I make a living solving crimes.

After dinner, Chang Wei, Fan Tuaner and others took the Ma brothers’ private yacht across the sea, landed at the yacht club pier, and took a walk on the streets of Hong Kong Island.

Unlike Kowloon and the New Territories, Hong Kong Island has been developed for a hundred years and is more prosperous.

At this time, the lights were just coming on, the streets were extremely busy, and pedestrians were walking around.

"It seems like there are very few power outages here." Fan Tuan'er looked around. "When I was in Beijing, there were power outages every now and then, especially at night."

"It also goes out during the day, but people are so poor that they only have one household appliance, a light bulb, so they don't feel the power outage during the day."

Fan Tuaner smiled bitterly.

It was only at Lei Luo's house that she realized there were so many household appliances.

Televisions, refrigerators, washing machines, and even a machine that creates air conditioning.

Electric fans, in particular, are almost standard equipment for ordinary households in Hong Kong, and there are many of them in Kowloon Walled City.

After a power outage, people in Beijing would take their fans, chairs, and large teapots, and sit in the windy yard in groups of three or four to chat, talk about family matters and work, reminisce about their youth, and watch the children playing around them.

Older people will also look up at the Milky Way in the sky and sigh that time flies.

The young man and the girl dated secretly and expressed their feelings to each other from a distance of one meter.

Compared to here, people in the capital live a more leisurely, more simple life... and are poorer!

Wu Jimao muttered, "Brother Nan, why don't we rob a few more capitalists?"

Chang Wei glared at him and said, "The stability and prosperity of Hong Kong City is very important to the country. The mafia is a cancer. They can be robbed and the capitalists can't touch them. There are no public enterprises here. If private enterprises go bankrupt, how will the people find jobs?"

Wu Jimao was stunned. He had never thought about these questions and didn't know how to answer them.

Jiang Hongxia glanced at him and asked, "Brother Nan, when are you going to leave?"

Chang Wei was surprised and asked, "When did I say I was leaving?"

Jiang Hongxia snorted twice and said unconvincedly: "You said you wanted to go to Ryukyu last night."

"I saw the map when I was cleaning the house for you just now." Fan Tuan'er kicked the pebbles on the roadside and said softly, "I know you can't stay here. When the situation stabilizes in a few days, take me to Ying's house and I will meet with Sister Ni."

Chang Wei looked at Fan Tuaner and nodded after a while.

"Are you going to Ryukyu?"

"If it weren't for the great god, I would actually like to go to Frog Island." Chang Wei looked up at the sky and sighed, "I don't know if I will be locked up in a small dark room if I go to Da Piaoliang's house to set fire now."

These American firefighters shouldn’t only save cats and dogs, right?

"How beautiful?" Fan Tuaner asked in confusion.

"America." Chang Wei laughed at himself, looking at the white people walking by on the street from time to time, "We gave the most beautiful and best words to these bastards."

Fan Tuaner thought about what he said and found that it was true.

American, English, German, French...these words are all excellent.

I originally wanted to turn my heart to the bright moon, but the moon is as cheap as a chicken.

"You want to go to Ryukyu, but it's just a tiny place, how much food can it have?"

"Ryukyu is just a stepping stone. The destination is definitely the mainland of Japan. However, Ryukyu has many military bases, which are very close to us."

"You don't want to attack the military base, do you?" Fan Tuaner was surprised.

"The mushrooms are not ready yet." Chang Wei curled his lips, "I want to get all the planes back."

Fan Tuaner stared at Chang Wei blankly for a while before carefully admonishing him, "Chang Wei, this will lead to a fight."

"Don't worry, Sister Tuan'er, I'm just going to steal. You know, I'm good at it." Chang Wei explained with a smile, "I'll sneak in without shooting. Besides, I can speak Japanese."

Fan Tuaner immediately understood what he was going to do.

After walking into the crowd, a few people stopped talking about these things and started looking around with interest.

Different from Sheung Wan and Central where Victoria Harbour is located and which are mostly inhabited by foreigners, Wan Chai is mostly inhabited by Chinese, with a higher density and a strong urban atmosphere.

Small vendors can be seen everywhere on the street, selling everything from food to drinks to clothing.

A little boy ran up to them, looked around, and finally came to Wu Jimao, holding up the flowers in his hand high, "Uncle, uncle, buy a bunch of flowers for my sister?"

Wu Jimao's eyes turned white. "What did you call me?"

"uncle......"

Wu Jimao looked at Chang Wei sadly, "Brother Nan, am I that old now?"

Chang Wei said faintly: "Not old, mainly black..."

Wu Jimao was not convinced and twisted his neck and said, "But I asked the electric fan last night if I was black, and it kept shaking its head."

Chang Wei thought about it seriously and advised: "Don't listen to the electric fan, it's just blowing."

Wu Jimao was even sadder. He looked at the little boy and said stubbornly, "You have to call me brother."

The little boy was stunned for a moment, looked at Wu Jimao, then looked at Chang Wei, and whispered to Wu Jimao: "Uncle, uncle, buy a bunch of flowers for my brother."

Wu Jimao was stunned!

Fan Tuaner and Jiang Hongxia hugged each other with a smile.

Chang Wei covered his face and didn't want to speak.

The little boy didn't leave either. He stood in front of Wu Jimao and held the flowers high.

Wu Jimao was a man who had to pinch every penny carefully, so how could he be willing to spend money on flowers? He just stared at the little boy silently.

In the end, Chang Wei took out two dollars and bought two bouquets of flowers, which he stuffed into the hands of Fan Tuaner and Jiang Hongxia respectively.

At first, he just felt sorry for the little boy, or maybe he thought of Chang Wan. But before the two girls could be happy, a man rushed out from the street, kicked the little boy on the butt, snatched the money from him, and cursed, "You're so stupid. If you don't sell out today, you won't have anything to eat."

The little boy staggered forward and was caught by Jiang Hongxia.

Chang Wei patted his forehead. He knew that the young policewoman’s sense of justice was about to erupt again!

"He is still a child, so young, how could you kick him?" Jiang Hongxia lived up to everyone's expectations and faced the crime head-on.

The man looked Jiang Hongxia up and down frivolously, then put his eyes on Fan Tuan'er, and finally stopped at her chest. There was a greedy light in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched as he smiled, "Girl, you just came to Hongcheng, right? Do you have a place to stay? How about I help you find a good place?"

Fan Tuaner felt extremely uncomfortable being stared at by the man. She glanced at him coldly, turned around and said nothing.

Wu Jimao had already slapped the man in the face.

As the Red Star's Double Flower Red Stick, he slapped the man unconscious with this slap.

It was like stirring up a hornet's nest, and more than a dozen gangsters gathered from all directions.

Two or three buttons of his colorful shirt were undone, leaving his chest half exposed. The lapels of his shirt were hanging outside his trousers. He walked with his chest puffed out and his arms thrown behind his shoulders, swaying from side to side.

"Boy, you are in big trouble." The long-haired leader pulled out an iron chain from his waist.

Wu Jimao curled his lips and complained in his heart, saying that he was even more pretentious than Chang Wei.

Seeing him like this, the gangsters rolled up their sleeves, pulled out steel pipes from their waists, and rushed forward shouting.

Before he got close, the veteran from the rule of law team following behind Chang Wei had already swung out his short stick.

Chang Wei walked to the side of the street, supported himself with his hands and sat on the sidewalk railing, his calves swinging back and forth, and he watched the gangsters getting beaten up with a smile on his face.

"Wan Chai has always been a place where I can hang out and have fun. Red Star is in charge of this area..."