I make a living solving crimes.

People eat for food.

The grain administration agencies after the founding of the People's Republic of China have undergone many changes, but the word "grain" has always been associated with the names of the agencies.

The name of an institution is generally composed of the region name, vector name and level name.

For example, in the Ministry of Food, "national" is the name of the region, "food" is the name of the vector, and "ministry" is the name of the level specification. Because the levels of administrative agencies mainly include government, ministry, commission, office, bureau, department, hall, bureau, division, and section, the affiliation between agencies can be seen from the names of the agencies.

But there is a special unit in the food system - the food company.

In theory, the Provincial Grain Bureau is the competent authority and provides operational guidance to grain companies, but the two are at the same level and are not subordinate to each other.

The provincial grain company’s superior unit is the State Ministry of Grain.

It was not until the 70s that the Ministry of Food underwent a major transformation. It merged with the Ministry of Commerce, the National Supply and Marketing Cooperatives and the Central Administration for Industry and Commerce to become part of the Ministry of Commerce, and the Grain Company was also transformed into a state-owned enterprise.

Anyone who can be a leader in the provincial grain company must be a Party member.

Everyone in the Dragon Group couldn’t figure it out. Even Chang Wei didn’t dare to go in, so how could he dare to do that?

"What did he come to ask for?" Zhang Long and Zhao Hu blocked the receptionist's way and asked sinisterly, "Don't say he came to ask the Buddha to bless the country with peace and prosperity."

The monk in charge of reception was so frightened that he was sweating profusely and was trembling with fear, not knowing how to answer.

"If you don't tell me, don't blame me for sending troops to seal your mountain gate." Zhang Long threatened unceremoniously.

The monk in charge of reception became even more panicked.

He didn't think Zhang Long was joking.

Now it can be said that the mountain gate can be closed!

As they were talking, the vermilion gate of the temple opened wide, and a middle-aged man with a protruding belly walked out, accompanied by six or seven followers and an old monk.

Seeing Chang Wei and his men surrounding the monk in charge of reception, the attendant shouted, "Who dares to act wildly in front of the Tonghui Temple?"

Today is a weekday and there are not many pilgrims coming and going. It is very quiet and deserted in front of Tonghui Temple, and his voice is particularly prominent.

Chang Wei looked up and sneered, "Manager Peng is so arrogant. I wonder if he is worshipping Ma Gong, Ben Gong, or offering incense to the Lords? Today is not his birthday!"

The middle-aged man called Manager Peng's face changed, but the followers beside him did not immediately understand what Chang Wei meant. They shouted and prepared to rush over to hold Chang Wei and others down.

As a result, Chang Wei took out a five-six-and-a-half-pike from his shoulder bag. He just shook his hand lightly and threw out the three-edged spike. "Swords and guns have no eyes. Keep charging if you are not afraid of death."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu had already dispersed to both sides, each holding a pistol with bullets loaded. Even Fan Tuaner put his hands on his waist. Only Lao Wang took two steps towards Chang Wei nervously, holding a willow-leaf knife used for dissecting corpses in his hand.

If they only had pistols, the followers following Manager Peng would at most panic and look for cover.

But what Chang Wei was holding was a rifle, a standard military rifle.

The old monk who escorted Manager Peng out saw that the situation was not good, so he ran back to the temple with his bald head in his arms. His hands and feet were nimble and he didn't look old at all.

The few pilgrims around also moved away.

Manager Peng was so scared that he almost peed his pants.

The other party came prepared, carrying a spear, and was able to reveal his identity in one breath...

Who are they?

Robbers?

What kind of robber is so bold and brings a woman and an old man with him.

"Don't move, no one. I'm not a good shooter. Sometimes I want to hit the leg but hit the head instead." Chang Wei calmly held down the gun and turned to Zhao Hu and said, "Call someone and ask the comrades from the Investigation Department to bring a car over."

This time the phone is indeed being dialed, so it is not wrong to say that it is calling someone.

Zhao Hu put away his gun, turned around and ran. He had not run a few steps when he saw a pilgrim on a bicycle watching the fun blankly. He took out his ID and confiscated it.

When Manager Peng heard that Chang Wei was calling the Investigation Department, his legs and feet started to weaken, and he said hesitantly, "Little comrade, I, we are... we are one family."

Zhang Long interrupted with a loud shout, "Get lost! Our leaders enjoy the treatment of department and bureau level officials. You should keep a young comrade like me for yourself. Who the hell is your ally?"

Manager Peng looked pale.

Chang Wei's accent was fairly normal Mandarin, and he couldn't figure out where the other person was coming from.

Although Zhang Long did not say words like "Beijing people" or "very authentic", the Beijing accent can still be heard in his voice.

I heard before that a senior leader was coming from Beijing for an inspection and would arrive this afternoon. He came to burn incense in the morning to pray for a safe passage.

Unexpectedly, people arrived early in the morning and were blocked.

It was a pity that he was being held at gunpoint, his CPU was smoking, and he had no idea how to deal with it.

Just as he was getting anxious, several police officers on patrol bicycles came to the intersection. He suddenly got nervous and shouted, "Comrade police, comrade police, there is someone with a gun committing a crime here."

Even if Chang Wei wanted to shoot at this moment, he couldn't care less!

When the policemen heard the shouting, they pedaled faster and came over. When they got closer, they saw clearly that Chang Wei and others were indeed holding long and short guns in their hands. They were horrified.

They were quite brave. They didn't run away. Instead, they left their bicycles behind and quickly found some big trees to hide behind. They shouted, "We are the police. Put down your guns."

Before Chang Wei could speak, Fan Tuan'er lowered her hands from her waist, slowly walked a few steps towards the tree, took out her work ID from her inner pocket and showed it to the police, saying, "We are the inspection team from Beijing, here to help General Wang."

The local authorities have been informed of Wang Yong's inspection tour in the south of the Yangtze River. These policemen went out on patrol because they were afraid that the leader's first stop would be the West Lake.

Hearing that they were paving the way for General Wang, the middle-aged policeman in charge felt a little more at ease. He signaled everyone to remain on guard, and he stepped out courageously. He took the work permit from Fan Tuaner's hand, looked at it carefully, and gently touched the stamp on the photo.

Not fake!

He returned the work permit with both hands respectfully and saluted, "Comrade leader, Li Jianping from Daying Police Station reports to you."

Fan Tuan'er took back his work permit, returned the greeting, and said in a clear voice, "Our team leader found that some party members and cadres went to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha. During the investigation, they encountered violent resistance from the other party, and they are being arrested."

After hearing this, Li Jianping immediately straightened his chest and said, "The police officers of Daying Police Station are willing to obey orders. Please give the order, leader."

Even a fool would know that, not to mention the identities of Fan Tuaner and others, this guy is doomed just by the fact that party members burned incense!

If you don't show your ability now, what are you waiting for?

On the steps, Manager Peng was shivering, and a stream of yellow liquid flowed down his trouser legs in front of the temple gate.