Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Sun Qian grinned from behind and kept making gestures at Dabao. Dabao frowned and said, "You'd better speak. I don't understand your sign language."

Sun Qian was so anxious that he jumped around, and Qin Dabao was laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten his back.

Zuo Mingyue couldn't hold back her laughter and shouted coldly: "Speak!"

"Boss Bao, I, I want to eat two too!" Sun Qian took a deep breath.

Dabao laughed, made an OK sign, opened the door and left.

Sun Qian smiled smugly at Wu Fan: "See, Boss Bao still loves me, right? He said he would bring me three, and I'll give you half when the time comes."

Wu Fan raised his head from the book and pushed his glasses: "I only need to eat 458 grams, I can't eat more."

"How much is 4 grams? Isn't it so precise? You stinky glasses, you even bring a scale to eat roast duck?" Sun Qian beat Wu Fan until he screamed.

Zuo Mingyue stood up, kicked the chair to the side, and glanced at Sun Qian. Sun Qian immediately covered his mouth with his chubby hands and dared not make a sound.

Zuo Mingyue opened the door and left.

Sun Qian then let out a long sigh and pulled over a chair to sit down.

Old Shen, who had always been invisible, came over at this moment and said with a smile, "Little Sun Qian, why are you so scared of Xiao Zuo? You're more scared than a mouse seeing a cat?"

Sun Qian glared at him and said, "What's it to you?"

Old Shen sat back down awkwardly.

Wu Fan rubbed his arm, which was pinched and hurt, and said angrily: "I know. I heard from my second aunt that there was a female bully in the compound. When my cousin was seven years old, she stripped him naked, leaving him only a pair of shorts, and wrapped him in a fishing net, squeezing his flesh into pieces. That female bully drew more than a hundred little turtles on my cousin's body and then hung him on a tree..."

"You keep talking!" Sun Qian was furious and rushed towards Wu Fan again, and Wu Fan screamed again...

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Dabao went upstairs to the director's office and pushed the door open. Lu Jianbang was writing a document. When he looked up, he saw him rushing to the cabinet.

He was so angry that he yelled: "Little bastard, are you a robber? You rummaged through my cabinets as soon as you entered the room. You, you put it down, oh my little ancestor, you have to leave some for me."

Dabao packed a box of beautifully packaged tea, two packs of white special-supply cigarettes, and four bottles of Moutai into his messenger bag. He sighed as he packed because the bag was too small and couldn't hold everything.

Lu Jianbang really couldn't do anything with him. When he arrived at his office, it was like the Japanese invaders raiding the village.

Dabao sat down opposite Lu Jianbang with cigarettes and alcohol in his hands. His eyes were fixed on the box of cigarettes that had been swept away on the desk. Lu Jianbang quickly put the cigarettes into the drawer.

Dabao regretted that his hands were too short.

Lu Jianbang calmed down and kept comforting himself: My dear nephew, my dear nephew, it’s not worth it to get angry to death.

He forced a smile and said, "My dear nephew, your grandpa saved so much for you every month, and there's also your uncle's. You can smoke more than you can finish, so don't worry about your uncle's little stuff."

Qin Dabao thought about it seriously and said, "I can return you one cigarette, but forget about the wine."

Lu Jianbang was overjoyed: "Okay, I'll give you all the wine. Just smoke a carton of cigarettes and save them. You can also steal some from Lao Wang. That's enough." Poor deputy ministerial leader, being bullied like this by his own nephew? It's a bit pitiful.

Qin Dabao gritted his teeth and returned a pack of specially supplied cigarettes to his uncle with great effort. He was so reluctant to part with it! He suddenly remembered something: "I won't return the cigarettes for free. You have to give me something."

Lu Jianbang immediately became alert: "What? I don't have anything."

Qin Dabao curled his lips and said, "You little brat! Look how scared you are." He put his hand on the cigarette and his uncle tried to pull it twice but failed.

"Tell me, what do you want?"

"Be careful with your attitude. If you keep being mean to me, I'll tell my aunt."

Lu Jianbang softened immediately. His wife had just fired a gun last night, and the murderous aura was still there today. This little bastard... Bah, if the little bastard complained, he would definitely be punished. He also figured it out and knew that he had to bow his head. From the moment he acknowledged this nephew, his good things no longer belonged to him.

"Baby, what do you want? You can take whatever uncle has."

"That's right, uncle. I heard that those of you who have been to the battlefield like to collect weapons, right? I want a smaller pistol, either a Ruger or a Walther will do."

Lu Jianbang breathed a sigh of relief: "Why do you want a small pistol? Don't you have a gun? Why do you think it's too big?"

Qin Dabao rolled his eyes and said, "Can't I just give it to someone else?"

Lu Jianbang threw the cabinet key over to him: "The cabinet against the wall has Luger P08, Walther PPK, and P38. You can take your pick."

Qin Dabao was delighted. He jumped up and took the key to open the cabinet. He was shocked to find that there was a small arsenal inside.

Almost all the guns that have been used since World War II are here. He likes guns himself. He has been playing with them for decades in his previous life and has loved them in his bones.

Dabao touched this, took that, and couldn't let go of any of them.

Finally, he took a Luger P08, a Walther PPK, and a Walther P38, along with their holsters, and three boxes of bullets.

He also took out a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, which was a weapon made in 56 by imitating the Russian SKS semi-automatic rifle. This Type 56 semi-automatic rifle is light in weight and has good shooting accuracy. It weighs 3.85 kg, is 1025 mm long, and has a magazine capacity of 10 rounds. It is the most useful firearm in the Type 56 family.

Lu Jianbang didn't think he had too many. There were plenty of guns in that era. Even the villages in the countryside had their own arsenals. Some villages even had Type 92 infantry guns.

Qin Dabao finally sat back down contentedly and asked, "Uncle, when can I go to the commune?"

Lu Jianbang then remembered the important matter: "Your grandfather had already discussed this with Commander Chen yesterday. They have teamed up to suppress Li Zihai, and a high-ranking official has spoken. This matter ends here.

Normally, it wouldn't be a big deal if you were to go to the commune, but your grandfather meant that it would be safer for you to work at the commune police station for six months. After that, Li Zihai would probably be too busy to make any moves, and then you could be transferred back to the municipal bureau."

"Okay, uncle, if you tell me to go, I'll go."

"With your temper, I don't think most people can control you. You should go to Sijiqing Commune and become the director directly."

Qin Dabao didn't have any objection. He had worked in the Public Security Bureau for half his life in his previous life, so he knew everything there was. Being the director of a police station, especially a commune police station, was not difficult for him. However, there were some things he had to ask clearly.

"Uncle, you said that this commune police station is under dual management by the commune and the branch bureau. Who should I listen to then?"

Seeing that his nephew had hit the nail on the head, Lu Jianbang nodded with satisfaction: "When you go there, since you are the director, you will definitely be in charge of everything. You can cooperate with the commune's work, but you can decide the right time.

As for the Haidian branch? It's OK as long as you can pass it on the surface."

After his uncle said this, Dabao understood that he was the one who had the final say in the commune police station, and the commune and the branch police should stop interfering. You know, Mr. Qin has a bad temper, and it would be bad if they took action.

Lu Jianbang never expected that his beloved nephew would understand what he said so well. If he knew that Dabao thought so, he would never let him go down to coach.

But this guy didn't have foresight. As a result, within three days of Dabao going to the commune police station, Lu Jianbang regretted it...

PS: Dabao has gone to the commune, and the fun is about to begin!