I make a living solving crimes.

Daughter slave.

Chang Wei secretly complained about Father Fan in his heart.

Little did he know that in the eyes of others, he was the real daughter slave.

Chang Xiaoman is so arrogant that you can pee on his head!

Of course, he would love to!

Chang Wei really thinks his daughter is good.

In the previous life, there were two identical ordinary families. The family that gave birth to a daughter drove around the country after retirement, while the family that gave birth to a son picked up garbage everywhere in the community after retirement.

After being treated so coquettishly by Fan Tuan'er, Fan's father didn't dare to ask any more questions. Both of them worked in confidential units, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment. Chang Wei immediately turned the topic to Fan's mother and started chatting.

There is an important link involved.

Mother Fan sat on the sofa, holding an old photo album in her hands, with a faint smile on her face, immersed in memories.

Chang Wei gently placed a cup of hot tea on the coffee table in front of her, "Aunt, have a cup of hot tea to warm yourself up."

Mother Fan raised her head, her eyes gleaming with surprise. She took the teacup and felt the warmth of Chang Wei's palm. "Child, you are still very careful."

Pointing to the dim and blurry photo, the child in the photo had probably just learned to walk. He was wearing a clumsy coarse cotton coat, standing in a simple walker, looking stupidly in the direction of the camera.

“This was taken when Tuan’er was just one year old.”

Chang Wei looked at the photo and found traces of Fan Tuan'er in the child's eyes and eyebrows. "Sister Tuan'er was quite fun when she was young."

"It's fun, isn't it?" Fan's mother said with a little pride, "At that time in the base, everyone liked her. Every time she came out to bask in the sun, they would rush to hug her."

Chang Wei nodded in agreement.

Fan Tuaner did not interrupt her mother, but sat quietly aside and listened.

This scene feels comfortable no matter how you look at it.

The scene of him and his mother getting along harmoniously filled her heart with tenderness.

If my younger brother hadn't left, I would probably be as filial as he is now.

Maybe my mother thought so too.

But people say a son-in-law is half a son...

As he thought, Fan Tuaner's thoughts floated into the sky along the Tyndall light that came through the window, and wandered around with the wind.

Lunch was prepared by Fan's mother, with Chang Wei helping out.

Seeing him chopping the side dishes skillfully, Fan's mother was obviously a little bit unbelievable, "Son, you can cook?"

Fan Tuan'er leaned against the door frame and said proudly, "His cooking is delicious."

As a result, Fan's mother rolled her eyes and said, "What are you so proud of? It's as if it's glorious that you can't cook."

Fan Tuan'er was hit by her mother and threatened aggrievedly: "Stop it!"

Mother Fan sneered, but gave her daughter face by not continuing to speak. She turned around and excitedly chatted with Chang Wei about cooking.

Fan Tuaner took a quick look, put his hands behind his back, placed them on both sides of his waist and hips, and walked briskly back to the living room to complain to Fan's father.

Father Fan lit a cigarette, listened to his daughter chattering in his ear, looked at the joy on her face, and sighed deeply.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the appointed engineer arrived on time.

After looking at the design drawings, they were very curious about how Chang Wei, a junior high school graduate, conceived these two weapons, especially the 40mm round.

Of course, not having a diploma does not mean being uneducated. Due to historical reasons, there are indeed many great people among the people in this era.

But after Father Fan introduced Chang Wei's identity within the system, these engineers wisely shut up.

He is a section-level cadre in the Investigation Department, and his minister is the deputy chief of the General Staff. If he gets to the bottom of it, he might get into trouble.

However, when Chang Wei heard that they were from Factory 247, he thought for a moment and asked about the multiple rocket launchers.

In light of the experience of the Korean War, the country began to accelerate the research on rocket launchers after the war.

Our army is still mainly composed of light infantry, and the priority is light rocket launchers.

While developing the 1963-style 130mm rocket launcher, researchers also developed a light mountain rocket launcher.

This is the 107 rocket launcher that became famous in later generations.

Chang Wei didn't know much about rocket launchers, but he had played with them in his previous life, so if he could offer some insights, perhaps they could help these engineers avoid many detours.

"Director Chang, you really should come to our factory to do research." An engineer named Yang slapped his thigh and said excitedly: "Haha, this time in addition to the 130 rocket launcher, we will also be ahead of the 847 factory in mountain rocket launchers."

"Engineer Yang...you said that mountain rocket launchers are not being developed by your factory?"

"Well, they are all state-owned factories. We are the same as Factory 847."

Same shit!

One is in Shanxi and the other is in Shaanxi.

Only then did Chang Wei realize that he had found the wrong person.

In other words, he instigated Factory 247 to steal the glory that Factory 847 would have originally had.

The only thing that can comfort me is that both 130 and 107 have just been launched and the technicians have not put in too much effort.

After discussing R&D matters, Chang Wei said goodbye and left the Fan family. Fan's mother accompanied Fan Tuaner to send him to the gate of the compound, and repeatedly told him to come to their house when he had time.

The backyard was filled with joy. When he came back, Chang Xiaoman ran over happily, hugged his neck, and said mysteriously, "Uncle, my mother is looking for my father for me."

Chang Wei's heart skipped a beat. He looked at the little girl nervously. Seeing that she looked calm, he asked with concern, "Do you want your mother to find a father for you?"

The little girl thought about it seriously, shook her head and said, "That's my mother's business. It has nothing to do with me."

Chang Wei asked curiously, "How can it be unrelated to find a father for you?"

"My last name is Chang, and I'm my eldest uncle's child." The little girl answered as a matter of course.

Chang Wei hugged the little girl in his arms and patted her back with heartache, and then he heard Chang Long floating over from behind him and said contemptuously: "What's the use of having the surname Chang? There are so many people with the surname Chang in the family, but they still can't beat three people with other surnames."

Three people with different surnames... Old Lady Chang, Grandma Chang, and Mother Chang...

Chang Wei was frightened by his sister's words.

You are really not afraid of death!

"Are you going back to school to get your transcript tomorrow?"

Chang Long was furious and threw himself on Chang Wei, scratching him randomly. After a while, he said, "I don't do well in the exam because it's for the good of my family."

Chang Wei just looked at her quietly.

"Really? Mom said that as long as I study hard, she will sell everything she has to support me. Big brother, we only have two pots. How are we going to eat if we break them?"

What a good girl who is thrifty and manages the household well!

Du Ye came before dinner.

He came to report on his work, but when he saw Chang Wei, he couldn't help feeling a little nervous, and didn't even dare to look Chang Da in the eye.

Chang Long put her hands behind her back and walked up to him, "Brother Du, are you going to marry my sister?"

Du Ye nodded slightly.

"Then I have something to say to you."

Du Ye sat down obediently and listened to the teachings of his future sister-in-law.

"My eldest sister has loved me the most since I was a child. If she marries you in the future, if you dare to bully her and make her cry..."

Du Ye felt flustered by what Chang Long said, and didn't know how to curry favor with his sister-in-law. After thinking for a while, he took out ten yuan from his pocket and handed it over.

Chang Long looked at the ten yuan in front of him with a stiff neck, took it woodenly, thought for a moment and said: "Then be gentle when you hit her."