I make a living solving crimes.

It was a day with clear skies and gentle breezes. The spring breeze came slowly, riding on colorful clouds and emitting wisps of refreshing fragrance. The migrating geese were flying in a line in the distant sky.

The three or four old trees in the alley that had been growing for decades had already lost their leaves in the winter, and their bare branches reached the sky. When the wind blew, a few green buds poked out.

Chang Wei's dog nose seemed unable to smell the odor emanating from the public toilet next door, and his sharp eyes could not see the stains on the old soldier's body. He looked him up and down and noticed that even though he was so shabby, the old soldier's collar was still buttoned tightly, his hair was not messy, and his tattered clothes were originally starched and washed.

Many years ago, when he joined the army, he must have been full of vigor and vitality.

But now, he is hunched over, extremely thin, breathing rapidly, and there is fear and cowardice in his eyes.

In the long river of history, a wave that rises up at random can turn into a suffocating ocean.

Chang Wei couldn't save everyone, but he also couldn't remain indifferent. It was like he was not sure whether getting rid of the three evils would change anything, but he still did it.

If he doesn't do anything within his ability, what is the point of his rebirth?

He might as well go back to Changsheng Village, grow some food in the space, hunt in the mountains, secretly hoard some gold antiques on the black market, and tell another story!

A sharp voice broke his thoughts, "What do you do?"

The sound was like fingers scraping across barbed wire, extremely harsh.

Chang Wei slowly turned around and looked at the three women in front of him with a stern expression, then he withdrew his gaze and ignored them.

He has a very bad attitude, is arrogant and domineering, and looks down on everyone.

Just as the three women were about to use their traditional skills, they heard Chang Wei's cold voice, "Ao Bin, notify the director of the subdistrict office and ask him to reorganize the team. If he fails to do so, I will discipline him."

Ao Bin responded loudly: "Yes."

The three women then noticed the investigation bureau official they had met before, and when they thought of what Chang Wei had just said, they couldn't help but shudder.

Ao Bin trotted to the street office. Ao Wen was afraid that the three women would make a scene and upset Chang Wei, so he stepped forward and drove them away.

The old soldier's eyes could no longer hold back his tears. He choked up, and his soft Wu dialect made this already slightly weak man even more powerless: "Leader, no need. This, this is not their fault."

The world is strange.

People who have been let down are always reflecting on themselves.

Chang Wei ignored the three women behind him. With his current status, it was a very easy task for him to punish the three aunties from the neighborhood committee. He just looked back to make sure that no one was wrongly accused.

So this matter is not a big deal for Chang Wei, it is just aggressive, like a thorn in his throat, and it makes him sad.

A nation without heroes is sad, and a nation with heroes but does not respect them is hopeless.

The old soldier looked at Chang Wei gratefully and bowed slightly, "Thank you, leader... me and my dead... this is just a small matter, not worth your trouble."

Yes, compared with the heroes who sacrificed their lives, this is really a trivial matter.

But the needle tip is the most hurtful!

Chang Wei quickly helped him up and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I will take care of it."

After that, he turned to look at Ao Wen and solemnly said, "I ask the old soldier to go back to the hotel to rest, and leave the rest to you brothers."

Fan Tuaner walked quickly towards the parking spot outside the alley.

She did not intervene in the entire process.

Chang Wei did not even participate in the arrest of the capitalists, but he came here in person after hearing about this. It can be imagined that the veteran’s affairs have touched his bottom line.

After returning to the hotel, the waiter took the veteran to wash up. He sat quietly in the room, holding a cup of tea in a daze.

Fan Tuaner knew that he had this problem.

People who like to daydream are very imaginative. I wonder what this boy is thinking about at this moment.

"Chang Wei, what are you going to do next?" she asked cautiously.

Chang Wei came back to his senses, looked at the worry in the girl's eyes, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I don't have the intention to change the situation, nor do I have the ability to do so. I just encountered it and I just wanted to speak out when I saw injustice."

Fan Tuan'er breathed a sigh of relief, "What do you want to do with this veteran?"

After that, she added, "If we don't properly place him, I'm afraid he will be retaliated against after we leave."

"This is inevitable." Chang Wei lowered his head and thought for a moment, then raised his head and said, "I'll ask him for his opinion later. It seems that our Dragon Group has always been short of a doorman."

Old Wang's job as chef has been handed over to Wu Changkun, and Old Zhang's position as security guard has remained vacant.

Fan Tuaner nodded, "That's good. With you and me, his safety will be fine."

She thought that since she had just gotten 50,000 yuan from Shen Xiangnan in Shanghai, it would be no problem to support one more person.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk."

knocking.

After taking a shower, the old soldier was led in by the waiter. After his gray hair was combed neatly, he looked much more energetic. The patched work clothes he wore on the outside were probably washed, and now he was wearing a thin jacket.

Chang Wei went back to the room, took out an old coat and put it on the old soldier, asked him to sit down, and told him his thoughts.

The veterans don’t understand what the Dragon Group is or anything like that, they just think the name is super cool and awesome.

"I, I will obey the organization's arrangements." The old soldier said he obeyed, and after thinking for a while, he whispered, "Two leaders, I can also drive and repair cars."

Being a security guard would just be a waste of time for him, which he didn't want. The Dragon Group probably didn't need anyone to carry manure, so he always wanted to do more.

Knowing what he was thinking, Chang Wei smiled and nodded.

Fan Tuan'er poured a cup of tea for the old soldier and said softly, "We will try to deal with your file, but in order to save trouble, it might be better to change your name. Well, you don't need to change your surname, you can just change your first name, okay?"

"Yes, yes." Facing the delicate-looking Fan Tuaner, the old soldier did not dare to look directly at her and kept responding with his head down.

"What's your name? What name do you want to change to?" Fan Tuaner took out a pen and paper and asked patiently.

"My name is Ma Hua, the Hua in Chinese." The old soldier raised his head, slightly straightened his chest, frowned and thought for a while, then asked: "Leader, the Hua character should be changed, then can I use the Chinese character? Han in Dahan."

"Mahan...okay."

Only Chang Wei was dumbfounded. He looked at Fan Tuan'er hesitantly and asked, "Is Old Wang's full name Wang Chao?"

"Yes, this name is a bit feudal, but it was given by his father and he doesn't want to change it, so people around him call him Lao Wang. It happens that he is old now and deserves the name Lao Wang." Fan Tuaner nodded and affirmed.

Chang Wei's head was buzzing with excitement.

Zhang Long, Zhao Hu, Wang Chao, Ma Han...Who else am I missing by my side now?

The imperial cat Zhan Zhao stayed in the capital, coaxing Chang Long to catch mice every day.

That means we’re still missing Gongsun Ce!