I make a living solving crimes.

The current leader of the city is called Tornado, who opened a barber shop on the second floor next to the atrium.

It is said that he used to be a member of the Blue Shirts Society, and he took over the city with the help of his former colleagues and old subordinates.

This is not surprising in Hong Kong. Weren’t Digital Gang and Yian founded in the same way?

Thinking back to the soldiers wearing American combat boots and holding Garands the night before, it seemed to make sense.

On the second day after the capture of the walled city, Tornado issued a notice that opium dens, gambling dens, and pimps were not welcome in the walled city.

I originally thought this was just a high-sounding statement.

You, Tornado, don't sell drugs or act as a dealer, but you rely on a barber shop to support hundreds of ferocious veterans under you?

As a result, on the third day, the walled city really began to be cleaned up.

The smart ones packed up their properties and ran away before the action took place, while the stupid ones were left with no choice but to face death.

Because of this, Tornado's apprentice expressed some different opinions and was expelled from the sect. Now he is gathering with some Chaoshan people who escaped and preparing to set up a new sect in Hong Kong Island.

Before leaving, he wrote a 6,000-word letter to Tornado, criticizing him for taking his tuition and not returning it.

These are just rumors, no one knows whether they are true or not.

But ordinary people living in the walled city clearly felt the changes.

The old gangsters who used to draw dragons and tigers are gone, replaced by some old soldiers who speak in a sonorous and powerful voice, walk like dragons and tigers, and do things in an orderly manner.

The smoky opium dens and gambling dens disappeared, and the women controlled by pimps regained their freedom.

The alleys that were once full of sewage are now clean, and the public toilets that were once smelly are cleaned regularly.

The ancient building in the middle has been restored to its former function as a government office and has become the administrative center of the fortress.

The middle-aged man bowed and nodded as he stepped out. He walked quickly through the alley, turned two bends, climbed up the stairs, and knocked on the door gently.

Footsteps were heard in the house, and after a while the door opened a crack. The woman looked through the crack and saw that it was a man, and then she felt relieved.

"How is it? Is it done?" The woman welcomed the man into the house, closed the door and asked anxiously.

The man picked up the teapot on the table, poured a glass of water and drank it all in one gulp. He sat down and took a few breaths before saying, "It's done. They are quite kind, completely different from Mr. Ding's people."

The woman asked, "What procedures did you go through?"

The man thought for a while, then chose his words carefully: "Well... how should I put it? It's like the household registration and land reform."

The woman exclaimed, "Land reform? There's no place like this, where is there land to be distributed? Besides, isn't Tornado Guo's army? Why is he doing land reform?"

"We don't divide the land, we divide the house." The man explained, "This place will be rebuilt soon, we can all get a house, just pay the rent on time every month."

"Divide a house? How big can it be?"

"It should be at least twice as big as it is now, right?" The man looked at the small house of less than ten square meters and looked forward to the new house.

“Can it be divided into such a large amount?”

"A lot of people have left, and now new people are not allowed to move in, and new houses must be at least 15 stories high."

Hearing this, even women became excited.

Although the rent will be more expensive if the area is larger, who doesn’t want to live in a big house?

"What about the household registration you just mentioned?" The woman came back to her senses. "What kind of household registration will they issue us? What about our Hong Kong City identity?"

"It's not a household registration, it's a residence permit for the walled city. Only with this permit can you move in, and your children can go to school in the walled city with this permit too?"

“We’re going to run a school here?”

"Well, it's free to go to middle school."

"Hiss... Old Chen, why do I feel like this group of people are not like the Guo army, and they are doing things in the same way?"

"I think so too. Guo Jun is not polite when he speaks. When I went to the government office today, everyone there was very enthusiastic and kept talking about you."

"Old Chen, could it be that Tornado has defected to the Communist Party?"

“…It’s hard to say.”

"Then, will they take this place back?"

The man was not sure. He thought for a long time and sighed, "The arm is stronger than the thigh. Where can we go after leaving the fortress?"

The woman sat beside the man and sighed, "Yeah, where can we go if we leave the city?"

"Let's wait and see. At least it's all good news now, especially about the school. Ah Zhi doesn't have to go to school outside, and won't be led astray by others. And there's no tuition fee."

"Yes, Ah Zhi goes to school outside and is bullied all day long."

Outside the house, Ah Zhi, who was only in his early teens, leaned against the door and listened to what his parents said inside. He quietly stepped back, quickly climbed two flights of stairs, and called out his childhood friend.

"Axiong, have you heard that we will go to school in the Walled City from now on?"

"I heard about it from Xiaohua." The boy named Axiong nodded naively.

"Xiaohua, Xiaohua, how old are you and you're trying to pick up girls like others?" Ah Zhi pouted and continued, "If I go to school in the Walled City in the future, I won't be able to go to Tsz Wan Shan to play."

"Ah Zhi, I don't want to go to Tsz Wan Shan anymore. I want to study hard." Ah Xiong looked at his childhood friend seriously and advised, "You shouldn't go either. They are not good people."

"You...you were poisoned by Xiaohua. We have no money and no power. How can we get ahead if we don't join a gang?"

"Xiaohua is a good girl."

"Xiaohua is indeed good, but look at yourself. You are short, have a nasty face, and are born to be a gangster. How could she be interested in you?"

"I'm not. I've made up my mind. I'm going to study hard in the future. Even if I can't get an A in every subject, I'll at least get a B."

"If you can get a B, I will call you Big B Brother when I see you from now on."

In the government office in the middle courtyard, Chang Wei said with a smile: "I really didn't expect to send you here."

Xiao Wang stood up and said respectfully, "Secretary Chen said a lot of good things for me, and I want to thank you too."

Chang Wei smiled and waved his hands, "Why thank me? I'm so happy that someone I know is here."

The staff of the Kowloon Walled City Sub-district Office have arrived one after another. They are all elites transferred from the mainland, with reliable thinking and good work style.

Xiao Wang was recommended by Chen Mingji and, with Chang Wei's approval, came here from Beijing to be in charge of the Housing Management Section, which was considered a direct promotion from deputy section chief.

Jiang Hongxia guessed correctly. The tiny Hong Kong city was on the same level as the capital, and the Kowloon Walled City was equivalent to a county.

As for managing Kowloon Walled City on its own... only Chang Wei would be crazy enough to do that.

What’s the difference between that and ruling the mountain?

However, the final opinion from above was that the situation in Gangcheng was complicated, and the subdistrict office had to carry out its work under the leadership of Chang Wei, with his opinions being the main focus of everything.

So, there is no director or secretary here for the time being.

I heard that this was the old man's instruction.

Like Dragon Team - S.H.I.E.L.D. - Avengers - Red Star, there is no chief officer in the department-level treatment.

The position is vacant and is waiting for him to join the organization when he turns eighteen.

Jiang Hongxia came in with something in her hand, smiling, and handed a cup to Xiao Wang. "Come on, Chief Wang, try this."

Xiao Wang smelled a strange smell and asked curiously, "Chief Jiang, what is this?"

"Coffee. People in Hong Kong drink this to stay awake when they feel sleepy at work."

"Shouldn't you rest when you're tired? Why do you want to drink this to refresh yourself?"

"The people here are like cattle and horses. They have to work overtime."

"Evil capitalist."

"Indeed, the exploitation here is very severe." Jiang Hongxia echoed, and handed the paper bag in her hand to Wu Jimao, "Big chicken drumstick, do you want to eat it?"

Wu Jimao was stunned for a moment in disbelief, and after a while he carefully asked, "Did it fall to the ground?"

"Yeah." Jiang Hongxia nodded as a matter of course.