I make a living solving crimes.

Chapter 111 Holy Mother

Chang Wei was completely defeated when he saw the photo of Wei Qianjun and Deputy Director Niu with a huge banner between them and only half of his head showing.

I was so busy laughing that I didn't notice the silk banner had already reached my nose.

He felt full of malice from the whole world.

Sanbao stamped his feet with laughter in the office.

Xiao Qiang and Xie Sanfu sprayed the tea onto the wall.

Only Aunt Zhu, the iron lady, was the most gentle, and she only smiled for fifteen seconds.

"What are you laughing at so happily?" Chen Mingji walked to the door of the office and looked at the fools in the room.

Everyone stood up and greeted each other. Jiang Hongxia took the newspaper and ran to show it to Chen Mingji excitedly, "Take a look at this photo of Chang Wei. How is it?"

Chen Mingji read the newspaper for a long time and asked in confusion: "There is no Little Chang Wei here either."

Everyone laughed again, and this time they couldn't stop laughing.

Only Chang Wei sat at the back of the office with a gloomy face, not saying a word.

He decided to find Wei Qianjun later, then take him out of the city to a deserted place and leave him alone.

Deputy Director Niu...forget it, they’ve given me the money.

When everyone stopped laughing, Chen Mingji finally understood what was going on. He then watched his cheeks twitch, and he held it back. It twitched again, and he held it back again. He turned and walked out of the office and suddenly exploded in the yard.

People from various offices came out to ask questions, and the laughter spread quickly like a virus.

It is a joyful morning.

The only one injured was Chang Wei.

Chang Wei silently took out a small notebook and recorded: On July 19th of the Wuxu year, the beasts mocked and humiliated me. I am not yet strong, but when I grow strong, things will change!

In the director's office, Zhang Youde rubbed his cheeks to relax his muscles as quickly as possible.

Because Chang Wei could no longer hide the look in his eyes that wanted to kill someone with a knife.

"Director Chen, what do you mean by this experience?"

Chen Mingji was rubbing his belly. "Didn't the mayor come to investigate a few days ago? He was particularly interested in our prisoner labor team and asked us to write a report and prepare to promote it throughout the city."

"Then you guys write it." Zhang Youde paused, then suddenly opened his eyes wide, "Mayor?"

"Yeah." Chen Mingji glanced at him.

I thought: I can’t scare you to death!

"We are doing this now, we can't put down the bowl and forget the cook, and there are still many key points that we haven't figured out, so we still want Chang Wei to get involved."

"Burp" "Burp" "Burp"

Zhang Youde burped three times in a row, and only stopped burping after taking a big gulp of cold water.

"Chang Wei is also involved?"

"Of course, if this is a bowl of Yangzhou fried rice, we fry the rice, you steam the rice, and Chang Wei..."

Chang Wei sneered: I am from Yangzhou.

"Chang Wei is the culprit. Without him, none of us would be able to accomplish this."

Actually not.

When the subdistrict office uses the labor team for flood prevention and disaster relief, the subdistrict office already has the ability to operate independently and at most needs the police station to provide a steady supply of labor.

It doesn’t really matter whether Chang Wei is there or not.

But Chen Mingji knew that he could not take all the credit for such a huge contribution by himself.

Why not bring Chang Wei?

He believed that this boy who was smiling all day long would bring him more surprises.

Chang Wei also understood Chen Mingji's thoughts.

This is giving yourself credit.

He silently took out a small notebook and crossed out Chen Mingji's name under that passage.

"Chang Wei, please express your opinion and tell us what you think."

"Director Chen is flattering me. Please discuss it with my master. Once you have made a decision, I will definitely follow your instructions."

Zhang Youde glanced at Chang Wei with satisfaction, then turned around and said, "Then let's do this together?"

"Let's do it together." Chen Mingji nodded sincerely, "Chang Wei, you tell me where we should start with this report."

Chang Wei casually mentioned, "Let's talk about four aspects."

Chen Mingji and Zhang Youde quickly took out their small notebooks.

Chang Wei lit a cigarette and paced back and forth in the office. "First, we need to mobilize the masses to actively participate in the public security management of the streets and respond to the central government's policies. In addition to cracking down on the four types of elements, namely, the landlords, the rich, the reactionaries, and the bad elements, we need to provide more help so that they can embark on the path of self-reliance."

The two pens were recording quickly, and after they finished writing, they looked up at Chang Wei expectantly.

"Second, minor conflicts are not reported to the higher authorities. For example, petty theft and other illegal acts, as well as acts that violate public order and morality such as peeping at women taking a bath, are reformed in the name of labor review within the street."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two pens started writing again.

"Third, internally, we must resolutely crack down on criminal activities. Police stations must be divided into a one-room, two-team model, and a comprehensive command room must be established. Street police teams and law enforcement teams must be set up to improve the efficiency of police response and case handling."

The two looked at Chang Wei stupidly, and seeing that he had no intention of explaining, they quickly started writing it down.

"Fourth, externally, while providing labor services for the streets, the labor team also organizes veteran workers in the streets to provide them with various technical training to ensure that they can find jobs outside the streets with their own skills and support themselves."

"Okay, that's very well said."

The two idiots clapped their hands hard and cheered loudly.

Chang Wei waved his hand calmly, "Please complete what I just said. If you have any questions, you can ask me."

After saying that, he walked straight out the door.

Chen Mingji and Zhang Youde's faces flushed as they excitedly began to take notes and write reports. After more than ten minutes, they slowly put down their pens and looked at each other, "Who is the leader among the three of us?"

Young leader Comrade Chang Wei is painting a portrait of Old Wang in the canteen.

The painting was not of an old man, but of a young man depicted in a blurry photo.

The photo is very small, and probably due to frequent use, the edges have become frayed, and probably due to frequent touching, the portrait is no longer clear.

The man looked 70% similar to Old Wang. He was wearing a gray suit and leaning slightly to the right against a tree. He was holding a lit cigarette in his hand and looking at the camera with a smile on his face.

Chang Wei is extremely careful in every stroke of his pen.

I have read many apocalyptic articles in my previous life, and every one of them said that if the apocalypse comes, you must not be a saint, but must be ruthless.

We have also experienced an era comparable to the end of the world. The Japanese invaders were rampant across our country like zombies. It was this group of "saints" who disregarded their personal safety, sacrificed their lives, and shed their blood, and saved our nation and bloodline!

A country that was just in its infancy, in order to keep the enemy out of the country, fought against 17 countries, used 200,000 lives to build a great reputation and create more than 70 years of peace!

Chang Wei's eyes gradually became moist.

He drew the last stroke, concentrated for a long time, and wrote stroke by stroke in the blank space next to it:

Since Pangu created the world, the Three Sovereigns established the country, and the Five Emperors expanded the territory.

Whenever a country encounters a major event, a man must be there, sacrifice his life in the war and sacrifice his life for the country.

The bones are burned into hills, and the blood flows into rivers.

Nor should we humiliate our country's land or lose its borders.

The soldiers are brave and will put their lives on the blade.

The commander's sleeves are covered in blood, and the king's sharp blade is shining.

I will not distinguish between old and young, noble and humble, senior and junior, and we will all work together.

Dump the water of the Yellow River, break the waves of the East China Sea,

Conquer the land of the barbarians and destroy the den of the Japanese slaves.

Fight against the invaders who bully you, and destroy the barbarians who kill you.

So the sea is turbulent, and the son has no shame in his conduct.

Let the corpses cover the wilderness, only the spirits can be relied upon!