I make a living solving crimes.

Spring comes a little later in the north. It turns into migratory birds returning north, flying back from the distant sky, leaving behind a trace of green.

The willow branches by the North Sea have grown new leaves and are swaying gently in the warm spring breeze.

Chang Wei arrived very early, but it was still difficult to find a space on the embankment.

Starting this year, there are many more fishermen here, most of them are elderly people.

From their equipment, it can be seen that many of them are novices and only have the most rudimentary fishing gear.

He strolled along the embankment with his hands behind his back, and finally squatted beside the second brother who could not float, his butt shaking up and down, with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth.

The old man turned his head and looked at him for a long time before recognizing him, "It's you, kid."

As one of the four great fish-fishing masters in Beijing, he once bought a big silver carp from Chang Wei. After getting lost, he walked from Xicheng to Chaoyang while carrying the fish.

Chang Wei lifted up the fish basket hanging on the bank and said disdainfully, "You want these small fish too?"

"It's good to have one." The old man grabbed the fish basket and gently put it into the water. He tilted his mouth and looked around, "There are so many people, most of them are not as good as me."

Chang Wei just sneered and said nothing.

"I haven't seen you since the beginning of spring. Where have you been fishing?"

"I went on a business trip to the south."

The old man looked him up and down again.

You are dressed decently, but with this character, how can you pretend to be a serious person?

Chang Wei didn't care about the old man's opinion. He put together the bamboo fishing rod handed down from his ancestors, took out a fat earthworm from the old man's can and hung it on the rod. "I borrowed it for a while, and I'll give you a fish in return."

"A fish? You're the only one who can catch it, right? If you can catch a whitebait, I'll... Shit!"

Chang Wei threw a crucian carp weighing more than half a pound next to the old man, glanced at him with disdain, looked at the fishhook, and threw it into the lake indifferently.

He came to Beihai to purchase goods. Time was tight and the task was heavy, so he had no time for nonsense.

The ice had not thawed when I left Beijing, so the pools in the front and back yards of my house had to remain empty.

Now that I have time to come back, of course I have to take the opportunity to make up for it.

After fishing for about two hours, he looked at his watch and lifted the willow branch from the water.

More than 20 fish had no strength to struggle after being pierced through the gills. Chang Wei picked out a few small fish and pretended to throw them back into the water, saying, "You haven't caught more than two fish this morning. Let me make a nest for you."

The old man hurriedly stopped them, snatched a few small fish and put them into his own fish basket.

Who taught you how to use fish bait?

Chang Wei laughed and went home with the fish.

His current interest in life is no longer fishing. It's okay to come here occasionally to show off, but it's not appropriate to be too ostentatious.

He put the fish in the pond, went to the front yard to chat with Grandma Du for a while, started the Willys parked in the alley, and drove out.

When he heard that he had returned to Beijing, Fan's father wanted to meet him yesterday, but when he heard that the leader had invited him to dinner, he changed the time to this morning.

Chang Wei came over only because he had finished his morning work.

The yard where Mr. Fan works is not small. It has flowers, old trees, and grape trellises. The office is also very grand.

In the office, there is a square coffee table between two distinctive cloth sofas, with tea in front of it.

Chang Wei and the other orderly left with the two fishes in their arms, and said with emotion, "Yours is much better than mine."

Father Fan stood up from his chair, stretched his limbs, and walked over slowly. Hearing this, he patted him on the shoulder, smiled, and said, "If you like, I'll build you an office next door?"

Chang Wei opened his mouth but didn't dare to agree.

"I heard about what you did in Jiangnan. You did a great job and it made me proud." Father Fan's attitude today was much kinder than the last time they met at home during the Chinese New Year, and he was generous with his praise.

Chang Wei felt a bit helpless to complain.

What does my doing things have to do with your reputation?

"I heard you spent a few days in Hong Kong Island? It's capitalist over there, and the atmosphere is open, don't let your eyes get fooled!"

Chang Wei suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

What exactly did Lao Deng want to say when he called me here today?

Mr. Fan really chatted with him casually like an uncle, and it took him a long time before he got to the point.

"The higher-ups are planning to transfer me to the southwest. What do you think?"

"What do I think? Uncle Fan, am I qualified to speak on this matter? Asking me about this is like throwing salt in the crotch. Isn't it just a waste of time?"

Father Fan held the teacup and almost threw the lid at him. He held back for a while and said vaguely, "I am a soldier. It is not suitable for me to stay in the capital all the time. It will be convenient for Tuan'er to work if I am sent to the local area."

I didn't say it clearly, but it was not to make it easier for Fan Tuaner to work, but to make it easier for Fan Tuaner to fall in love.

He is protecting the capital and cannot have much contact with people like Chang Wei. It is not good for both parties and will also affect Fan Tuaner's future.

Before meeting Chang Wei, Fan Tuaner had been stuck at the department level.

After all, not everyone can be as unrestrained and nepotistic as the father of a junior high school student.

There are only two options before Father Fan: either be transferred out of the capital or withdraw from the army.

Chang Wei thought for a long time and said carefully: "Actually, going to the southwest is a good thing."

"Will there be a fight?"

"Not in the next few years. We are in great difficulty."

"Do they really dare? We just beat up the Seventeen Nations."

"It's hard for you to understand their way of thinking. After all, even lizards..." Chang Wei stopped talking nonsense and said seriously, "Our current difficulties will increase their ambitions, but they will wait and see. I estimate that this time will be about two to three years. If you can be transferred there, you will have enough time to prepare."

Father Fan immediately understood what Chang Wei meant.

The difficulties the country is facing now are both internal and external. From what Chang Wei said, this is not a short-term problem.

He doesn't care about people's livelihood, but he has heard many people say that it is a short-term difficulty.

In comparison, he still trusts Chang Wei more.

After several chats, the young man had some unique insights.

"What would you suggest if I went?"

"Give you advice? You are a professional in fighting. It will be a piece of cake to deal with them."

"Besides fighting?"

"Let's gather our strength first. For some controversial issues, we don't need to be so fussy for the time being. We can let the higher-ups make more international statements and say more about the grievances. After all, we still have to have a legitimate reason in the end."

Complaining has always been our traditional skill!

After all, we were the ones who suffered the injustice when the selfie sticks and guns were seized.

The two of them chatted for a long time behind closed doors in the office.

Chang Wei knew nothing about tactics, but his understanding of the other side of the mountain was beyond his time.

Our previous enemies were either the Confucian circle or the West, and they were always within our scope of understanding.

This time I'm going to meet a lunatic!

Chang Wei also wanted to use Fan's father's words to let the higher-ups be mentally prepared as soon as possible.

Don’t make the same mistake as in your previous life, where you thought about it for ten days and ten nights but still couldn’t figure out how the other party dared to do something!