I make a living solving crimes.

Chang Wei walked out of the Jinmen Municipal Bureau, feeling calm but slightly happy.

Fan Tuaner followed slowly behind him, and couldn't help but smile at his lively appearance.

Be an adult in the wind and rain, and be a child in the sunshine.

She never advised Chang Wei to be calm and mature.

Everyone has a stereotype that you are an official, so you should be more stable and not laugh all the time.

They will draw a circle for you according to their own failed lives, and you should stay in this circle.

Chang Wei refused.

He chooses the life he likes. Who wants to live the same way you imagine?

I didn’t get my position by being steady, and people who are willing to promote me don’t do so because I have a stern face all day long.

In fact, most of the senior executives who respected him admired his frankness and naturalness, and the fact that he did not think about the gains and losses like adults.

He is only sixteen or seventeen years old, but he acts like an old stubborn man all day long. What's the difference between him and a dead object?

For Chang Wei, with the existence of the system, his work and life have become smooth sailing. The most difficult thing is actually managing his mood, mentality and state of mind.

When one is overjoyed, one may easily make mistakes in speaking.

Anger can lead to impoliteness.

Great desires can easily lead to loss of life.

Big words can easily lead to loss of trust.

Being drunk can easily lead to immorality.

Great thoughts easily lead to loss of love,

Great fear can easily lead to loss of integrity.

Great joy is easy to overlook,

Great sorrow can easily make one lose face,

A great shock can easily lead to loss of composure.

No one can control his emotions perfectly. What Chang Wei can do is to use his youthful mentality to neutralize the impact of negative emotions on himself.

Wandering on the streets of Tianjin, you can feel its unique charm and buildings of different styles come into view. They are like witnesses of history, quietly guarding the prosperity and tranquility of this city.

The sparkling waves on the banks of the Haihe River reflect the tenderness and tenacity of this city.

When night falls and the lights dim, Tianjin becomes even more mysterious and romantic.

Chang Wei put away the five pounds of Goubuli steamed buns he had just bought today and walked into the hotel building with ease.

He waited in line for an hour and a half just for this little bun.

Everyone had already returned and were sitting in the living room chatting, waiting for him to come back for dinner.

Li Lai Fu sat alone at the dining table, writing and drawing with a pen and paper.

Chang Wei leaned over to take a look and saw that he was doing arithmetic problems.

"Are you going to college?"

Li Laifu raised his head, his eyes somewhat evasive, and said in embarrassment: "No, these are junior high school math problems. I asked my second brother to help me with them. I practiced them when I had nothing to do."

“What’s the point of learning this?”

"Chang Wei, I only went to high school." Li Laifu's voice was a little low, and he said with a little shame: "My technical secondary school diploma is in care, and I don't understand a lot of things. I can't even calculate the footprint calculation formulas you taught me."

Chang Wei nodded and encouraged: "Then you should do your best."

Fan Tuan'er also came over and gave Li Laifu some advice: "If you study without thinking, you will be lost; if you think without studying, you will be in danger. When you have nothing to do, you can find some cases to try and combine learning and thinking."

Chang Wei hated preaching the most. He rolled his eyes and muttered quietly, "It's cool if you don't think or learn."

Fan Tuan'er was gently criticized, but she was not annoyed. She smiled and said, "Not everyone is born with knowledge like you."

Chang Wei raised his head proudly and patted Li Laifu on the shoulder, "Come on, if you have any questions, you can ask me."

"Thank you, Chang Wei."

Perhaps it was Li Laifu's love of learning that made Wu Jimao feel a little uneasy, but asking him to read books and do exercises was more uncomfortable than killing him. He hesitated for a moment, walked to Chang Wei and said, "Don't you know the Eighteen Fists of Jiaozi? Can you teach me?"

Chang Wei wished he could punch him twice right now.

"Black Dragon, Ten Eight Hands." He almost gritted his teeth and spit out each word.

