I make a living solving crimes.

Until 1995, there were regulations on purchasing soft sleeper berths when riding a train, and management measures for soft sleeper berths on railway passenger trains were introduced.

Simply put, if you want to take a soft sleeper, you must meet one of the three conditions.

1. At least employees;

2. Deputy Directors must be over 50 years old;

3. Senior professional title, 50 years old or above.

Chang Wei and the others don't meet any of the requirements.

In addition, there is another group of people who can sit in soft sleeper trains: those carrying confidential documents and valuables.

This condition is very flexible.

Because there is no way to verify it.

When Chang Wei left Beijing, the letter of introduction issued by Fan Tuaner was a special letter, which contained a clause stating that the person carrying the letter was carrying confidential documents.

Chang Wei has become accustomed to such privileges.

In his previous life, he hated privilege very much - because he was not a member of the privileged class.

Alas, the butt determines the head.

As soon as Shi Ge and the other four came out of the bus station, they were frightened by the queue waiting outside. Two cars with the words "Public Security Bureau" and "Investigation Bureau" written on the doors were already waiting there.

The two bureaus escorted them to the train station with great respect. The chiefs of the police stations inside and outside the station had been waiting eagerly and politely welcomed them in.

At this time, the young man finally realized that the young men who had been laughing and joking with him for the past two days seemed not simple.

He also sent the county magistrate to Xingtai, but he didn't receive the same treatment.

After getting on the train, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu took their bedding tickets to get their bedding. Chang Wei closed the door of the compartment, sat by the window on the lower bunk, and watched the people coming and going on the platform. He sighed, "Your parents really love you."

Fan Tuan'er shook the thermos, opened the cork and saw the steam rising, then took out tea leaves to make tea for Chang Wei, "I don't have such good treatment. This was arranged by the two ministers and my father after I made a phone call yesterday. We were afraid that something might happen to you."

"Are you worried that something will happen to me? Are you worried that I will cause trouble?" Chang Wei snorted twice, retracted his gaze, and leaned back. "You didn't come back until midnight last night, and I didn't have time to ask. Are you sure?"

Fan Tuan'er's movements while pouring the water trembled. She covered the thermos and placed it under the small table. She placed the teacup in front of Chang Wei and nodded gently, "I found Zheng Sancai."

"How is he now?"

"I live in a small town under Ping County. My household registration shows that I have three children. The eldest is a daughter, 17 years old, and the second is a son, 16 years old. The younger son is only 9 years old."

"So second brother...so your brother should be alive."

"Yes, the eldest and second oldest in his family are only half a year apart in age."

Chang Wei leaned against the board and smiled, "Do you feel at ease now?"

"...We'll talk about it when we meet."

"What is his name now?"

Fan Tuan'er was stunned for a moment before she realized that she was asking about her brother. She looked at Chang Wei with resentment and whispered, "Zheng Li."

Chang Wei was confused by the look on his face, and only came to his senses when he heard the name, "Zheng Li, luckily it's not Fan Li."

Fan Tuaner rolled her eyes beautifully, sat down on the lower bunk opposite Chang Wei, and said softly: "My father's idea is similar to yours. He told me not to recognize him for the time being, to find him first and see what happens."

She paused for a moment, glanced at the door of the box, and after a moment of consideration, she lowered her voice and said, "There are too many changes now. I just had a meeting in Jiangxi not long ago."

Chang Wei understood instantly.

Mr. Fan thinks longer-term than I do.

He was only thinking about whether Zheng Li and Zheng Sancai's family could adapt to their changed lives after rashly bringing them to the capital.

Father Fan is considering whether to put all his eggs in one basket.

He had to be cautious because of the lesson he learned from the meeting that had just ended in the mountains in Jiangxi.

Chang Wei did not continue talking about this topic. He listened to the noise coming from the corridor outside, waved his hand, and closed his eyes to rest.

This kind of thing cannot be discussed at all.

I didn’t know anything before and was just pretending.

Now you know everything, but you are pretending to be blind.

After a while, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu came back with bedding. The moment the door of the box opened, a strong smell of stinky feet, sweat, and the aroma of braised food came in.

Zhang Long put the quilt down, went out for a walk and came back with two paper bags in his hands.

The big one contains buns and the small one contains braised eggs.

"You guys eat the eggs, leave the buns for me."

"Oh, it's meat buns again." Zhao Hu opened a bun and took a look, curiously asking, "Why don't you eat eggs?"

"My wife won't let me eat it, saying it's too much eggs and my shorts are too high."

The three of them were confused. After a while, Chang Wei asked cautiously, "Did your wife say that your cholesterol is too high?"

"Yes, that's right." Zhang Long nodded vigorously in confirmation, "I just don't understand, what is the connection between eggs and shorts?"

After saying this, Fan Tuaner didn't touch the braised eggs until he got off the car.

The train was running across the wilderness, spewing out thick white smoke, like a giant steel beast.

Because Fan Tuaner was there, Zhang Long didn't dare to say anything nonsense, so the whole journey was unremarkable.

The same principle applies to a team and a family. The chief officer is like the man of the family, and the political commissar is like the woman of the family. They work together to support the team and the family.

A man is the backbone of a family, a woman is the feng shui of a family, and the same goes for a team.

When Fan Tuaner is around, the Dragon Group is full of righteousness.

When Fan Tuaner is not around, he always looks vulgar or stupid.

......

Friends who frequently traveled around the country around the year 2000 should have a deep impression of Changsha Railway Station.

This is the provincial capital of the great man’s hometown. The design theme of Changsha Railway Station is: a single spark can start a prairie fire. The big torch on the bell tower can be said to be a landmark building in Changsha.

But in fact, the construction of this railway station only started in 1975 and was completed and opened to traffic in 1977.

If you come to Changsha now, you should still go to Xiaowumen Railway Station.

In 1911, Xiaowumen Railway Station was built during the construction of the Guangdong-Hankou Railway from Changsha to Wuchang.

During the Anti-Japanese War, Xiaowumen Railway Station was reduced to rubble.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, it was repaired and patched up until it could no longer bear the burden, so a new station was built.

Changsha at that time was not yet a star city. Not to mention the foot massage parlors all over the streets, there were not even many decent buildings.

After all, the whole city was reduced to ruins by fire.

You can learn about the Wenxi Fire and the three battles.

Little-known fact: the two cities in the world that suffered the most damage during World War II were Stalingrad in the Soviet Union and Changsha in China.

Hiroshima and Nagasaki don't count; they weren't cities; they were pigsties.

How could the Japanese have given birth to the second dimension without being hit by two atomic bombs?

So, that's a good thing.

I hope there will be seventh and eighth dimensions in the future.

Coming out of the station, the ruins after the fire are no longer visible. The rebuilt Changsha is full of vitality. Occasionally, some streets are being repaired and rebuilt, and the workers are very enthusiastic.

Although there were no modern machinery, the lively scene and the continuous sounds of cheers were full of the joy of labor.

It was still early and they had slept all the way on the train, so the four of them didn't disturb anyone and went straight to the long-distance bus station to buy tickets to Pingxian.

The two places are only two hundred and fifty miles apart.