Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Qin Dabao kicked Sun Qian aside. This fat guy always wanted to take advantage of him.

"Fatty, go get some charcoal. Also, have you prepared the marinade?"

"I've done it." Sun Qian was not angry even after being kicked. He took a basin and went into the office.

Qin Dabao put the barbecue grill under the stairs and carried the basin into the office.

When he entered the office, Lao Shen was circling around the meat basin. He hadn't seen so much meat in the past six months.

Dabao put the mutton bowl on the desk, washed his hands, and took the marinade handed to him by Sun Qian. Wow, it weighed more than 20 kilograms. Not to mention two bowls of meat, ten times more would be enough.

Dabao asked Sun Qian to get the sliced ​​pork head from the sidecar. He had to keep the braised pork liver and pork intestines for his uncle and his friends to eat with wine, and he couldn't bear to give them to Fatty.

The braised pork head was fragrant. It was the secret recipe of the master chef from Fengzeyuan. When it was stimulated by the spiritual well water, all the flavors came out. Sun Qian couldn't help but secretly eat two slices. As a result, he couldn't stop eating it. If Dabao hadn't kicked him in time, he would have eaten half of it.

The fragrance was so good that even Wu Fan, who was reading a book nearby, couldn't help but come over and grab two pieces to eat.

"Aha." The little fat boy hummed: "It's so delicious, Bao Boss, where did you get this pig head? It tastes amazing."

Qin Dabao said as he was mixing the meat: "This is the skill of the master chef from Fengzeyuan. Fatty, hurry up and get some charcoal."

Sun Qian chuckled and pulled out a sack from the corner. When he opened it, he found a bag of charcoal inside. "I picked this up from the barbecue season."

Qin Dabao discovered that this little fat boy was actually very thoughtful, which really proved the old saying: he may look like a pig, but he may be very smart.

He had read the original Journey to the West and discovered a problem. When the four masters and apprentices went on a journey to obtain Buddhist scriptures, although the monkeys were arrogant and carried a stick all day long, in fact, every time Tang Monk dealt with the monkeys, it was Zhu Bajie who instigated them. This shows that pigs are much smarter than monkeys. Now, the more Dabao looks at Sun Qian, the more he looks like Bajie.

After mixing the meat, cover it with a piece of newspaper. Dabao went out and brought in the iron skewers. These iron skewers had been soaked in lake water and were very clean.

Qin Dabao pretended not to see Sun Qian and Wu Fan stealing the pig's head, and even Old Shen ate a piece from time to time.

He took out a box of special-supply cigarettes from his pocket, put a cigarette in his mouth, and threw the box on the table. Sun Qian was quick to grab it.

"Oh my god, Boss Bao, whose prince are you? You can smoke this cigarette casually?"

Qin Dabao snorted: "Why don't you light it for me? You have no sense at all."

Sun Qian hurriedly lit up the cigarette for Dabao like a lackey, and Dabao started to thread the meat skewers with the cigarette in his mouth.

He was smoking a cigarette, but he didn't hesitate to ask, "Fatty, is there anything going on at the bureau these past two days?"

"Yes, yes." Sun Qian perked up, wiped his hands with a towel, lit a cigarette, and sat on a chair in front of Dabao.

Dabao frowned and said, "Give one to Lao Shen and don't put it in your own pocket. If you do that again, I won't give you any cigarettes anymore."

Sun Qian curled his lips and threw a cigarette to Old Shen. Old Shen caught the cigarette with a wide grin and carefully put it in his jacket pocket. How could he bear to smoke this cigarette? This was just for showing off. It must be that these two prodigal sons didn't take it seriously.

"Boss Bao, the day before yesterday, the day before yesterday, a criminal beat his accomplice to death at our gate. It was Liu Shuwen, the one you beat up. I heard that his mother has been coming to the police station every day to make trouble these past two days. You didn't know about this, did you?"

Dabao nonchalantly skewered the meat: "I know, I was the one who captured Liu Shuwen. I was right there when he was killed by Wang Li."

"Fuck! The reason you had that confrontation with Deputy Director Liu and Director Xie was because of Liu Shuwen, right?"

"They are the ones who are dishonest. Not only are they shielding criminals, but they also dare to mock me. If I don't confront them, who else should I confront?"

Sun Qian grinned. This was the real deal. The rumors in the bureau were all true. He turned around and glanced at Old Shen and Wu Fan. Old Shen was shocked. He quickly raised the newspaper and shrank back into it, pretending that no one could see him. Sun Qian silently cursed: "Coward..."

As for Wu Fan, he held two pieces of meat in one hand and a book in the other, and didn't listen to what they said at all. To him, no matter how big the matter was, it was not as important as the book.

"Boss Bao, you're too tough. I'll give you a good beating. Deputy Director Liu went to the Party School to study. I heard that Director Xie also received a transfer order this morning. It seems he's going back to his hometown in Shaanxi."

He turned Dabao's face and said seriously: "Big Brother Bao, you are not honest. You told me before that your father is a worker and your mother is a housewife. Are you lying?

Tell me the truth, whose prince are you?"

"Get lost! Let go of your claws, they're all greasy. How the hell am I dishonest? My dad is just an ordinary worker in a steel mill, and my mom is working now as a clerk in the street office. What have I lied to you about?"

Sun Qian let go of his hand and rested his chubby face on the back of the chair, his eyes confused: "This is not right, it's not scientific... What's wrong with it?"

