I make a living solving crimes.

The sun is shining gently and the Dragon Boat Festival is here.

Early summer is no longer as gentle as spring, and is gradually beginning to show its passion.

The sunlight shines through the atrium, casting mottled shadows on the open space and covering the roof of the old yamen with a layer of golden gauze.

Chang Wei walked out of the house. He felt a little annoyed because of the cramped space and the lack of any cool breeze.

"Brother Nan, happy Dragon Boat Festival." Jiang Hongxia came over cheerfully, holding the timid little girl by the hand. "Xiaohua, call for help. This is Brother Nan. It was Brother Nan who saved you yesterday."

Very good, now we can say Happy Dragon Boat Festival, and no one will criticize us, saying, "Oh, we can't say Happy Dragon Boat Festival, we should say Ankang."

The Book of Rites says: "Music is used to welcome, and sorrow is used to send off." Therefore, there is music during the sacrifice ceremony, but there is no music during the funeral ceremony.

The summer sacrifice was a ceremony in ancient times for the emperor and the princes to worship their ancestors, and the day of the sacrifice was on the Dragon Boat Festival.

Our ancestors would say that the Dragon Boat Festival and summer festivals can be a time of joy!

I don't know when everyone suddenly started saying "Happy Dragon Boat Festival" to everyone.

The little girl huddled behind Jiang Hongxia, then stepped out reluctantly, nodded and said weakly, "Hello, Brother Nan."

Chang Wei nodded, took out a rat candy from his pocket and handed it to her, then looked up at Jiang Hongxia and said, "Is it done?"

"Well, we raided it at daybreak. We encountered no serious resistance and the boss ran away. But we found out that it was Fatty Chao's casino."

"Why does this name sound so familiar..." Chang Wei muttered and didn't take it seriously. He continued: "This... Xiaohua, right? What's her situation?"

"She is an orphan. She was originally serving tea and water in the casino, but was..."

Chang Wei saw that she was hesitant to speak and immediately understood what she meant.

It was simply that two black guys took a fancy to her and the casino didn't dare to offend her, so they drugged her.

He looked at the timid Xiaohua and said, "You can stay here from now on. We will set up an orphanage and there will be a school here in the future."

Jiang Hongxia opened her eyes wide with excitement, "Brother Nan, are we going to take in orphans here and set up a school?"

"Well, when Tuan'er comes back, we will consider setting up the Kowloon Walled City Street Office and branch. How about leaving the Women's Director to you?"

"Tsk, team leader, I'm a section-level cadre."

"Well, that's just right."

"You wouldn't say that such a tiny place is on the same level as the capital, right?"

Chang Wei frowned, but did not scold her to try not to use interjections when speaking.

He changed the subject and said, "Pay attention during the population registration period and collect all the people who have been teachers. I remember that there was a porter at Sister Ni's battlefield who was a teacher."

Jiang Hongxia was very happy. She touched the little girl's head and said happily, "Xiaohua, you can study in the future too."

The little girl opened her big round eyes and stared at Chang Wei blankly.

This brother is so handsome!

"Brother Nan, what are you writing?"

"I just saw some writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone inside. They're for writing." As he spoke, Chang Wei handed over the rice paper in his hand.

At this time, the four Dharma Kings all gathered together and opened the rice paper curiously.

And Dragon Boat Festival

The race is a sad tale of a thousand years of injustice.

How can a loyal soul ever return once it leaves?

The country is destroyed and the body is dead, what is left now?

Only Li Sao remains in the world.

The four Dharma Kings' knowledge reserves were not enough to know Zhang Lei, and they had never seen this poem.

However, through Chang Wei's sharp handwriting, the infinite sadness and helplessness, as well as the generosity and heroism contained in the poems are vividly displayed on the paper.

Although Qu Yuan died because of the destruction of his country, his patriotic spirit that illuminates future generations and his masterpiece "Li Sao" that will shine through the ages will never disappear.

This is also the purpose of running a school that Chang Wei mentioned today.

Patriotism should be cultivated from an early age.

Chang Wei looked up at the sky and said to Wu Xihao, who was leaning out of the second-floor balcony to watch the fun, "Come down and go to the market to see if there are any bamboo leaves and buy some glutinous rice."

"Are you making rice dumplings?" Jiang Hongxia put away the rice paper and blinked, "Brother Nan, can you buy some meat?"

Wu Jimao said disdainfully: "Meat dumplings? White dumplings are better with sugar dip, and you can also put some candied dates in them."

"Zongzi should be eaten salty, you heretic."

"You are the evil one. Zongzi should be eaten sweet."

"Salty, salty."

"Sweet, sweet, oh, why are you hitting me..."

"Hit you? I can't kill you!" Jiang Hongxia was so angry at Wu Jimao that she almost read out his family tree.

Forget it, these people will be my relatives in the future.

Chang Wei listened to Jiang Hongxia and Wu Jimao playing and fighting, smiled gently, looked at Li Laifu and asked: "What's the situation now?"

"We opened the passage this morning, and nearly 2,000 people have left on their own accord."

"Don't stop those who want to leave. Drive out all those involved in drugs and gambling. Kowloon Walled City will not accept new residents until the household registration is completed."

Li Laifu nodded, "We are arranging the household registration statistics. There are also many intellectuals in the city, and we have already recruited them."

"You have to give money. The living expenses here are high."

"Understood, Brother Nan, don't worry, we are not short of money now."

Chang Wei smiled and asked, "What's going on with Sister Tuan'er?"

"Still recovering the stolen goods." Li Lai Fu opened the folder in his hand, took out a piece of paper and handed it over.

Above is the list of stolen goods.

After sending two teams for support, Tuan'er has brought all the bosses back to Cha Kwo Ling.

When they arrived in a strange place, these big guys realized that the strength of Hongxing was not measured by territory and number of people.

Machine guns, mortars, grenade launchers, and I heard that there are directional mines buried outside the barracks.

Up to now, not counting gold and jade, nearly 60 million in stolen money has been confiscated, all in cash.

"Tell Sister Tuan'er that the action over there needs to be accelerated and they must retreat to the fortress before dark." Chang Wei said, and waved his hand, "After the matter is done, sink everyone into the sea."

The strong never complain about the environment. Chang Wei is a weak person. He not only complains about the environment, but also complains about the strong.

So we can only send these strong men on their way.

Li Lai Fu could imagine what would happen when hundreds of thousands of gangsters in Hong Kong were leaderless.

But he doesn't care. This is not his country, and he can only fish in troubled waters.

If Red Star wants to have the final say in Kowloon after 8pm, these gangsters must either be incorporated or cleared out. There is no third option.

He thought for a moment and said, "Brother Nan, how do we deal with Lei Luo?"

"They even sacrificed their own cousin, so let's just spare his life." Chang Wei smiled and shook his head. "Once we're done here, we'll go to the other three inspectors' homes to beg for alms. We can't just find Inspector Lei as a donor."

Li Lai Fu smiled and nodded.

"There is one more thing. Ask Tuan'er to tell Lei Luo that I want all the information about the Digital Gang."

Three years ago, the Digital Gang's riot was directed at the country, so Chang Wei naturally couldn't let it go.

If you want to play dirty, then play dirty. The most I can do is suppress you.

But, you actually dared to cross the red line.

That red line is my bottom line.