I make a living solving crimes.

After listening to Fan Tuaner's explanation, Chang Wei gradually understood that after the New Year he would be a director and enjoy the treatment of a department or bureau level official.

Although he is just an acting team leader, no one should dare to pick his peaches.

The tall old man is going to Zhenfu as the deputy general manager soon, and a new minister will come, but Chang Wei is not worried at all. Even if someone he can't deal with comes, the worst that can happen is that his organizational relationship will be transferred to the Investigation Department.

Anyway, with the Huanglian version of Hanxiao Banbudian, old man Li won’t die for a while.

Dairy food!

After figuring out the interests involved, he was in a good mood and looked at Fan Tuan'er and asked, "What about you? Didn't you get promoted this time?"

Fan Tuan'er shook his head and said as a matter of course: "I didn't do anything. The credit goes to you."

"Who said you didn't do anything? I can't give you nothing, right?"

"Yes, I will. My father told me that I should get a first-class merit. The people in my team who solved the serial robbery and murder case can get a third-class merit. But now it's your bad review. You only gave me a special merit, which seems a bit lacking. I'm still waiting for the order from the chief."

Chang Wei shuddered.

He quickly changed the subject, "What did our uncle say when you took the bayonet back last night?"

"Good stuff." Fan Tuan'er nodded seriously. "I will send it to the army today to test its hardness. If it is suitable, it can save a lot of steel."

Chang Wei nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that Father Fan still took him seriously!

Saving steel was his original intention.

In the past year, steel production increased significantly in the last few months.

But the quality...

I smashed the pot and melted it into iron, but I still couldn't make a pot.

I broke the knife into pieces and burned it into steel, but I still couldn't forge a knife.

Waste of money.

Fan Tuan'er did not have these feelings. She sighed and said, "It's a pity that our current equipment is too poor. There is still a big gap between us and the two great powers."

Chang Wei doesn't care. He knows shame and then becomes brave. They will be jealous of him in the future.

大驱会有的，航母也会有的，歼20，歼35都会有的，我们还有东风1、2、3、4、5、11、15、16、17......

The most important thing is that the most powerful weapon for individual combat in the future will be unmanned equipment.

This thing is, no exaggeration, far ahead of the rest.

Isn’t there an idiom – No one in the world is interested in you?

He collected these thoughts and encouraged Fan Tuan'er, "I know of two more weapons. I'll draw the blueprints later. You can take them back and let our uncle study them carefully. If you succeed, maybe our uncle will get another star on his shoulder."

"You still have weapon blueprints?" Fan Tuaner blinked his eyes with admiration.

Chang Wei puffed out his chest proudly and waved his hand, "Not worth mentioning."

Fan Tuaner covered her mouth with the back of her hand, and her eyes turned into crescents when she smiled.

Chang Wei stood in the yard, and seeing that there was no one around, he whispered, "I will find a way to get some food before the New Year. You can then say that I asked someone in the Northeast to get it, and distribute it as welfare to the group members at the end of the year."

Fan Tuan'er thought for a moment and asked, "Fine grain?"

"Of course I do. I get coughs when I eat coarse grains."

"How much do you plan to share?"

"Fifty pounds?"

"It's too much. Thirty kilograms is more appropriate."

At the end of the year, each unit will try to find ways to provide benefits to its employees. This is a phenomenon that occurs throughout society, and there is nothing wrong with it even if it gets out.

Units with less ability would go to the outskirts of Beijing to get some eggs and coarse grains, units with more ability would ask the commune leaders to purchase a few pigs, and those with greater ability would use train cars to get specialties from other places.

Fan Tuaner didn't think there was anything wrong with this. They were a small unit and no one paid attention to it every day.

Even if someone is curious, they dare not check.

The Dragon Group also has the identity of the Investigation Department. Who would dare to investigate them without the order from the top leader?

It’s just that fifty kilograms is a bit too much and too high-profile.

"Okay, you are the political commissar, you have the final say." Chang Wei is very obedient and he is not stubborn about these things.

