I make a living solving crimes.

Chapter 531: Determined

Tsim Sha Tsui, where Lei Luo lives, is the most prosperous place in Kowloon. It is convenient to travel to Hong Kong Island and it is one of the few flat lands in the city. Every inch of land is worth a lot of money.

The sky was not yet completely bright, but coolies were already on the road rushing to work, their footsteps hurried and their faces miserable.

"Damn capitalism." Fan Tuaner cursed angrily while sitting in the cab of the truck.

In 1959, she had the right to curse like that.

Although people were not well fed at that time, the working class did not have to go to work so early. They worked from 8 am to 6 pm and could take a two-hour break at noon.

Chang Wei looked out the window without saying anything.

The 996 and 007s of later generations are probably already cursing.

Capitalists, when you plunder all resources, the working class will become great again.

Fan Tuan'er looked at the street scene in deep thought, and asked again: "Brother Nan, do these gangsters really have a lot of cash?"

Chang Wei looked at her stupidly, then looked at Ma Han who was driving seriously.

Big sister, these are all our own people, and you call me Brother Nan, which makes me scared!

However, this seems to be what I requested repeatedly before I boarded the ship...

When he arrived in Hong Kong, Chang Wei was Chen Haonan, and the Dragon Group was the red star. No matter how old they were, they would call him Brother Nan when they saw him.

He swallowed and said seriously, "Those who make money through illegal means don't have much of anything except cash. They don't dare to deposit the money in the bank, so they must have hidden it at home or somewhere else. As long as we catch them, the money is safe."

Fan Tuan'er had a cold expression, with a hint of obvious contempt at the corners of her mouth, "They are just a bunch of drug dealers."

Chang Wei agreed, "Well, so we don't have to show mercy. Since 1840, anyone who dares to touch this thing in China should die."

Fan Tuan'er was smart and keenly felt that there was something wrong with Chang Wei's words. "You mean in China, you deserve to die. What about foreign countries?"

"You probably don't know that German, American and British soldiers all had ration packs during World War II, right?"

"What it is?"

"Drugs." Chang Wei even remembered that when the Vietnam War broke out, American soldiers were still openly taking drugs.

Fan Tuan'er was shocked for a long time before he came to his senses, put aside these distracting thoughts, and asked: "Brother Nan, how much money do you think these gangs have?"

"Big and small bosses can all chip in together, at least 40 to 50 million."

Fan Tuan'er calculated in his mind and said excitedly, "Is this another 100,000 tons of food?"

"It's not that simple. The British have limited transportation capacity, and they don't dare to go around openly buying food. We need to find a way to convert the money into US dollars or pounds, and then we can go out and buy it ourselves."

“Can I buy it?”

"If you can't buy it... then you can only beg for alms."

Begging for alms...you are begging for Yuan, right?

Fan Tuaner rolled his eyes, closed his eyes happily and began to look forward to the transportation of 100,000 tons of grain back to the country.

My Chang Wei is really powerful and fierce!

The truck returned to Chaguoling and the group climbed up the mountain.

The Ying family's driver trotted over and said flatteringly, "Mr. Chen, Mrs. Chen, I bought breakfast. It's still hot. You should eat it quickly."

Fan Tuaner's fingers played with the hair hanging on her cheeks. Her beautiful face had soft lines in the morning light. She secretly glanced at the expressionless Chang Wei below, and a smile unconsciously appeared on her face.

She looked at the driver with satisfaction and took out a stack of bills from Chang Wei's pocket, "How much is last night's supper and breakfast? I'll give it to you."

"No, no, Mr. Chen has already given the reward."

"Let's put it this way." Fan Tuan'er counted out another five hundred yuan and handed it over with a smile, "I'll have a lot more trouble for you in the future. Take it. You're welcome."

The driver smiled and bent over to take it. "Thank you, Mrs. Chen, for the tip."

Fan Tuan'er invited the veterans to come over for breakfast, and approached Chang Wei and asked, "What's so delicious that smells so good?"

"Dry-fried beef noodles." Chang Wei opened it, took a look, and handed it to the old soldier who was walking over.

It is actually fried noodles with beef, but Changwei is not beef, so I followed the local customs and used the name of southern Province.

Fresh beef locks in moisture, making it smooth, tender, and very appetizing just by looking at it.

It is now very difficult to eat fresh meat in the country, let alone beef. The veterans smelled the aroma and their appetites immediately whetted.

After distributing breakfast, Fan Tuaner also took a box and walked into the ranks of veterans.

"Sister-in-law Nan."

"sister in law."

"Sister-in-law."

The veterans stood up and greeted them.

Political Commissar Fan Tuan'er nodded enthusiastically in response, found a rock to sit on, looked around, and asked with a smile, "Are you used to eating this?"

"I'm used to it. It would be better if it had some chili." The old soldier answered happily.

"After the war, I'll have someone send it to you from the country."

"No, no, as long as I can fill my stomach." The old soldier stuck his chopsticks diagonally into the lunch box and waved his hands quickly, "When we were in North Korea, we could eat fried noodles and snow. Life is already good enough, so we should cherish our blessings."

"Yes, we should cherish what we have. People in China are still starving." Fan Tuan'er nodded slowly, looked at the veterans, and said sincerely: "Comrades, we eat well and wear warm clothes here, but don't forget that there are still folks at home waiting for our food."

"Zheng...Sister Nan, don't worry, we are not the kind of people who seek pleasure." An old soldier answered, and he looked at Chang Wei not far away, "Brother Nan doesn't care about 100,000 tons of food, and he is still taking risks outside. We are not cowards."

"Yes, although I have retired, my revolutionary spirit has not." Another veteran responded, "I am willing to come here, not just to have enough food for myself, but for the hundreds of people in my village, for our children, and for our country."

"Don't worry, sister-in-law. Capitalism's bullets didn't kill me, and their sugar-coated bullets can't defeat us either."

"Sister-in-law, I have four children..."

When Chang Wei heard this, he looked at Fan Tuaner sarcastically.

Mr. An Le, do you think about Shu?

Although Liangyuan is nice, it is not a place to live for a long time.

There is no need for you to do ideological work.

These people are veterans carefully selected by Wang Yong. They are determined and high-spirited.

They are not the same as the mercenaries of later generations.

When these veterans came here, even their wages were directly exchanged for food and sent back to the village. Their biggest request to the organization was to have their bodies transported back after their sacrifice.

If it can’t be shipped back, then forget it.

He shifted his gaze to a hand-painted five-pointed star on the wall of the cabin and began to hum softly.

The five-star red flag flutters in the wind,

How loud the victory song is,

......

We are hardworking, we are brave,

Five thousand years of glorious history,

We have overcome all adversities.

Only then can we be liberated today.

We love peace,

We love our hometown.

Whoever dares to invade us will be destroyed...