I make a living solving crimes.

On the sea, a 10,000-ton cargo ship is sailing against the wind and waves heading north.

This is a British merchant ship. It just stopped in Po County for supplies more than ten days ago. The next supply port is Hong Kong Island.

Wu Jimao looked outside through the gap in the container, fanning his clothes and muttering, "If I don't dock, I'll go bad."

Chang Wei smelled the smell on his body and frowned.

It’s really hard to stay huddled in a container in the hot weather at the end of July.

He had space, so he could leave the container and take a walk every night and bring back braised pork and pork elbow, but during this process, he only took a bath twice.

Li Laifu's shirt was still tucked into his pants, his shirt buttoned to the collar, he stubbornly maintained his appearance, and asked curiously, "Team Leader, what on earth did you do that you have to be urgently transferred back?"

"It's just a small thing. I'm growing mushrooms in the northwest and waiting to use them." Chang Wei explained casually.

When he heard that it was related to mushrooms, Li Lai Fu quickly shut up and stopped asking questions.

Wu Jimao muttered, "Once the mushroom bomb is developed, the first one will be dropped on the Japanese island."

Although Chang Wei knew it was impossible, he still couldn't help looking forward to the moment when a mushroom cloud rose over Mount Fuji.

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It was two days later that they returned to the Kowloon Walled City, where demolition and construction were in full swing.

In order to accommodate the take-off and landing of Kai Tak Airport, Chang Wei reduced the building's floors to less than 20 stories. Below is a group of buildings that can be used for business or factories, and can effectively block outside attention.

"This is good. No one will come to see us, and there will be much more room for activities inside." Wu Jimao exclaimed while holding the engineering department's plan.

"Kaijian?" Jiang Hongxia thought for a long time, then jumped up and slapped him on the head, "I asked you to study, but you went to herd cattle. That's coveting."

"I don't care whether it's a crucian carp or a catfish..." Wu Jimao muttered, and seeing Jiang Hongxia's unhappy expression, he quickly slipped away to find Chang Long.

Northern women have ten dou of gentleness in total. In order to play Lin Daiyu, Chen Xiaoxu borrowed twelve dou, and the other women still owed two dou.

Fan Tuan'er followed Chang Wei into the house with a smile on her face. When Chang Wei came out of the toilet after washing, she gathered up her dirty clothes and said with a smile, "My dad has already arrived in the southwest and will go to Shannan for an inspection next month."

Chang Wei nodded, thought for a moment, and took out a porcelain bottle, "Find someone to deliver it to Uncle Fan. The mountain is high and the air is thin there, so his body may not be able to adapt."

Fan Tuan'er did not refuse, she took it with a smile, looked outside the door, and whispered, "Will there really be a problem over there?"

Chang Wei nodded, thought for a moment, and then said, "Tell Uncle Fan to pay attention to the Kongka Pass, especially the Langjiu direction, and be prepared for a conflict."

"How dare they?"

"It's hard to understand the thinking patterns of people from the sub-continent. There are also many Indians in Hong Kong. You can get in touch with them and understand their thinking patterns."

In fact, Chang Wei couldn’t understand it. Even their former master was being extremely patient. How dare they do that?

Do we really think we are invincible just by taking back Goa and driving out the colonial army of the tiny Portuguese country?

So what does it mean that we defeated seventeen countries?

"Why do you call them Third Brother?"

“Because they claim to be the third in the world.”

Fan Tuaner put all the dirty clothes into the basket, found a chair and sat down, "Tell me about this country."

Maybe she was worried about her father, or maybe they hadn't seen each other for a while and wanted to chat more, so the pretty girl sat in the room with her big round eyes full of stars.

Chang Wei found a comb and shaved his short hair roughly, then picked up the kettle and made a cup of tea for both of them. While he was busy, he talked about the glorious history of his third brother's family.

When he mentioned the caste system, Fan Tuaner frowned, "This kind of natural class division makes the lower-class people hopeless. Won't they resist?"

"So they proposed reincarnation. As long as you suffer more in this life, you can be promoted to a higher caste in the next life. If you commit suicide or rebel, you may not even be able to be a human in the next life."

Fan Tuan'er was stunned for a while, then hesitantly asked, "Reincarnation? Why does it sound so familiar?"

Chang Wei sneered, "That's why I respect Taoism and don't believe in Buddhism. It's all a theory to fool people into working like slaves all their lives."

Fan Tuan'er nodded very seriously, "Yes, this kind of thinking is not acceptable. The proletariat should overthrow all inequalities. There is no such thing as natural classes."

Chang Wei looked at her and remained silent.

Anyone who has read an education knows what class stratification brings.

But there are still people who treat the lower class people as cattle, horses, chickens and ducks.

He shook his head, pushing away these discordant thoughts, and looked for a world map to locate Kerala in the southern part of the subcontinent.

I remember there was a temple there.

At the same time, on the street opposite the Kowloon Walled City, Chang Long was walking on the sidewalk with Xiao Hua, A Zhi and A Xiong, swinging their arms.

People passing by all moved to the sides to make way.

It was as if the young lady had arrived and everyone should scatter.

The middle-aged woman selling dried fruits saw them coming and quickly took out a bag of melon seeds from her house, "Miss Long is here, you guys can take them and eat as you walk."

"Wow." Chang Long took it without hesitation with a smile, grabbed a handful for each person, stuffed half of the bag into his own pocket, and handed the remaining half back, "Sister Huang, those little hooligans didn't dare to come again, right?"

"With Miss Long here to keep us safe, no one dares to cause trouble here." The woman smiled and refused to take the bag. "They are just some worthless melon seeds. You can keep them and eat them."

"That's enough, that's enough." Seeing that she didn't take it, Chang Long threw half a bag of melon seeds on the stall in front of the door. "If you have anything to do, go to the Walled City. This area is the territory of the Iron-Blooded Youth Group. We will take care of it."

"Oh, thank you, Miss Long."

A few days ago, a few hooligans who appeared out of nowhere wanted to set up a stall on this street and started collecting protection fees, and the price they asked was extremely high.

Mrs. Huang didn't dare to go against these little hooligans, so she gave it to them silently. As a result, her brother-in-law, who usually played with Azhi and Axiong, accidentally mentioned the matter.

When the news reached Chang Long's ears, the trouble disappeared in an instant.

Jiang Hongxia brought veterans from the police station and Red Star and hung a few hooligans on a street lamp for a whole day, and the protection fee was fully refunded.

They are all spirited young men. When they get together, they are a ball of fire; when they disperse, they are a police station.

One kilometer around the city has been placed under Chang Long's jurisdiction.

Every day before dawn, the children of the youth group would go out to the streets to clean up the streets.

Every shop stall along the street has to pay two yuan in sanitation fees every month.

Everyone paid the money reluctantly, but due to the prestige of the Kowloon Walled City and thinking it was not much, they all endured it.

As a result, after this incident, each household took the initiative to increase the sanitation management fee to four yuan.

Compared to the little gangsters' asking price of fifty or one hundred yuan, the Iron-Blooded Boys' Group looked like beggars.

Moreover, these kids really work and clean the place very thoroughly.

Now they can even provide armed protection...