"Food is in short supply now, so you have to charge for this amount of food." Seeing that Chang Wei was about to argue, Fan Tuan'er said calmly, "We'll give it to you based on the market price, and the group will pay for it."

"Is there enough money in the slush fund?"

"We are not short of money. We have 60,000 to 70,000 yuan in our treasury account."

"How come there are so many?"

"We didn't take the stolen money from the crackdown. We used it all to return the stolen money. However, we got two parts from the fines and confiscations. Ji Xiaowang even sent us 20,000 yuan a few days ago."

"Wow, he has made great progress in Tianjin!"

No wonder Aunt Song wanted to go to the market to buy food today.

Chang Wei thought about it and reluctantly agreed to settle the grain supply to the unit according to the market price.

Lu Xun once said that poor love is like a banana, which is either green or yellow, and turns black if the last bite is not eaten.

Chang Wei is not rich. His current personal savings are less than 500 yuan, not even as much as Wu Jimao.

After becoming the section chief, he rarely goes to sell fish.

But he still lives the life he wants.

After all, he is now a department-level cadre.

A famous county-level official in later generations once said that if he wanted, someone would help him realize his dreams during the day.

The person who said this is a good official, he was just describing power.

Chang Wei does not need anyone to realize his dream. He is a noble person, a pure person, a person who is free from vulgarity, and a person who is beneficial to the people.

Well, mostly because he has a system.

He felt nothing wrong in selling grain to the company to make money.

Prices are soaring now, and you can’t buy fine grains even if you have money.

After the Chinese New Year, you needed food coupons to eat steamed buns at a state-owned restaurant.

The two discussed the details, and when they saw Wu Changkun wandering around under the Chuihua Gate, Chang Wei waved and said, "Old Wu, what can I do for you?"

"Team leader, your sausages are ready. I've also cut the meat that the political commissar said each person should get four pounds. When do you think we'll distribute it?"

The meat has been left out for two days. The temperature in the capital is low now, but even so it cannot be left there forever.

Chang Wei hated these trivial matters the most. He liked to get to the bottom of things and get to the bottom of them. So he handed the matter over to Fan Tuaner and strolled back to the office.

The courtyard suddenly became lively.

The first to come to claim the meat were the Suzaku Team. The youngest policewoman looked around for a while and was a little disappointed when she didn't see Chang Wei at the counter. But when she got the meat, she was even more unhappy.

Most of her flesh is lean.

The young policewoman pouted her lips, and seeing the stern expression on Fan Tuaner's face, who was in charge of distributing the meat, she did not dare to speak, and held the straw rope with an unhappy look on her face.

"Zhang Jingjing, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Hu came out of the office and queued up to get the meat. Seeing the little girl mumbling, he walked over to show concern.

"Chief Zhao," the young policewoman greeted him, raising her meat a little to show it to him, "All the meat I was given was lean meat."

In fact, wild boar meat is thin to begin with, and the meat of others is not much better than hers, but at least you can see obvious fat.

Zhao Hu smiled innocently, "It's so good for girls to eat lean meat."

"You are a wealthy family, and you don't know the hunger of a hungry person!" Zhang Jingjing said, and suddenly realized that she had said the wrong thing. She quickly sipped two mouthfuls and ran away with the meat.

Zhang Long came over leisurely, admired the young policewoman's demeanor for a while, and said with a smile: "Now everyone is scrambling for food, and you still dare to complain that the meat is not fat enough. If this gets out, you will be scolded to death."

"Alas, my mom also went to the farmer's market yesterday, but there was no pork to be seen, so she bought two roosters. Guess how much a pound of chicken costs now?"

How would Zhang Long know this? He is a young master at home.

Zhao Hu sighed and said, "Eighty cents, the same price as pork with a ticket."

Zhang Long knew that a chicken used to cost only one dollar, even though he never bought vegetables. He was shocked and asked, "Eighty cents for a chicken?"

"Will you die if you add the word meat?"