I make a living solving crimes.

The camphor trees outside the window are lush and vibrant.

The sunlight shines through the window and falls on the newspaper in Mr. Ying's hand.

Getting up early has become a habit of life, and he is often accompanied by a cup of hot tea, a newspaper and the moist air in the morning.

"I may have caused you some trouble."

As soon as the ferry started, Chang Wei rushed back to the island and told him what happened yesterday with an apologetic look.

"It's okay. The Digital Gang doesn't dare to offend me. Two policemen will be a bit troublesome. I'll let Annie do it. Just give her some money." Mr. Ying didn't take it to heart. He smiled and said, "Instead, I should thank you. Ating has changed a lot these days."

How can it not be big!

He has changed from a well-mannered young man to a somewhat flamboyant and frivolous person.

But this is exactly what Mr. Ying wanted.

As the eldest son, he will definitely have to take over the responsibilities of the family in the future, so he can't be a pushover.

Ying Zheng also disliked the elegant Fusu.

Chang Wei smiled and pointed at the newspaper and asked, "Do you read it every day?"

"Well, don't you read newspapers in your country?"

"Look, but the information in our newspapers will be filtered, so it is often better to read the internal intelligence." Chang Wei said vaguely, and after thinking for a while, he said: "Have you ever thought about controlling a media outlet yourself?"

Mr. Ying obviously cared about Chang Wei's words. He threw the newspaper aside, poured a cup of tea and pushed it over, "Tell me in detail."

"Let's start a commercial radio station." Chang Wei took a sip from his teacup and continued, "We'll have three channels in Cantonese, Mandarin and English, and broadcast 24 hours a day."

Seeing that Mr. Ying was thinking, he added, "It is very important to control the mouthpiece."

In the original time and space, after the richest man He passed away, his descendants took the 59 yuan inheritance and founded a commercial radio station in August 8, which became one of the Wutai Mountains.

Mr. Ying certainly cannot be compared with the richest man He now. Although that man's surname is He, he is actually a Eurasian and is easily accepted by the British.

But there is great hope if we compete with his descendants.

As for the fifty thousand yuan... Chang Wei gave him forty million yuan at once. Not to mention how much profit there was, the interest generated by the money circulating in his hands alone would be millions.

Having been suppressed by the Hong Kong government in recent years, Mr. Ying followed Chang Wei's suggestion and indeed felt the need to master a propaganda channel.

The two had just discussed the details when there was a knock on the study door. Ating walked in and said, "Brother, Sister Xia brought the person back."

Chang Wei laughed heartily, "With her here, your Mandarin channel will have a pillar."

When Lan Xiaojie was brought into the study, her eyes stayed on Chang Wei for a long time. Only after being reminded did she come back to her senses and greet Mr. Ying.

"Can you sing?" Chang Wei asked.

Lan Xiaojie didn't understand. She paused, nodded and said, "I studied opera. Although I haven't studied music, I can sing."

That clear and beautiful voice is intoxicating just listening to her speak.

Chang Wei nodded with satisfaction, "I'll sing a song, see if you can sing it."

Before Lan Xiaojie could agree, Ating called out, "Brother, you told me that my choir should be ready."

Chang Wei laughed and said, "The Chinese Heart is for you. That song is not suitable for Miss Lan."

"Do you have any other songs?" A Ting asked excitedly.

Not to mention him, even Mr. Lian Ying and Lan Xiaojie became interested.

Especially Lan Xiaojie, she never knew that Chang Wei could sing. Judging from the young man's voice, the song was written by him.

Chang Wei didn't know how to play any musical instruments, so he could only clap his hands to keep the rhythm, and melodious singing echoed in the study.

Do you know Macau?

It's not my real last name.

I have been away from you for too long, mother.

But it was my body they took captive,

You still hold the soul within me...

The song seemed to have magic, every word was full of emotion and hit the softest part of people's hearts.

There is also a hint of sadness, like a lost child, quietly calling for his mother.

Mr. Ying listened with his eyes wide open, and gradually tears came to his eyes.

This is the song of the Seven Sons.

Seven poems written by Mr. Wen.

The "Seven Sons" refer to the seven pieces of land occupied by the great powers at that time, namely Hong Kong Island, Haojing, Wandao, Kowloon, Weihaiwei, Guangzhou Bay and Lüda.

Chang Wei sang the poem about the trench.

He couldn't wait for the original composer to grow up.

Whether it was letting Mr. Ying run a commercial radio station or letting Lan Xiaojie sing this song, apart from some selfish motives, he was thinking more about united front work.

Especially culturally and spiritually.

We cannot allow those Hong Kong despots to happen again in this time and space.

Patriotic education should start from the cradle...from the cradle's father and grandfather.

After hearing this, Ah Ting was shocked. It took him a while to come back to his senses and said unhappily, "Brother, this is Hong Kong Island, how can you sing about the rich world!"

Chang Wei didn't explain, but just looked at Mr. Ying and smiled.

"Idiot." Mr. Ying cursed softly and explained, "How can you sing about Hong Kong Island?"

Ating thought about it and suddenly realized!

Chang Wei smiled, glanced at Lan Xiaojie, thought for a moment, closed his eyes and recalled for a moment, then clapped his hands on his knees and sang another song.

The small river bends to the south,

Flow to the Xiangjiang River to take a look,

Pearl of the Orient, my love,

Is your demeanor still romantic?

Lan Xiaojie just stared at him without blinking, the morning glow falling on her face like a layer of orange powder.

She is not someone who falls in love easily, and few people can get into her heart. Only Chang Wei becomes her preference and exception.

The two met once in Guangzhou, and Chang Wei said that he would help her arrange her trip to Hong Kong.

The master's original plan was to find an old friend and hide in the Shaw Brothers exchange group to sneak into Hong Kong.

But Chang Wei allowed her to go through the gate normally.

When we arrived in Hong Kong Island, Jiang Hongxia was arranged to pick us up, making the whole journey worry-free.

Now, even the work has been arranged.

Although she can no longer sing, she originally came here intending to be a waitress.

Singing is also good. By singing such songs, even if my identity is exposed in the future, it will not implicate my master, right?

Maybe one day I can go back and take a look openly!

Lan Xiaojie had revealed her feelings to Chang Wei, so it was hard for him to remain indifferent.

I can't hug girls left and right, but it's only right to make girls live a better life within my ability.

Well, selfishness is a minor thing, the main thing is to carry out the work.

Some domestic songs are not convenient to sing now, but there are also many positive pop songs in my memory.

In addition to these two songs, "Chinese" and "Yellow Man" are fine, and occasionally you can sing some soft songs to Taiwan, such as "Sweet Honey" and "Small Town Story".

At worst, after a few years when her musical style matures, she will be able to sing "Chi Ling".

If you tell the story behind the scenes, it's definitely a divine song.

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The last day, tomorrow is another year.

This is my 46th year of fighting with this world. May I be happy and may you be rich.

This year, we have all been busy, busy with work, busy with making money, busy with supporting our families, busy with our careers. We feel ashamed of ourselves, but also grateful to ourselves.

In 2024, everything will be plain and simple, but fortunately, safe and sound.

2025, I wish you a promising future, and success lies in starting from scratch.

happy New Year!