I make a living solving crimes.

Fan Tuaner did not come to Hong Kong with Chang Wei last time. This time, he was busy with the affairs of Kowloon Walled City and had no interaction with Chang Wan.

But this is Chang Wei's sister, even if she is recognized as her, she still tries her best to be close to her.

"Hello, big sister." Chang Wan greeted Fan Tuan'er from a distance when he saw her, blinking his big eyes twice, "Big sister, you smell so good."

"Xiao Wan is so good." Fan Tuan'er squatted down, took her hand, and smiled gently, "Is the training over today?"

"Yes, Prince brother taught us how to march." Chang Wan replied with a smile.

"Be careful, don't get tanned like the prince, Xiaowan is a little beauty."

Chang Wan covered his toothless mouth and smiled.

"I bought you a new set of clothes and shoes today, come and try them on."

The little girl thought about it and did not refuse. She smiled brightly, leaned into Fan Tuan'er's arms and said, "Thank you, big sister."

Chang Wan likes to imitate Lan Xiaojie in dressing, preferring ancient style, so Fan Tuaner bought her a student outfit with a Republic of China style, a light blue top and a knee-length skirt.

The sleeves only covered the elbows, revealing a piece of white arms.

In fact, she likes Lan Xiaojie more, but she doesn't dare to distance herself from Fan Tuaner.

If this were to happen, Big Brother would be in a difficult position, and Lan Xiaojie would probably also be embarrassed.

When she was selling cigarettes on the street, she learned to read people's expressions.

Fortunately, Fan Tuan'er was a very generous person. After Lan Xiaojie and Chang Wan moved into Kowloon Walled City, she provided them with great convenience and never controlled their actions. The only requirement was that they must bring veteran guards with them when they went out.

Not far from them, Chang Wei was writing a new song and handed it to Lan Xiaojie.

"Chi Ling?" Lan Xiaojie looked at the music score in confusion. After humming a few lines, she asked in surprise, "Is there opera in this?"

"Yes, it's a fusion of songs and operas." Chang Wei nodded, and after a moment of silence, he said, "There is a tragic story in it."

Then several beauties listened to his story and burst into tears at the end.

Lan Xiaojie was deeply shocked by the fearless spirit of dying together with the enemy.

When the lyrics of "Although I am in a low position, I dare not forget to worry about my country, even if no one knows me" sounded in the atrium, countless people leaned their heads out of the upstairs windows and applauded in unison.

Chang Wan couldn't fully understand the patriotism yet, but that didn't stop her from following Lan Xiaojie, learning her singing style, her water sleeves, and all the other skills.

The Seven Sons' Song is no longer allowed to be played on the radio because of the profound meaning contained in the lyrics, but it is sung everywhere in the mainland.

The Japanese have committed quite a few crimes in Hong Kong, so "Red Ling" should not be banned by the Hong Kong authorities.

After singing the song several times, everyone smelled a familiar fragrance.

There is no doubt that it was Chang Wei who was cooking, and he was making noodles with lard.

Only noodles made by Chang Wei have such an aroma.

He brought out a few large bowls on a tray, pulled over a stool, picked up a bowl and started eating.

This noodle sounds simple, but it is actually not easy. At least when it comes to kneading the dough, few people can make it so chewy.

Maybe I don't have as much strength as him to fight.

Fan Tuaner led Chang Wan over and sat opposite him. He helped Chang Wan mix the food first, then handed a bowl to Lan Xiaojie. Then he picked up his own bowl and said while stirring, "Du Ye will go south today. He and Bai Ze will come by water."

"Call him to the capital. Is there a mission?"

"It's the Ministry of Public Security that wants to see him. After all, we have triple management. Minister Fu is probably afraid that things will get too big after he comes here, so he specifically asked him to go to Beijing. He wants him to be more restrained and consider the overall situation."

Chang Wei sneered, "Consider the overall situation? Sister Tuan'er, remember, anyone who asks you to consider the overall situation, you are not in the overall situation, and anyone who asks you to do something at any cost, you are the cost."

Fan Tuan'er looked around nervously and said dissatisfiedly: "Don't say these things outside."

Chang Wei nodded sullenly.

The second batch of grain has been shipped to Shanghai. In a month or so, he can go out and have fun and see who will consider the overall situation for him.

He put aside these distracting thoughts and asked, "Where are my eldest sister and the others?"

"Big sister, Xiaolong, and Xiaoman passed the test normally."

"Well, Xiaowan hasn't met the rest of the Chang family yet, so it's a good opportunity to meet them."

Chang Wan opened her eyes wide and blinked, and asked expectantly, "Are the elder sister and the younger sister coming?"

"Well, there is also a niece who should call you little aunt."

"Little aunt, I am also a little aunt."

Chang Wan took a bite of noodles and swallowed it happily. He raised his head and glanced at Chang Wei secretly, his eyes curved into crescents with laughter.

Besides my brother, I will have many other relatives.

Finally, she secretly glanced at Lan Xiaojie and Fan Tuaner, pouted her lips, and sighed silently.

My eldest brother is stupid and doesn't understand anything.

After dinner, Lan Xiaojie and Chang Wan went to clean up the dishes. Chang Wei returned to the room, sorted out the equipment in the space, and changed into very ordinary clothes.

Fan Tuan'er stood guard outside the house and warned: "Be careful, retreat if there is any danger."

Chang Wei smiled and nodded, then he led the little yellow dog out of a dark alley in the east, pushed out a bicycle at the exit, and rode towards the coast like a boy walking his dog.

Someone has been waiting here for a long time.

Sitting on the yacht left by the Ma brothers, they sailed against the wind and waves towards Hong Kong Island in the south.

It was just getting dark, the moonlight was bright, and silver light and mist were floating on the sea. The island not far away seemed to be covered with a mysterious veil. Chang Wei stood on the bow, facing the sea breeze, enjoying the tranquility.

When he got ashore, Sister Ni's driver had already parked the car on the side of the road.

"Mr. Chen." The driver was very conspicuous and said nothing more. After Chang Wei and the little yellow dog got in the car, he drove the car forward silently.

In the back seat of the vehicle was a set of clothes and a photo ID.

After the vehicle entered Central and stopped on the street, Chang Wei and the little yellow dog got out and quickly walked between the two buildings.

At this time, he had changed into another set of clothes, a work suit with the power company's logo. He had a beard on his lips and a sallow face. Combined with his thin body, he looked like an ordinary power worker.

Chang Wei poked his head out from the dark corner between the buildings and looked around. After making sure that no one was paying attention, he waved his hand.

In the alley, the little yellow dog suddenly exerted his strength, jumped a few times, grabbed the wall and climbed up, and quickly disappeared from the second-floor window.

Chang Wei was waiting quietly in the dark, waiting for the whole building to lose power.

He got a message from Mr. Death.

It was the Ko Party’s branch in Hong Kong Island that sold out his photos and information.

It was this organization that blew up a plane in Hong Kong in 55.

The plane was bound for Bandung, Indonesia, where an international conference was to be held.

The plane was originally going to have a distinguished guest who coincidentally missed the flight because he had just undergone appendectomy surgery.

However, eleven people on the plane still died.