"Oh, they are the same, they are all dragons." Wu Jimao didn't care about Chang Wei's anger at all, and said with a shameless face: "Can you teach me?"

"When did you become so studious?"

Wu Jimao said seriously, "I just thought about it. If I can't be the head of a chicken, then I can't be the tail of a phoenix. I still need to learn some real skills."

What kind of fucking metaphor is this?

Chang Wei said unhappily: "You really think too much. You are neither the tail of a phoenix nor the head of a chicken. You are useless in the group."

"Chicken ribs...chicken wings? Chang Wei, are you saying I can fly?"

"Yes, fly with those few chicken feathers in your armpits."

Wu Jimao wanted to discuss the matter of heaven with Chang Wei, but Jiang Hongxia grabbed him by the ear and took him away.

Chang Wei watched him getting beaten with a smile, and cheered Jiang Hongxia on from time to time.

You are not a post-90s generation, why do you still want to go to heaven?

Although Wu Jimao is a simpleton, Chang Wei is willing to teach him if he is really willing to learn.

Du Ye listened to their discussion from the side, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

When I woke up in the morning, the air was filled with a damp smell. I opened the window and found that it had rained again last night.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, when Chang Wei went downstairs, Wu Jimao was already twisting his hips to exercise his body, and Du Ye was standing next to him, swinging his arms.

"Really want to learn?"

"Ah."

“I might beat you.”

Wu Jimao pulled aside the short hair on his head, pointed at a scar on it and said, "This was the scar I got when I followed you to catch a thief last time. Do you think I'm scared?"

He held out his broken calf again and said, "This was broken by Li Jun. I didn't scream."

After saying this, he looked at Chang Wei arrogantly, but then felt that it might not be appropriate, so he turned his disdainful gaze to Du Ye standing beside him.

Du Ye was stunned by his gaze. He thought for a moment, checked to see if there was anyone around, unbuttoned two buttons, exposing his shoulder, showing the gunshot wounds that penetrated from front to back.

His gunshot wound was almost healed, but the two vortices left in front and behind could still be distinguished.

Chang Wei slapped his forehead and said, "You should play less with him in the future. I didn't expect intelligence could be contagious. What's the point of showing your scar?"

"Chang Wei, I'm just telling you that I'm not afraid of being beaten. I'm a real man."

Chang Wei laughed. He snorted and said, "What's so great about having a scar? It's because others cut you, not you who cut others."

Wu Jimao was stunned for a while before he said, "You are right."

Chang Wei had not taught them the Eighteen Black Dragon Hands because of considerations for their health.

There are many opinions in later generations about why the Eighteen Moves were banned, some saying that the moves were vicious and cruel, too insidious, and he scoffed at them.

This set of boxing skills is not learned by ordinary police officers. It is a set of boxing skills for defeating the enemy that was summarized by the Heilongjiang Armed Police Corps after many years of experience and actual combat.

We need to mobilize the Armed Police Corps, and we are still worried about being vicious, cruel, and insidious?

The main reasons for the ban are that it is very easy to get injured while practicing and it puts a heavy load on the body.

After Chang Wei developed the "Smiling Half-Step Dian", he really wanted to pass these moves to Wu Jimao, well, Du Ye would be fine too.

Wu Jimao's physique is second only to Chang Wei in the Dragon Group, but he has no method in fighting and had only learned a few short stick moves from Old Man Zhang.

His leg injury had not yet healed, so Chang Wei gave him another pill and asked him to savor it slowly, then started jogging with Du Ye.

Once the physical activities started, right in front of the small western-style building, Chang Wei began to practice the moves, letting the two serve as sparring partners and explaining their applications in various scenarios.

Wu Jimao experienced nine moves and left the remaining nine moves to Du Ye.

While eating breakfast, both of them kept their legs together, still feeling frightened.

Every move they make is aimed at the lower three roads. If they succeed, they can be civil servants for the rest of their lives - working in the palace.