I make a living solving crimes.

Chang Wei followed Zhang Youde closely to see Lu Shengli and the other two off, feeling very strange.

He sang a song with a cramp in his head, but shocked everyone.

Zhang Youde turned around with an expression of disbelief on his face, "Did you write the song?"

"what!"

Chang Wei answered vaguely. He was too embarrassed to brazenly say that he could write songs, but he couldn't point to anyone else.

Mr. Lin, who wrote the lyrics, is already 26 this year, but Mr. Lei, who wrote the music, is not even in primary school yet.

I'm sorry, teachers.

Zhang Youde often heard Chang Wei humming an unknown tune recently, and thought that he could really write songs, so he patted his arm vigorously and said, "You write well, and sing well, you have earned face for your father and for me."

Chang Wei smiled shyly and said nothing.

If he could remember it, he would at least complete the sentence: "The great motherland has given me a mission, and the resurgent nation has given me strength."

"Told you about work?"

"Well, skip the public security school and go straight into the job."

"Any ideas?"

"I don't have any idea. I'll just follow you."

"mix?"

"Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue, I'll learn from you."

"It's time to go to work, don't talk nonsense."

"Okay, I'll follow your instructions."

Chang Wei had not yet fully recovered from the conversation. He thought he was just here to report his thoughts and express his stance. Maybe he would be given special attention in school and be given the title of outstanding student or something.

As a result, he has to go to work.

Well, 16 years old doesn't seem to be considered child labor.

Back in the yard, Li Laifu and Wu Jimao came over and expressed their admiration.

"Chang Wei, Chang Wei, please sing the song again."

"Yes, yes, wait a minute, I'll find a pen and paper to write it down."

"Chang Wei, do you have the music score? This is really nice."

"Can you understand the music score? Don't interrupt me. By the way, how do you write the word 'Zhengrong'?"

The two guys were bickering, and the other old policemen followed suit and asked Chang Wei to sing. Even Old Wang and Old Zhang stood under the hanging flower gate and joined in the fun with smiles on their faces.

Helplessly, he could only sing it again.

Moreover, he will go to the Publicity Department of the Municipal Bureau to sing later. He does not know how to compose music, so he can only find professionals to listen to the songs and recognize the music scores.

The lyrics are easy to understand and catchy. When Chang Wei sang it for the second time, some people were already joining in.

Most of the people in the police station were rough guys who had retired from the battlefield, so they could not hear the classical literary flavor of the lyrics, but only felt that they were passionate and powerful.

Guo Gang, who graduated from a border area university, could understand it and couldn't help but shed tears when he recalled the past years.

Jiang Hongxia, who was jokingly called a petty bourgeois by Chang Wei, could also feel the profoundness and heaviness of it, but unfortunately she didn't say it.

Want her to say something good about Chang Wei?

Unless you give me two more candies.

But the cultural and artistic workers of the Publicity Department of the Municipal Bureau were not stingy in praising this song.

Some people like young people who have great ambitions and do not worry about anything.

Some people like to fight the rapids in wind, frost, snow, rain and rapids.

Some people prefer the glorious years and are not afraid of the passing of time.

These eight simple lines of lyrics were turned over and over again by the staff in the Propaganda Department.

"Young Man's Ambition" was originally supposed to be the theme song of the movie "Plainclothes Police" thirty years later. However, under Chang Wei's manipulation, it became the first song written for public security police in the new era.

Half of the people on the floor were crowded outside the Propaganda Department office, eavesdropping.

Chang Wei licked his lips, looked at the watery eyes of the Propaganda Department's female officer, and sang it twice more in a daze. Seeing that the other party seemed to be unsatisfied, he could only look at the instructor Guo Gang who came with him with a wronged look.

Guo Gang stepped forward and said, "Is it almost done? I can sing all eight lines."

The young clerk was unwilling to give up, and indeed was too embarrassed to force Chang Wei to sing again. Seeing that he was about to get up and leave, he quickly held him back and said, "You haven't told me your creative ideas and sources of inspiration yet?"

"Huh?" Chang Wei was confused. He felt more and more that singing was a bad idea. He said vaguely, "I don't have any ideas. I just sing randomly."

The young clerk suddenly became serious. "How can such a positive song be sung randomly? Comrade Chang Wei, please cooperate with me seriously."

Chang Wei was dumbfounded. I don’t have the final say on my song?

He didn't dare to throw a tantrum in front of the Municipal Bureau, so he said carefully: "I really can't say that I have any ideas. My father is a police officer, my master is a police officer, and I grew up in the police station. I think the police are very remarkable after watching them a lot. These lyrics and music came to my mind unconsciously."

The young official then asked, "You grew up in such an environment, so you have always wanted to be a police officer?"

"Ah."

Chang Wei nodded seriously.

He aspires to be a street wanderer, fishing, shopping, and doing nothing every day.

Too bad I can't tell the truth.

"I've read your reports. You once said that we are under the red flag and grow up in the spring breeze. The people have faith and the country has strength, right?"

"Yes, I was born in the old society, but the new era gave me a new life."

The young clerk was very excited. She thought she could write an impassioned propaganda article by grasping this topic. She said excitedly: "Comrade Chang Wei, you have such a firm ideal. Did your father teach you this since you were a child?"

Chang Wei lowered his head and whispered, "Yes, unfortunately my father died two years ago."

The young official wanted to ask more questions, but the leader of the Propaganda Department coughed to stop him, and stepped forward to comfort him: "Chang Wei, don't be sad. You are the descendant of a martyr, and the son of our police. You must uphold the martyrs' will and persist in serving the people."

Chang Wei's eyes reddened and he nodded vigorously.

"Go ahead, come on young man."

Chang Wei stepped out of the office, took a deep breath to cheer himself up, and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Uncle Guo, let's go quickly."

Guo Gang smiled and said, "The girl is quite enthusiastic, why don't you chat with her for a while?"

"Women only slow down how fast I can draw my gun."

"Haha, you're still a kid after all."

"whispering sound."

Chang Wei was not convinced. He said that he was only 16 years old and still had a lot of time to grow. In a few years, he would take out a gun and scare you all.

"Where are you going? You still have to go to the Labor and Personnel Department to handle the paperwork for you."

"Starting work today?"

"Nonsense, can this matter be delayed?"

"No, no, I'll listen to you."

We went down one floor to the Labor and Personnel Section of the Municipal Bureau. There were fewer lively and pretty girls here, but the aunties were still enthusiastic.

The aunties and sisters in the Labor and Personnel Department liked Chang Wei as soon as they saw him. The young man had a handsome face and a heroic look. He could talk and sing, and he had a bright future.

It's a pity that he is too young. If he were three or four years older, he could have set the wedding date today.

Who doesn’t have a daughter or niece?

On July 1958, 7, Chang Wei graduated from the Public Security School ahead of schedule and joined the public security front as a people's policeman at the Gulou Police Station in Dongcheng District, as a level 28 clerk, administrative level 7, with a monthly salary of 25 yuan.

There are three sets of police uniforms for two summers and one winter. The summer uniforms are white on top and blue on the bottom, representing their clean service to the people. There are epaulette buttonholes and epaulette straps on the shoulders. Unfortunately, the police rank system was rejected by the central government, so they can only be left blank.

Because the police rank system failed to pass, the assessment of police officer levels has been restarted. At this stage, the public security system still uses the administrative level distinction.