I make a living solving crimes.

The breeze is warm and the sunset has completely immersed behind Leifeng Mountain. The entire West Lake lies quietly, allowing the afterglow of the sunset to gently caress the surface of the lake, painting a romance with the sunset glow.

The evening bell of Nanping sounded from afar, and the weeping willows by the lake swayed gently in the breeze, as if singing a melodious song.

Chang Wei was strolling in the courtyard of the guesthouse. Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, he said softly without turning back, "Don't worry, Sister Tuan'er, I'm very good at adjusting my mood."

The footsteps stopped and Fan Tuaner stopped behind him without saying a word.

"We must be optimistic about the future. Pessimism is meaningless and can only bring more negative energy. I choose to be optimistic, even if it is wrong, rather than be pessimistic, even if it is right."

Fan Tuaner listened to the new words from Chang Wei's mouth, savored the meaning, nodded and said: "Chang Wei, nothing can defeat you!"

Chang Wei turned around and smiled, "A good man has three qualities: a savage body, a civilized brain, and an unconquerable spirit. You see, I already have two of them. Now all I need is a savage body."

Fan Tuaner also laughed.

Isn't your body wild?

"Let's go, the minister is almost here." Chang Wei jumped on the spot, adjusted his coat and trouser legs, and waved his hand, "Walk, walk, walk, walk, and sweep away the melancholy and sorrow of the world."

The vehicle left the guesthouse and headed along the street towards the train station.

On the outskirts of the city, troops are already in place and ready to go at any time.

When Chang Wei was stabbed and the granary was opened, the whole incident was no longer a simple anti-corruption issue.

Wang Yong is never as gentle as he appears. When he is angry, he will curse and kill people.

On December 1937, 12, Japanese pirates invaded Lin'an in three groups in the rain, and the city station was blown up.

The newly built railway station adopts the ancient architectural style of the Nara period, with a brick, wood and concrete structure, a large roof, green glazed tiles, plain walls, brackets and flying eaves. There are four iron bells on the corners of the eaves, which symbolize good luck. The simple and elegant architectural style complements the ancient city of Lin'an, making it a landmark building.

When Chang Wei walked in, the minister's train had not arrived yet. There were only a few dim chandeliers on the platform, swaying gently in the wind, leaving behind swaying shadows.

At this time, the troops had taken over the platform where the minister's train was to stop. When Wang Yong saw Chang Wei, he pulled him over and rubbed his head vigorously, then proudly said to the middle-aged man beside him: "This is little Chang Wei. What do you think? Handsome, right?"

The first secretary smiled and nodded, praising: "Young hero, amazing."

Chang Wei already knew who he was from the system, and said modestly: "You're welcome. I'm sorry to trouble you by coming to Lin'an, please don't mind."

Before the first secretary could say anything, Wang Yong waved his hand and said, "Are you causing trouble? You saved his life."

"Yes, this is indeed a life-saving thing!" The first secretary nodded with a wry smile.

I went to the grain warehouse this afternoon.

He couldn't even imagine how much of an impact it would have on Lin'an if this matter continued to be delayed and suddenly broke out one day.

This is the Provincial Grain Corporation. When rumors spread among the people, there will be a run on grain coupons across the province...

"Comrade Chang Wei, you guys did a great job on this. Otherwise, if the news got out, it would be disastrous."

Chang Wei shook his head and said, "Leader, this matter cannot be concealed for a few days. When the operation begins tonight, rumors will surely spread."

"We have issued a notice that the publicity system across the province will be consistent."

Chang Wei opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but Wang Yong saw it. He patted Chang Wei on the back and said, "Just say whatever you want to say."

Chang Wei pondered and considered his words, saying, "Although rumors stop at the wise, most people don't even know how to read. What I mean is that we blow the whistle ourselves and use newspapers, radio stations, and broadcasts to inform the public of the truth of the case and reduce their room for speculation."

After that, he whispered, "You can also conceal some of the losses appropriately, but you don't have to be too specific."

"After all, it's a scandal. Will it make the people lose trust in us?" The first secretary hesitated.

"How dare you report Zhang and Liu's affairs?"

Chang Wei smiled and admired the old man more and more.

The killing was merciless and there was no concealment at all. It was completely public and served as a warning to the whole party.

The first secretary frowned and thought.

Neither Chang Wei nor Wang Yong said anything else.

This is a local government matter, and they have done their duty by giving a reminder.

Jiang Hongxia could not participate in such occasions. She walked back and forth aimlessly on the platform. Suddenly, she saw figures gathering on the opposite platform. Her brows furrowed, but she did not dare to show off, so she jumped off the platform and walked over.

Only after she crossed the tracks and climbed back onto the platform could she see clearly.

Gathered here is a group of laborers, most of whom are middle-aged, and there are also a few women among them.

There are some people like this at every train station and dock. They don’t have formal jobs and just earn a living by working hard.

They either help passengers carry their luggage or help unload goods at the station, and the charges are very low.

"Girl, do you have work to do?" A middle-aged couple came over with smiles on their faces, looking forward to it.

Jiang Hongxia shook her head gently.

The couple still smiled politely, but the moment they turned around, a look of disappointment appeared on their faces.

Jiang Hongxia just stood there, staring at them blankly.

These people were all dressed very thinly, and their clothes were full of patches, especially the shoulders and elbows, which showed that they had been patched many times.

On the outskirts of the crowd, there was a boy of about thirteen or fourteen, huddled behind a pillar to avoid the cold wind, sniffing the fragrance in the air.

Not far from him there was a small cart, which was the food placed on the platform by the train station ready to be sold to passengers, including boiled corn, roasted sweet potatoes, and steamed buns.

A steamed bun costs two cents, but he is reluctant to spend it. A sweet potato only costs one cent, but he is also reluctant to spend it.

At this moment, the conductor holding a gas lamp came out of the waiting room, stood at the edge of the platform and looked into the distance along the direction of the railway tracks.

The boy hurriedly grabbed the carrying pole and ran to the end of the platform, where the freight cars and soft seats of each train were parked.

Unfortunately, he was too thin and was soon squeezed out by the adult laborers.

He jumped up and down trying to squeeze in, but was knocked to the ground by someone's elbow.

The young man swiftly got up, rubbed his chest, and regardless of the pain in his body, he lowered his body, inserted himself into the gap between people, and continued to squeeze in.

Ten minutes later, a train stopped. He ran back and forth, licking his face, and finally got a job of carrying luggage.

The two heavy sacks bent the carrying pole, and the boy was obviously struggling to stand up. He gritted his teeth, straightened his back, and walked unsteadily past Jiang Hongxia.

Jiang Hongxia used to be a very silly and naive girl. As she grew up, she realized that suffering is unspeakable.

Hidden in the young man's strong face is the calmness and composure that are recast after going through countless scars.

What is visible at a glance is sadness, and what is hidden is sorrow. Looking at the young man's immature face, she feels mixed emotions.