt wronged and muttered, "You didn't say that your stick technique was passed down from Yu Dayou."

"You were so young at that time. If I told you who Yu Dayou was, would you know who he was?"

The old man was proficient in fist and foot weapons, especially stick techniques, which were said to be passed down from Yu Dayou's "Sword Classic". When Chang Wei was a child, he didn't understand, but when he heard about the sword techniques, he clamored to learn it. The old man agreed to teach him, but what he took out was a stick. Chang Wei scolded the old man for being a liar and refused to learn from then on.

I only found out when I grew up that in the Ming Dynasty, the stick was also known as the long sword, so what Yu Dayou taught in "Sword Classics" was actually the stick technique.

Although it is not real swordsmanship, it is Yu Dayou's stick technique!

It is said that with this stick, Yu Dayou once swept through Shaolin.

It’s too late to regret!

Later, the relationship between the two became bad, and Chang Wei no longer mentioned the matter of learning to fight with a stick.

Listening to the two people chatting, Old Wang stood up and took out a wooden box from the bottom shelf of the cupboard. He opened it, looked at it for a while, then closed it again and handed it to Chang Wei.

"Little Chang Wei, keep this for your self-defense."

"Grandpa Wang, you can't do this!"

Chang took the box in a threatening manner and quickly stuffed it back into the bottom of the cupboard.

Old man Zhang was inexplicably surprised. "You've been wanting this gun since you were a child. Now that no one is beating you up, why don't you want it?"

Chang Wei said angrily, "Old man, I was young and ignorant at that time, why do you always expose my shortcomings?"

Old man Zhang smiled, his eyes full of mockery.

Old Wang took two puffs of his cigarette, paused and said, "I told you this gun a long time ago, but your father stopped you from taking it. Now no one will beat you, don't be afraid, good boy, take it and play with it."

"I don't want it. I'm eyeing my master's Black Type 54. I'll get him drunk one day and then steal it. It has lots of bullets and I can play with it as much as I want."

The wooden box contained a Browning M1911, two magazines, and hundreds of bullets. Anyone who likes guns would like this one. When Chang Wei was ten years old, he kept harassing Old Wang and trying to steal this gun, but was beaten to a pulp by his father.

Only when I grew up did I find out that this gun was a relic of Old Wang's son.

From then on, Chang Wei never thought of using this gun again.

Old Wang didn't force it, pointed under the cupboard and said, "Whenever you want to play, just take it yourself."

Chang Wei thanked him, picked up the bamboo basket beside him and said, "Then you take a rest first, and cut a few more melons to eat later. I haven't sold the fish today yet."

Old man Zhang followed him out of the canteen with his hands behind his back, and went into the message room to take out a straw hat. "Little brat, you don't even know to wear a hat in such a hot day."

Chang Wei put the hat on his head, twisted his neck and said proudly: "Half a pound of grass leaves in exchange for a straw hat, it's not a loss."