I make a living solving crimes.

The temperature in Beijing is lower than that in Yanbei. It was late autumn when we got on the bus, and early winter when we got off.

The Dragon Group’s courtyard was in a mess.

Carpenter Jin had gathered more than ten craftsmen and was finishing the work in the central courtyard. When he saw Chang Wei coming back, he took him to check the rooms that had been renovated.

Offices, archives, interrogation rooms, detention rooms...

"Where did you get these tiles?" Chang Wei was surprised to see that the interrogation room was covered with patterned tiles.

This thing is now a planned material and is not easy to get.

"I heard that it was a special approval from a leader named Zhang in the ministry. I don't know why the interrogation room had to be tiled and connected to the water pipes. I thought it was for taking a shower."

"Haha, haha." Chang Wei laughed dryly without explaining.

It was probably Father Zhang Long. After all, he was the only one who had such scarce supplies.

Because of the reform, the anti-theft team that originally trained here has moved to the police station auditorium, leaving Wu Jimao strolling in the yard every day with a cane.

Chang Wei said hello and went to the backyard to visit the two old men.

"We've read the newspaper, Xiao Changwei, Yanbei is doing very well."

"Alas, once we went there, we overturned the Public Security Bureau. If we go there again, I'm afraid the local authorities will be on high alert."

"Are you an official who serves the people, or a slave to the bureaucrats?"

"I'm not afraid. Not to mention a director at the division level, I've arrested even department-level officials before."

"That's it, little Chang Wei. Don't let down the great commander's poem."

Chang Wei was silent for a while, then said quietly, "It's all part of my job, I've praised you too much."

Old Man Zhang poured him a cup of tea and rubbed his head. "We have to set an example. This incident can also be regarded as a reminder to the local authorities."

Fan Tuaner had said this before.

Chang Wei certainly understood the chief's intention. Such a high-profile publicity in the Masses Daily was certainly not to make him famous, but rather to serve as a warning.

"My master left a message when he came down the mountain. Practitioners should not talk nonsense. If you can't even love your country and your people, how can you have compassion for all living beings?"

Chang Wei looked at Old Man Zhang in surprise, wondering why he suddenly mentioned this?

But he thought it was a great thing to say.

Those bald thieves in later generations chant scriptures and worship Buddha during the day and indulge in wine and women at night. They say that all living beings are suffering when they open their mouths, and they say that they are compassionate when they close their mouths.

When something really happens, I close the temple gate and start to retreat from the world.

Even so, there are still people who firmly believe it.

By burning incense worth a few dollars, people dare to make wishes worth hundreds of millions in the temple.

Little did you know that temples have started installing lightning rods.

Of course, Old Man Zhang was not talking about the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism. He said this to Chang Wei, "People who practice cultivation in the mountains, officials practice cultivation in the officialdom, it is the same principle. To serve as an official in the court, you must first love your country and the people."

Chang Wei immediately understood and nodded vigorously.

Old Wang leaned against the stove to keep warm and asked, "Is Xiao Du injured this time?"

"Well, the secret agent pulled out a gun and tried to kill me, and he just jumped on me."

"How's the injury?"

"It's okay... I gave him a small piece of the fruit. I didn't dare to give him more."

"......As you should. This child is devoted to you, treat him well." Old Wang took a sip of tea slowly. "Doesn't your family practice traditional Chinese medicine? Just find a recipe and add this fruit to make some pills. Then you will have an excuse when the time comes."

Chang Wei's eyes lit up.

Yes, that's a good way.

My family is a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, so what’s wrong with knowing how to make medicine?

Go back and find a pot to try.

If people can make pills using an induction cooker, it should be okay for me to pinch a few pills in my hands, right?

You can even refine several more types, some for healing, some for strengthening the body, and some for maintaining health.

Just control the portion size.

After chatting with the two old men for a while, Chang Wei returned to the central courtyard.

In the big office, Wu Jimao sighed deeply, feeling heartbroken for having missed a big show.

The Dragon Team made its first public appearance, but he was not there.

After sighing for a while, his mind turned and an idea came to him.

"I say, since we have already made it public, can't everyone come up with a code name? For example, Chang Wei is Ya... We can also have a code name, it will be so impressive if we say it out loud."

Chang Wei opened his little notebook, wrote this down, then sat down leisurely and listened to Wu Jimao continue talking nonsense.

We are not Wolf Warriors, so why do we have to give each of us a code name?

He was dismissive, but the others were very interested.

Probably because he felt that this was a very exciting thing.

"I want to be called Bi'an."

"Then I'll call Ba Xia."

"Isn't Baxia a cuckold?"

"You are the cuckold, and you are the cuckold at that."

Zhang Long and Zhao Hu were arguing, but the others ignored them and discussed their favorite code names.

He acted very serious and seemed to be taking it very seriously.

Fan Tuan'er knocked on the table and said, "I have no objection to you giving me a code name, but don't use Longzi's name carelessly, or you'll get into trouble if it gets out."

Ji Xiaowang nodded repeatedly, "Sister Tuan'er is right, we can't use Longzi, only the team leader can... let's use the divine beast as the code name?"

"That's fine." Wu Jimao jumped up quickly and took the initiative. "I'll call her Qinglong and Hongxia Baihu."

The originally lively scene suddenly became dead silent.

The young policewoman was too embarrassed to stand up. She picked up the enamel pot at hand and threw it at Wu Jimao.

Wu Jimao dodged, confused. "White tigers are so nice, majestic and beautiful."

Chang Wei quickly stopped him, "Shut up, if you continue talking, I'll seal your mouth."

The argument ended after get off work and the winner was decided.

Wu Jimao got Qinglong as he wished.

Jiang Hongxia politely declined the title of White Tiger and snatched the title of Vermillion Bird.

Li Laifu was a non-confrontational person and was given the name Xuanwu.

Ji Xiaowang accepted the white tiger with grievance.

Zhang Long calls himself Qilin.

Zhao Hu snatched the Pi Xiu.

When it came to Du Ye, Chang Wei helped him choose a very rare auspicious beast: Bai Ze.

After hearing the explanation, everyone felt it was correct.

Isn't this the luckiest one in the Dragon Group?

Every time he goes out, he commits a serious crime. He was shot but still alive and kicking.

As for Fan Tuaner, she said she didn't want any nickname.

Investigators in the Investigation Department actually have code names, but outsiders don’t know them.

The setting sun dyed the sky red, and walking in the alleys, the air was filled with the aroma of cooked food.

Chang Wei quickened his pace.

Chang Xiaoman was the most excited to see him come back. She hugged his legs and cried loudly, pointing at Chang Da and complaining about the grievances she had suffered these days.

"When mom falls asleep, I have to sleep. When mom wakes up, I have to wake up. She thinks I'm annoying when she stays at home and dirty when she goes out to play. If I don't speak, I'm dumb. If I speak, I'm talking back..."

Chang Wei held her in his arms and patted her on the back.

Now her uncle has become a rescuer, coming back to save her life.

Just when Chang Xiaoman was comforted, Yang Min started arguing with Chang Long again.

Without talking about studying, the mother and son are loving and filial, hugging each other.

When it comes to studying, there's chaos and lots of yelling.

Today’s Chinese homework is another fill-in-the-blank question: () big () thick.

The best filling is "wealthy".

If you know fewer characters, you can fill in the blanks with bold and thick characters.

As a result, Chang Long wrote: (My) stool is thick.

Yang Min was so angry that she almost died on the spot.