I make a living solving crimes.

Coming out of the villa, Jiang Hongxia excitedly approached Chang Wei and asked, "Brother Nan, how much did you get?"

Chang Wei opened his hand and retracted his thumb.

"Four hundred thousand?" The young policewoman had seen a lot of things following Chang Wei, so she didn't guess forty thousand the first time.

Seeing Chang Wei shaking his head, she took a deep breath and asked, "Four million?"

Then she inhaled more vigorously, her chest puffing out, "Forty million?"

For a people's policeman in the 1950s, it was hard for Jiang Hongxia to imagine what 40 million meant.

"Good job on robbing them." The policewoman cursed angrily, "This is all the hard-earned money of the people of Hong Kong Island."

"Do you want me to share some with you?" Chang Wei looked at her with interest.

"No." Jiang Hongxia waved her hand without hesitation, "Many people in the country are waiting."

That is to say, if Chang Wei had just started working, the young policewoman would even ask him to hand over all the money, fearing that he would embezzle it.

But after experiencing the repeated impacts of 800 kilograms of gold, 2 tons of gold, and 20 tons of gold, she believed that the money was safer with Chang Wei than with anyone else.

As for where Chang Wei had hidden the money now, the four Dharma Kings kept silent.

Why didn’t Zhang Long, Zhao Hu, Wang Chao and Ma Han come?

They are not fools, so they naturally understand that they are Chang Wei's confidants.

Of course, they were once confidants...and a serious threat.

During the first large-scale arrest, Jiang Hongxia was worried that Chang Wei had hidden money, so she went directly to the director to complain.

Chang Wei was calculating silently in his mind.

Hong Kong dollars are pegged to the British pound and have no direct relationship with the US dollar, but the exchange rate is usually between 5.5-5.6 to 1 US dollar, so 700 million is equivalent to million US dollars.

The current international grain price is around US$70 for tons.

It is equivalent to him robbing 100,000 tons of grain.

Freight costs and the risk profit of the "middlemen" must also be considered here.

"There are a lot of people on the streets here at night." Li Lai Fu looked at the unfamiliar streets and looked at the roadside stalls vigilantly.

Wu Jimao distributed the cakes he found at Lei's house to everyone, chewing them with a smacking sound in his mouth, "Brother Nan, where are we going now?"

Chang Wei rubbed his rumbling stomach, ate a piece of wife cake in two bites, and muttered, "First find a place to stay for a night, and then have a good meal."

Lei Luo's family are now tied up. When they are freed tomorrow, a large-scale manhunt by both the black and white forces will definitely be organized.

In fact, it is safest to go to the island now. It is the private reserve of Yin people, and all Chinese people there are very cautious.

However, the Hung Hom Cross-Harbour Tunnel will not be open to traffic for another decade, the ferry has stopped, and Chang Wei does not have a private yacht...

The four Dharma Kings followed Chang Wei into a ready-made clothing tailor shop, and when they came out they looked like decent people. Then they walked into the Peninsula Hotel with a swagger, listening to him communicating with people skillfully in a foreign language.

Then they moved into the luxurious suite on the top floor as merchants from the Lionfish Kingdom.

Jiang Hongxia looked at the room's layout nervously, stepped on the soft carpet, and muttered, "This damn capitalism..."

Wu Jimao had already rolled on the ground, lying on his back, mumbling, "Chang Wei, shall we take this down?"

"It won't be like this after the war." Chang Wei curled his lips and picked up the phone to order food.

When he was in Guangzhou, he had already made up his mind that he would eat as much as he wanted.

......

The next morning, Chang Wei took the hotel's luxury car and headed for the pier.

From time to time, you can see scoundrel-looking short men and policemen in military uniforms stopping people for questioning on the streets.

However, when a luxury car with the Peninsula Hotel sign drove over, they quickly dodged.

In 1959, the Ying family had not yet moved into the stone mansion. Their business in Hong Kong Island had been repeatedly suppressed and was at its most "down and out" time.

Chang Wei was dressed in formal attire. He checked his entire body again, put away the shoulder bag that he always carried with him, and then walked outside the villa and rang the doorbell.

"I'm from the north, specially here to visit Mr. Ying. Please let him know." Chang Wei said in a clear voice.

The servant who opened the door hurried in to report, and then a boy of about twelve or thirteen years old came running in. Chang Wei could vaguely tell that he looked familiar.

"Father is waiting for you in the study." The boy was polite and showed excellent upbringing.

"Thank you, A Ting." Chang Wei nodded and followed the young man into the house.

In the ancient study, the 36-year-old Mr. Ying was a little surprised when he saw Chang Wei, but he stood up and shook his hand enthusiastically, "Welcome to Hong Kong Island."

Chang Wei took two quick steps, stretched out his hands to receive it, and bowed slightly, "Hello, Mr. Ying!"

After the two men sat down, Chang Wei took out his work ID and a letter from his pocket without waiting for the other party to ask.

He stayed in Guangzhou for half a month just waiting for this letter.

"The chief said that you are a friend in need. He hasn't met you for many years, but we will always remember the contribution you made to us."

When Mr. Ying heard the words "friend in need", he couldn't help but tremble slightly. He quickly took the letter, opened it, paused for a moment, and said to the outside of the door: "A Ting, you come in too."

The letter was in a handwriting that was familiar to him. After reading it, he couldn't help but shed tears. He stroked the letter for a long time before sighing, "I am ashamed of the high praise from the leader."

Chang Wei waited for him to calm down before continuing, "I didn't take the regular route to cross the sea. I'm sorry for coming to visit you presumptuously."

"How can I be so presumptuous as to have such a distinguished guest here?" Mr. Ying was very happy. He put the letter carefully away and asked his son to arrange lunch.

“Does the motherland have any mission?”

Chang Wei was in awe when he heard the word "motherland". He nodded and said, "We are in a difficult situation now. The country is in urgent need of a large amount of food. We need your help in planning."

Mr. Ying was silent for a moment, then nodded vigorously, "I'll find a way."

In fact, he is in a very difficult situation now, and is being watched by sinister people everywhere.

These are not big problems. He is a big infrastructure tycoon in Hong Kong and is involved in the sea sand industry. He has ships. In addition, after the war in South Korea, the Yin army was frightened and did not dare to provoke too much on the border.

The difficulty is money.

What the motherland needs is not thousands or tens of thousands of kilograms of grain, but definitely tons.

He has money, but it is all in the form of buildings and real estate, so he must not have much cash. Once he uses too much, it will inevitably have a huge impact on his business.

Chang Wei smiled and said, "Thank you for your great support, sir. We have prepared 40 million in cash. Just do your best."

After that, he added, "It's Hong Kong dollars."

Mr. Ying was stunned. Ah Ting, who had just arranged lunch, happened to return. He rolled his eyes and suddenly asked excitedly, "Is it Lei Luo's money?"

Chang Wei looked at him, smiled and nodded, "Yes, I borrowed it from Inspector Lei last night."

"Borrow..." Ah Ting didn't have time to complain about this word. He took two quick steps to Chang Wei and pulled his arm. "Brother, tell me quickly, how did you do it?"