I make a living solving crimes.

On the streets of the port city, neon lights are flashing and billboards are densely packed, showing a unique commercial prosperity.

Vehicles shuttle back and forth, pedestrians are bustling about, and city life is bustling with activity.

Street shops sell a variety of specialty goods, ranging from traditional snacks to fashionable clothing.

From time to time, people of all skin colors would walk along the street, bargaining with the vendors using gestures in various languages.

Sister Ni's driver watched silently. After a long while, he whispered, "I finally understand the song that Mr. Chen sang yesterday morning."

Fan Tuan'er turned back curiously and asked, "What song did he sing again?"

"He told me that it's called singing the motherland."

Fan Tuaner nodded, "Yes, we all know how to sing. By the way, what do you mean by understanding?"

The driver pointed to a white couple who had just passed by and said, "Mrs. Chen, you see, all pedestrians will give way to them, but your people won't."

More than that.

When this white couple walked over just now, the old soldiers guarding them not only did not give way, but also looked them up and down with an extremely arrogant and contemptuous look.

The driver had never seen that kind of pride in the eyes of native Hong Kong people.

This is probably the meaning of the existence of the motherland!

At this moment, the driver suddenly felt a little proud of being Chinese!

As Chang Wei walked out of Kowloon Walled City, Fan Tuaner came to meet him.

"Let's find a place to change clothes."

Chang Wei tugged at his vest and twisted his neck, "Is it embarrassing?"

"No." Fan Tuan'er smiled gently, "You are the boss after all, hundreds of people depend on you for food. As the saying goes, clothes make the man, and saddles make the horse."

Chang Wei laughed and said, "You make it sound like I'm really the boss of the gang. As the saying goes, you can't judge a book by its cover, and you can't measure the depth of the ocean by its depth!"

He looked up at the sky and said with emotion: "Time flies. I remember the first time I appeared in a newspaper, I was wearing this vest."

Fan Tuaner immediately recalled the photo.

A young boy who smiles particularly brightly in the sunshine.

When Chang Wei got on the bus and changed his vest, Fan Tuan'er snatched it away before he could put it in his bag. "I'll take it back and wash it."

"It's just an old piece of clothing..."

"Yes." Fan Tuaner carefully folded the torn vest and put it into her bag.

Jiang Hongxia shuddered all over, gritted her teeth, and changed the subject: "Brother Nan, how is the situation?"

"It's all arranged." Chang Wei put away the smile on his face, "It's worse in there than I thought. We need to clean it up."

Fan Tuan'er said coldly: "Well, all darkness and filth will be swept away, just in time to help Hong Kong City officials disinfect."

Jiang Hongxia couldn't stand the two people singing the same tune, and after a while she recovered and whispered, "Won't that kill a lot of people?"

"Revolution is bound to involve bloodshed, either ours or the enemy's." Chang Wei looked back at the Kowloon Walled City. "The prosperity and stability of Hong Kong is very important to the mainland. We can't allow chaos here, so we have to cut the Gordian knot."

"Yes, only by clearing them all out can we have more space to survive."

According to the information collected by Mr. Ying, there are 18,000 people living here, which is already overcrowded.

If all the gangs involved in organized crime were driven out, including drug addicts, the population would be reduced by at least one-third and the living environment would be greatly improved.

"We'll ask someone to come and see if these houses can be demolished and rebuilt, one by one."

“Can the Hong Kong government agree?”

"What does it have to do with them?"

“They are needed to provide water and electricity.”

"No? Then I will drive all 18,000 people out and ask the Hong Kong government for a place to live." The Standing Committee member sneered, thought for a moment and then said seriously: "They dare not. Many daily necessities in Hong Kong Island rely on the mainland for supply. Once they are cut off, life here will be in big trouble, not to mention that we still have the army."

After saying that, he closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, thinking about tomorrow night. After a while, he opened his eyes and said, "Sister Tuan'er, you will be in charge of Lei Luo tomorrow night."

"Aren't you going to go?"

"I'll stay here. It's more complicated here. We need to minimize casualties." Chang Wei said with a smile, "I'm not bragging. As long as I'm here, no drug dealer can escape."

Generally speaking, when someone says "I'm not bragging", he or she has already started bragging.

But Fan Tuaner knew that Chang Wei was not bragging.

As the person who knows him best, I still don't know the limit of his ability.

Well, after all, the system hasn’t been described for a long time, and it would take two days just to talk about the rewards list.

Lei Luo's side is actually not complicated. All he needs to do is capture all the people. If they dare to resist, break their hands and legs. If they still don't confess, break their short legs. He can always make those big guys surrender and take the money obediently.

If Lei Luo knew that Chang Wei was not going, he would definitely thank God and thank Guangkun!

The fighting in Kowloon Walled City will definitely be fierce.

Chang Wei felt a little excited just thinking about it.

I have been restricted in my domestic life for a long time, but now I can finally do something big.

"The sanitary conditions inside are also very bad, and there are actually quite a few food processing factories." Chang Wei took out a cigarette, lit it, took two puffs and said, "I will draw a mechanical blueprint these two days, and Sister Tuan'er will ask a factory in China to make it."

Fan Tuaner didn't know the connection between the two sentences and looked at him in confusion.

"Last year, the Japanese invented a kind of instant noodles, which is fried dehydrated noodles. We also made it. This is an extremely convenient disaster relief material that can be used domestically and make money abroad."

As he spoke, he sang softly, "Don't be confused, don't panic, the sun goes down, there is still moonlight, the instant noodles are finished, there is still soup..."

Fan Tuaner looked at Chang Wei with eyes that flashed and were filled with stars.

Jiang Hongxia sighed.

This woman is hopeless.

However, she thought carefully that if she had not had a conflict with him in the first place, maybe she would have...

Once you meet Chang Wei, your whole life will be ruined!

It was getting dark when we returned to Cha Kwo Ling.

The setting sun slowly sank into the sea level, and the sky was dyed with brilliant golden red, as if nature's most proud palette was pouring down.

The boundary between the sea and the sky becomes blurred at this moment, as if the whole world is surrounded by gentle twilight.

The boats in the distance slowly returned home, their oars cutting through the water, creating ripples that contrasted beautifully with the afterglow of the setting sun.

Chang Wei saw a kid riding a bicycle and waved, "Lend me a ride. I'll go for a walk along the beach."

The driver immediately stepped forward to negotiate.

At the foot of Chaguoling Mountain is the seaside highway.

Fan Tuaner jumped up and sat sideways on the back seat, swinging her legs playfully. "What a beautiful view. Chang Wei, take me with you."

"You're so heavy."

"No!!!"

Under the sunset, on the coast, riding the wind.

"Chang Wei, sing a song."

"What song is it?"

"I haven't heard of it."

"Oh."

Sweet, your smile is sweet,

Like flowers blooming in the spring breeze,

Blooming in the spring breeze,

Where, where have I seen you?

Your smile is so familiar...

The sea breeze blows gently, carrying the salty taste of the sea water and the call from afar, rolling up the song, and together with the sunset glow in the sky, reflecting tenderness on the world.

......

Today is Laba Festival. It is not appropriate to write about a bloody battle on this festive day. Tomorrow, tomorrow!

Well, one month in advance, I would like to wish you all good luck on the eighth day of the first lunar month and a good start to your work!