I make a living solving crimes.

With the addition of a young boy, the situation suddenly became relaxed and the relationship became more harmonious.

Mr. Ying had no doubts about Chang Wei's identity anymore.

The gate of the villa opened, and the four Dharma Kings who had been guarding outside the house were invited in, each carrying two huge bags in their hands.

"Here is 40 million in cash. Sir, can you send someone to count it?"

Chang Wei didn't ask for a deposit first.

He couldn't afford to lose face in front of Mr. Ying.

Mr. Ying didn't care at all. He didn't even open a bag to check it. He waved his hand and said, "You are a distinguished guest. Let's eat first and talk after dinner."

This was a family dinner. In addition to Mr. Ying and A Ting, his wife and three other children were also present.

This kindness and goodwill naturally touched Chang Wei and others.

While eating, we talked about the changes in the mainland over the years and shared some experiences in Hong Kong. Both the host and the guests had a great time.

At the end, Chang Wei put down his chopsticks, clapped his hands on the table, and hummed a song.

The mountains and rivers only haunt me in my dreams.

I haven't been close to my motherland for many years.

But no matter what, it can't be changed.

My Chinese heart,

Although the dress is worn on the body,

My heart is still Chinese.

My ancestors have already given me everything.

Branded with the Chinese stamp,

Yangtze River, Great Wall, Huangshan Mountain, Yellow River,

It weighs a thousand pounds in my heart...

Mr. Ying was sitting at the top with tears in his eyes. Even A-Ting was shocked. Only A-Yu, who was staggering, listened in a daze, clapping and cheering.

"Awei, you have to write down this song. I will find someone to sing it so that all the people in Hong Kong can learn this song." Mrs. Ying wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said affectionately.

"Father, Mother, Brother Chang, please let me sing. I want to organize a choir in school." Ating quickly stood up and asked Mr. Ying and Chang Wei.

Chang Wei smiled and said, "This is a song written for your father. If you like it, I will teach you!"

So, A Ting puffed out his chest proudly and nodded seriously.

Mr. Ying couldn't hold back the tears hidden in his eyes and finally flowed down.

......

After dinner, I returned to the study. This time there was a young woman sitting inside. She was probably in her early twenties. She was wearing a small suit and sunglasses, and looked quite capable.

"This is Ani." Mr. Ying did not introduce her too much. He waved his hand and motioned Chang Wei to sit down and have tea.

Chang Wei greeted the woman respectfully before sitting down.

Ani smiled and nodded, and began to make tea elegantly. She pushed the tea in front of Chang Wei and whispered softly, "One hundred thousand tons of food, Hong Kong City can't prepare so much at once. I just learned that we can first transfer 5,000 tons for emergency use, and the rest will be prepared in Nanyang."

She started doing business with Mr. Ying when she was thirteen or fourteen years old. At that time, she supplied the troops with urgently needed materials such as black iron sheets, rubber, tires, western medicine, cotton, gauze, etc. She was the one operating in front of the stage while Mr. Ying directed the work behind the scenes.

This is also the reason why Chang Wei respects her so much, not just because she is Mr. Ying’s second wife.

"Will there be any trouble if we go to Nanyang to buy food?"

"There will definitely be trouble. I won't hide that." Ani speaks good Mandarin. She smiled gently and said, "Don't worry about that. We have a solution."

Yes! She can even transport contraband, so this is not a problem for him.

Women who travel by sea always speak with dominance!

At this time, the situation in Annan changed suddenly, attracting most of the international attention. As long as her fleet took the eastern route, there would be no problem.

The two discussed how to contact and transfer the supplies.

After Ani left the study, Chang Wei took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "I heard that Haojing is going to issue gambling licenses?"

Mr. Ying paused while holding the tea, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Awei, have you done research on this as well?"

"I'll take a look when I'm free." Chang Wei said without hiding anything, "If Mr. Ying is interested, you can contact Mr. Ye more often."

Then, he told many stories about the ups and downs of the gambling world, predicted the huge profits that this gambling license would bring in the future, and analyzed the various forces involved in the competition for the gambling license.

Mr. Ying knew about the Gambler, and was very interested in Chang Wei's analysis, but he didn't know what Chang Wei's purpose was in saying this.

"Awei, what do you want?"

Chang Wei put down the teacup and said solemnly: "I want a place to stay, a place where I can hide my identity and where the evildoers can't get to me."

"You can live in my house."

"Well, I came here to trouble Mr. Ying this time." Chang Wei admitted without hesitation and continued, "The difficulties in China will be long-term. Our comrades need Hong Kong Island as a window. We can't trouble Mr. Ying every time."

After saying this, he stopped Mr. Ying from interrupting and said, "I understand Mr. Ying's feelings for the motherland. It's okay once or twice, but it's not a long-term solution. It's not good for you or us."

Mr. Ying said nothing more.

He had already been targeted by someone, and if he hadn't been afraid of causing backlash at home, the person would have taken action long ago.

At this moment, we are still very powerful in Hong Kong Island. The workers' movement a few years ago eventually caused great unrest, and Hong Kong Island did not allow the Kuomintang intelligence agencies to carry out open activities in Hong Kong.

"What do you fancy?"

"Kowloon City."

“It’s a complicated situation there.”

"It's easier to fish in troubled waters!"

"Hahaha, that's right, you're not even afraid of Lei Luo." Mr. Ying nodded, "Okay, I'll have someone go and find out, and give you accurate information as soon as possible."

"No hurry. I'm not planning to do anything this time. I just borrowed money from Detective Lei's house. It's better to be honest."

When Mr. Ying heard this borrowed word, he laughed heartily.

Chang Wei and others stayed at Ying's house that night.

Three or four days passed, and there was still no news of Chang Wei and others. The tense atmosphere on the street eased a little. At the strong request of the Yin people, the dwarf mules returned to the dark corners.

In the evening, a middle-aged man in a suit and carrying a briefcase hurried back to his home in Tsuen Wan.

This is a newly built building, 16 stories high, most of the buildings inside are "luxury houses" of 500 to 600 square meters.

The man lived in a two-bedroom apartment. When he heard the door open, the woman in cheongsam in the room quickly stood up to greet him. After the door closed, she pulled the man into the room, suppressed her excitement, and whispered, "There is news from the organization."

"Really?" The man's eyes widened unconsciously, and tears welled up in his eyes unconsciously.

Since Pan was investigated, these wandering intelligence agents are no longer trusted, and many of them have lost contact with the organization.

He was originally sent to the largest island, but after the Korean War, he was assigned by the Kuomintang to Hong Kong Island, the Asian intelligence center, and completely lost contact with the country.

Today, even their activities in Hong Kong Island are restricted, and they live in fear every day.

"Look, today's newspaper." The woman picked up a newspaper on the table and pointed to a large advertisement in it.

It was written in code, "The pilot will soon go to the deep sea."