I make a living solving crimes.

The night scene in the south of the Yangtze River is an elegant ink painting, gently spreading between heaven and earth.

Chang Wei stood quietly outside the grain store, looking at the pink walls and black tiles around him, listening to the soft Wu dialect, and looking up at the bright moon in the sky.

After a long while, he retracted his gaze and said to Li Jianping: "Please help me. Find out about the situation of Ah Xing's family."

This is not difficult. Li Jianping is a local and a public security officer. He can find out by going to the neighborhood committee or the police station.

He received the order, thought for a moment, and whispered to comfort: "Team Leader Chang, don't worry too much. If there are any difficulties, the street will take care of it."

Chang Wei chuckled and nodded, "I know. If you haven't met him, it's fine. But if you do, you have to ask."

He finally said quietly, "This Ah Xing should be about the same age as me."

Li Jianping sighed and did not try to persuade him any further.

Chang Wei knew that his personal abilities were limited. If he wanted to live a good life, he should not meddle in other people's business.

He couldn't help the poor people in the world, but since he saw him, he believed it was also a kind of fate.

Help as many people as you can within your ability!

When he first came here, he only had more than 20 yuan from fishing. His family didn't even have enough to eat, but he was willing to spend all of it to buy two old hens from an old woman. He was even called a saint and an idiot.

But he never reflected on it.

Empathy is the greatest, yet most tragic, ability of human beings. Even though one's own life is not satisfactory, one cannot help but feel the sufferings of the world.

The grain store is a state-owned unit. In order to make it easier for people to buy grain after get off work at the end of the month, the store closes a little later. However, it is still time to close at seven o'clock.

The workers all came out, and Chang Wei saw the man in charge of weighing at the counter and the young boy Ah Xing who was with him mixed in the crowd.

The young man seemed very happy. He counted the bills in his hand three times and said excitedly, "Uncle, I made 60 cents today."

Each bag weighed two cents, and he carried three hundred bags.

Fortunately, the granary is only a dozen meters away from the accounting counter in front.

I just don't know how such amazing strength is hidden in his thin body.

The man held his arms like a wooden man, not daring to move too much when walking. He turned stiffly and looked at Ah Xing and said, "Silly boy, you've been carrying it all night, are you tired?"

"Not tired." Ah Xing answered simply, and then asked expectantly: "Uncle, can I come again tomorrow?"

"Yes, but wait until you can move tomorrow." The man looked at the boy with pity and said, "I have some loose wine at home. I'll ask Shui'e to bring it to you later. Ask her to pour the wine into her palms and rub it on your legs and shoulders."

"No, it's okay." The boy put the money carefully into his pocket and responded shyly.

"As a father, I am willing to do this, and yet you are still shy?" the man scolded in annoyance.

The boy stopped talking and followed the man obediently. Seeing that the man kept his arms raised, he asked curiously, "Uncle, what kind of fabric are your sleeves made of? They are so striped and ridged. They can absorb so much flour!"

"This is called corduroy. It was just produced in Changzhou last year. It's not cheap. I asked my friend for some scraps of cloth and asked your aunt to sew it for me."

"No wonder it's so fancy."

"Are you still complaining?" The man said proudly, "My two arms can at least sweep down one or two sides. Two times at noon and night, I can save five or six kilograms of flour a month."

"But you have to carry it like this every day after get off work, it must be so tiring!"

"As long as I can fill my stomach, why worry about being tired?"

"Uncle is right. I am not afraid of being tired, but I am afraid that my brothers and sisters will not have enough to eat."

Chang Wei and Fan Tuaner walked not far behind the two of them, listening to their conversation silently.

What men do is essentially taking advantage of others.

But the two of them had no intention of asking any questions.

This is just some survival wisdom of the lower-class people.

I walked home with my arms raised every day, and I could only eat five or six kilograms of flour in a month.

Peng Mancang alone caused the loss of 500,000 kilograms of grain.

Thinking of him, Chang Wei became more determined to get to the bottom of it!

After walking for a few minutes and turning into an alley, Li Jianping came running towards them. The frightened man quickly hid in the corner, fearing that he would be hit by him.

After they walked a little further away, Li Jianping reported: "Team Leader Chang, we have found out the situation. Ah Xing's father is indeed recuperating at home, but it is not due to physical reasons. He was beaten by some hooligans and injured his lungs."

Chang Wei frowned and asked, "What does his father do? How did he have a conflict with the little gangster?"

"He was working as a transporter at the grain depot. The police report said that he was on his way home from get off work when a few hooligans bumped into him and started a fight with him, cursing at each other. Then he was beaten."

"The granary... really interesting. Is there anyone else in his family?"

"He has a 10-year-old brother and a 7-year-old sister. His mother had a difficult labor when giving birth to his sister and couldn't be saved."

It is about the same size as Chang Tian and Chang Long.

Chang Wei stopped and asked, "You injured your lungs, didn't your company take care of it?"

"The grain depot said it wasn't a work-related injury, but rather that his father had a fight with some hooligans. They were only willing to reimburse 50% of the medical expenses. His father didn't want to be hospitalized, so he stayed at home to recover."

"What about the case? Has it been solved?"

"After the fight, the man ran away and was not caught."

Chang Wei smiled sinisterly, looked at Fan Tuan'er and said, "I just happened to be working at the grain depot, Sister Tuan'er, isn't that a coincidence?"

Before he became a policeman, his father told him that people in this line of work must never believe in coincidences. Even if they are true, they must carefully verify them before making a judgment.

Fan Tuaner knew very well the anger in Chang Wei's heart at the moment.

That smile clearly contained hostility and murderous intent.

"Comrade Li Jianping." She said sternly, "I have a difficult task for you now."

Li Jianping understood immediately and stood up straight and said, "Please rest assured, leader. I promise to bring the person back."

If it were normal times, he wouldn't dare to guarantee it.

Now... the entire province is keeping an eye on the Dragon Group. They say they want to catch a few small hooligans, and the provincial public security system will find them even if they have to turn the entire city of Lin'an upside down.

Moreover, he has been working for more than 20 years and was a policeman for ten years after the founding of the People's Republic of China. He also does not believe in coincidences.

Maybe these little hooligans are involved in a big case!

Outside Ah Xing's yard, Chang Wei listened to the noise in the house but did not go in. He took out five yuan from his pocket and handed it to Li Jianping, "Go in and take the statement, and give them this money by the way."

He couldn't bear to see people suffering.

Fan Tuan'er gently consoled him, "Chang Wei, this is why the proletariat wants a revolution, but our revolution has not yet been fully successful, and we still need to continue working hard."