Dabao ignored him and finished two pots of meat and a hundred large skewers in less than an hour.

He stood up and kicked the leg of the chair Sun Qian was sitting on: "I put the barbecue stove outside, go and light the charcoal."

"Okay." Hearing that there would be delicious food soon, the fat man grabbed Wu Fan and ran out.

Qin Dabao took this opportunity to return to his office. This was the first time he entered his own office since he was assigned to the Security Department. You can imagine how idle his work was.

The office is the same size as the other two, both more than 20 square meters, which is not small. The furnishings in the room are extremely simple, with blue bricks on the floor, yellowed walls, a desk with peeling paint, a few chairs, two upper and lower wooden cabinets, and a washbasin rack, but no washbasin, towels, or soap.

The room was cleaned carefully by the three of them, and it was clean and tidy.

Qin Dabao was very satisfied. Their Security Department and Firearms Department were the places where they were treated like royalty in the Municipal Bureau. They didn't need to work overtime and they went to get off work and left work on time. Once the gate was closed, it became an independent kingdom. Usually, they were only a little busy at the beginning and end of the month when other departments came to collect spare parts or guns and ammunition. Otherwise, there were few people coming for more than 20 days.

Even the big and small leaders in the bureau rarely come here throughout the year. It's really comfortable to lie down and slack off in this place.

There were only two people in the Firearms Department, a section chief and a clerk. Qin Dabao had spent eighteen years in the Firearms Department in his previous life. During this period, he outlasted two section chiefs until they retired and one until he died. He was promoted from section level to section level, so he had been dealing with firearms for half his life.

But history is now ambiguous. Qin Dabao doesn't know who is in the Firearms Department, and he hasn't even visited. His own office is full of first-time visitors, so why would he go to other departments? Qin Dabao is not the kind of diligent person.

He took out a pack of special white cigarettes, a pack of ordinary Zhonghua cigarettes, and two boxes of black tea from the space and put them in the drawer of the desk. There was a padlock on the drawer, so he quickly locked it so that he could take things out of the drawer in the future without arousing suspicion.

As for locking it? That fat guy is really shameless. If it's not locked, that guy will clear it out in minutes.

"Cough cough cough..." The smoke outside the house was thick, and the charcoal made Wu Fan cough non-stop.

Qin Dabao left the office, jumped down the stairs, and kicked the two idiots away one by one. They were just foodies and were useless.

He used a stove hook to spread the charcoal evenly, and found a cardboard to fan the fire. Soon the charcoal fire was on fire. Qin Dabao turned around and asked the fat man to bring out the skewers.

He arrived in front of the sidecar motorcycle, lifted the seat, and found a storage box underneath. Actually, there was nothing inside. Dabao was trying to cover up his tracks by taking out two bottles of Fenjiu from the space. These were given to him by Director Pan from the steel rolling mill. He did not take out Moutai. One should be low-key. Qin Dabao would never admit that he was stingy and was reluctant to give Moutai to Fatty and the others.

The charcoal fire was burning brightly. The charcoal was made of apple wood and had a strong smoky smell mixed with a hint of fruity aroma.

Qin Dabao was in charge of grilling the skewers. He evenly sprinkled the grilling seasonings on the skewers, and soon the aroma of the meat came out.

Sun Qian found a few small stools from somewhere and gave one to Dabao. He and Wu Fan sat in front of the barbecue grill, holding enamel pots, poured wine into them, and waited for the skewers with their mouths watering.

Old Shen is the most fake person. He was embarrassed to come out to eat meat at first, but in the end he couldn't resist his greed and finally moved out of the office, sitting by the stove with a flattering smile on his face.

Dabao didn't laugh at him. He knew Lao Shen's stingy personality best. He poured him two taels of wine and then concentrated on grilling skewers.

Barbecue is actually an art. This down-to-earth way of eating embodies human beings' primitive desire for food. As the most ancient delicacy, its history can be traced back to prehistoric times.

The earliest reference to barbecue as "zhi" was in the Book of Songs. The idiom "脍致人心" refers to delicious food, and zhi means grilling. As a memory ingrained in people's bones, few people can resist the aroma of barbecue.

The rich burnt aroma filled his nose, and Sun Qian couldn't help it. He picked up the mutton skewers and started eating.

Qin Dabao hit him: "Why are you in such a hurry? It's not cooked yet."

"It's cooked, it's cooked, it's delicious, better than the ones in the barbecue season..." Sun Qian ate without raising his head or opening his eyes.

Qin Dabao wore large skewers, and he also learned the method of Xijiang, sandwiching two slices of tomato and two slices of pear in the skewers.

This taste is even better.

Sun Qian and the other two ate with relish, and this barbecue completely conquered the little fat man's stomach.

Qin Dabao heard the door of the firearms department creak, but he didn't pay attention to it. He put all his thoughts on the barbecue skewers.

A figure walked over from the firearms department, came to Sun Qian's side, and kicked him: "Get out of here!"

Sun Qian looked up suddenly, and when he saw the person coming, he immediately smiled and shouted loudly: "Okay..."

PS: It's already 200 chapters, and the heroine is finally going to appear. When I write online novels, I hate those kinds of stories that are half-hidden. Just write about the people and things that happen according to the plot. Don't hide anything and keep people in suspense. I don't do things that keep people in suspense.