I make a living solving crimes.

Du Ye stood outside the door and did not allow anyone to approach. When he came out, he handed over a list of names. "Team leader, this is the list of prisoners. Please decide which ones to take to the capital and how to deal with the rest."

These prisoners were serious criminals captured by Li Laifu and Wu Jimao in Shannan.

"You definitely can't kill him. He's not even ready for reincarnation yet." Chang Wei replied casually, picked up the list in his hand and looked through it, and asked in surprise: "Are you sure you didn't write the name wrong?"

Du Ye came over to take a look and said with a smile: "We have confirmed it repeatedly. This is how it is written when translated from Chinese. Daiji means happiness and beauty, and Bamao means girl or pearl. Together, it means happy girl."

Okay, Chang Wei is ignorant.

He just felt that the Chinese translation was not very elegant and could easily be ambiguous.

After returning to the office, Du Ye continued, "Seventeen people were shot dead at the scene, and eleven were injured. The journey was too long, so six were not brought back. There are now fifty-eight people in custody."

Chang Wei nodded, took out a pen and circled the list, then handed it back. "The ones who have been checked need to be escorted to Beijing. I'll contact the plane, and you and Bai Ze's people will escort them in person. Go quickly and come back quickly. After you come back, I'll go to Yangcheng again."

"Yes." Du Ye stood at attention and accepted the order, but he pleaded with a bit of hopelessness: "Team Leader, I still want to go to Hong Kong Island with you to see the world."

Chang Wei waved his hand, "Let's take care of things here first. Hong Kong Island is nothing. It's not even as good as Shanghai ten years ago. If there's a chance, I'll take you out to see the world."

Hearing this, Du Ye suddenly perked up. He put the list away and said in a strange tone, "Team Leader, the Provincial Public Security Bureau just called you."

Chang Wei obviously heard something behind his words and asked in surprise, "What did you say?"

Du Ye said with a strange look on his face: "They asked you to come over to meet them."

Chang Wei was stunned. After a while, he hesitated and said, "You mean, they asked me to come over to meet them?"

Du Ye nodded.

"Who's calling?"

Du Ye suppressed his laughter. "They are deputy directors, but their attitude is still very tough."

Chang Wei didn't know what expression to use, and said woodenly: "What brand of pencil case is this? Aren't you tired of carrying so many pens?"

Du Ye smiled and said, "Team Leader, you are a director, but he is a deputy director."

When he said this, he sounded a bit sarcastic.

Strictly speaking, Du Ye is not a good person and cannot be a good person. Although he follows Chang Wei on the right path, it does not mean that he is tolerant and kind.

Even if he has these virtues now, they will only be revealed in front of his relatives, friends and the poor masses.

In addition, when he started working, his grandmother told him to follow Chang Wei closely and not to change his mind frequently.

He has now joined the organization, introduced by Fan Tuaner, and promoted to deputy section chief by old man Li himself. All his honor and disgrace are closely tied to Chang Wei.

It's natural to feel upset when you hear someone is so ungrateful.

My brother-in-law just spoke to the vice president on the phone. What the hell is your rank?

When speaking, there is inevitably a hint of provocation.

Chang Wei took out a small notebook and wrote this down in his memo so as not to forget it, and then he no longer took this person to heart.

Since Old Man Luo was promoted, the Dragon Group collectively transferred their organizational relations to the Investigation Department, and Chang Wei has rarely contacted the Ministry of Public Security.

Ordinary criminal cases could hardly arouse his interest. He was now busy with major anti-enemy and anti-espionage cases. If he had any free time, he might as well think about where to get money and food.

I heard that the new Minister Fu has scolded Chang Wei several times in public and behind people's back.

Chang Wei knew about it, but didn't care.

Only when the birthday god hangs himself will he approach him.

Back in the small courtyard next to the Wuhou Temple, Chang Xiaoman was squatting on the ground digging sand with a little girl.

There are many pits in this yard, and she would jump everywhere when water accumulates after rain.

After being beaten several times, Du Ye felt sorry for her and filled up several large holes. Fearing that she would have no place to play, he tidied and enlarged a hole near the courtyard wall and dragged some sand from the river to fill it back.

It rained a little yesterday and the sand was wet. Two little girls were digging a tunnel in the sand.

The little girl was thin and small, wearing a blue-gray dress that was obviously modified from old clothes. It was a little too big and felt empty on her body.

Seeing Chang Wei coming back, the little girl swung the stick in her hand vigorously and shouted, "Uncle, uncle, this is my friend, Maizi."

The little girl named Maizi smiled shyly, her face flushed, and she stood up timidly and called out, "Hello, uncle!"

"Hello, Maizi."

Chang Wei had heard from Chang Da that the granddaughter of the gatekeeper at the Wuhou Temple was about the same age as Chang Xiaoman.

His gaze slid from Maizi to Chang Xiaoman's face. The little girl had a look of hope on her face and a smile on her brows.

"You can't eat ice cream today." Chang Wei shook his head.

The little girl came running over, hugged his arm and whispered, "I don't eat ice cream. I want to treat Maizi to steamed cakes. She has never eaten steamed cakes before."

Maizi heard it, and quickly stood up and whispered, "I, I don't want to eat."

As she spoke, she was about to run outside.

Chang Xiaoman quickly opened her arms to block the door and hugged Maizi, "Maizi, Maizi, the steamed cake is delicious."

Maizi paused, and did not dare to struggle hard for fear of hurting Chang Xiaoman, so he just kept shaking his head.

The two were competing, and Chang Da came out with a plate with freshly heated steamed cakes on it, and said with a smile: "Maizi, come and have two."

The rice cake is white and tender, and you can smell its rich aroma from a long distance away.

Maizi sniffed and swallowed her saliva. She raised her head and murmured, "Miss Chang, Grandpa said that we can't eat other people's food."

Chang Xiaoman hugged her tightly and said in a baby voice, "I am not someone else. We are good friends."

Maizi laughed happily, but refused to open his mouth.

Chang Da walked over and gently touched Maizi's head, "It's okay, I'll talk to your grandfather, he won't scold you."

In the end, no matter how much he was persuaded, Maizi just shook his head and found an opportunity to escape from under Changda's armpit.

Chang Xiaoman grabbed the stick and chased to the gate of the yard, then retreated back, lying frustratedly in Chang Wei's arms, and said aggrievedly: "Uncle, why doesn't Maizi want to eat? She obviously wants to eat."

Chang Wei patted the little girl and said, "It is very impolite to eat other people's food casually."

Some things are taught at home and will be engraved in people's bones.

For example, Maizi doesn’t eat other people’s food, and Chang Xiaoman is kind.

Chang Xiaoman pouted, "She didn't have breakfast. She doesn't have breakfast every day. Uncle, are there many people who don't have food to eat?"

She raised her head, her eyes were red but bright.

Chang Wei was speechless.