Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

"But where should we build it? It's not something you can just build. It requires a lot of manpower and material resources."

"The manpower problem is easy to solve. We've already caught three to four thousand people involved in trafficking. We can't keep them locked up forever. We should pick out those with less serious crimes and send them to labor reform. With so many people, two months will be enough. The weather is getting warmer day by day, so the ground won't be difficult to dig. As for supplies? That's also easy to solve. Let the Public Security Department increase the intensity of the crackdown and take down two more large black markets. I'll report to the Ministry and all the confiscated property should be kept. But where should we set up this place?"

Qin Dabao almost cried. He wanted to rob his fellow thieves, but his uncle got there first. Wasn't this considered shooting himself in the foot?

He didn't want to waste any more time, so he knocked on the table and said, "Stop scratching your head. I have a good place that can solve your problem."

"Huh? Where?"

"Let me state in advance that this idea is free, so you must appreciate it!"

Wang Guohua was so angry that he stood up and kicked Qin Dabao. Qin Dabao didn't dodge either. The key point was that he was afraid that if he dodged, he would hurt Old Wang's waist. Besides, the other party had already taken out the good stuff, and he was feeling depressed. Letting him kick him could help him vent his anger.

"Hurry up and tell me! You are a typical profiteer."

Qin Dabao curled his lips, not daring to resist. He could only swallow his anger and say, "The Security and Firearms Departments are in such a great position now. There are patrols up there. Who dares to get close? Kill two birds with one stone."

"Okay, okay, okay! This location is great." Lu Jianbang thought for a moment and then clapped his hands in approval: "Build an oil depot below and a warehouse above. Okay, okay."

Qin Dabao sighed. What kind of thinking is this? How can he be so happy? Thinking carefully, it's not that his uncle is short of experience, but that he is limited by his age.

"Why go to all this trouble? Put the oil depot and warehouse underground, build a three-story office building on top, move the public security brigade in, and even have a training ground. And then convert this office building into an administrative office area. Isn't that enough? Why are you so stupid?"

Qin Dabao quickly slipped away after he finished speaking, leaving the two directors staring at each other in bewilderment. After a while, Wang Guohua rolled his eyes and said, "Is this little bastard scolding us? Who is stupid? Who is he talking about?"

Lu Jianbang rubbed his temples and said, "I think he's calling you stupid, Lao Wang. Actually, I've had this thought for a long time but I didn't dare to say it. You are indeed stupid."

"Hey, Lu Jianbang, you are taking advantage of me and still acting like a good boy? I paid for all these things, and you are still belittling me? Hurry up and give me back half of what I just gave you!"

"I'm giving you shit! I have nothing to give you. What can I give you back? You're willing to give it, but I didn't say I would."

"Lu Jianbang, damn it, let's calculate, how much do you owe me since I met you? In 41 years, you..."

Qin Dabao crouched at the doorway, listening to the two high-ranking directors bickering in the room. He was so amused that he ran away...

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Qin Dabao came out of the bureau and went straight to the cannery. This cannery was originally run by a Shanghai food company in Beijing. In 56, it was transformed from a public-private partnership into the Yimin Cannery.

The main business is to produce canned fruits. There is too little meat. I only make it occasionally to repay favors.

Even canned fruits are mostly exported, and Chinese people cannot buy them even if they have tickets.

When they arrived at the cannery, the guard didn't dare to stop him. Dabao was wearing official clothes and riding a motorcycle with a sidecar, looking very majestic. Who would dare to stop him?

Qin Dabao parked his motorcycle in front of a three-story building. It was very easy to recognize. There was only one building among the bungalows. It must be an office building.

He parked his car and entered the building. You see, the gate guard didn't dare to stop him, but the mail room on the first floor wouldn't let him in.

A thin old man, wearing reading glasses on his nose, poked his head out of the small window and called out, "Comrade, comrade, who are you looking for?"

Qin Dabao took out the note and said, "Old comrade, I'm from the Municipal Public Security Bureau. I'm here to carry the cans."

The old man took the note, read it again and again, then picked up the phone, said a few words, hung up, and handed the note to Dabao.

He said unhappily, "Wait."

Qin Dabao was so angry that his face turned red. This old gatekeeper was more arrogant than the average leader. His attitude? It was as if Dabao owed him money.

In fact, Dabao didn't think too deeply about it. He thought that the leader was humble and approachable because he wanted to build a good mass base in order to get promoted.

The old gatekeeper is so arrogant because he's about to retire and has no ambitions at work. He doesn't make mistakes of principle, so even the factory leaders can't fire him. What is he afraid of? This is why they say it's easier to meet the King of Hell than to be a little devil.

A few minutes later, a young man came running down from the upstairs. He was about 25 or 26 years old, wearing a green military uniform, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he looked quite handsome.

As soon as he came downstairs, he stretched out his hand from a distance: "Hey, was it Uncle Wang who sent you here?"

Qin Dabao shook hands with him: "Qin Dabao."

"Hello, my name is Li Dongliang,"

At this time, the old man at the door said lazily: "This is Deputy Section Chief Li from our sales department. You can contact him yourself."

"Section Chief Li."

"Well, don't be so polite. Uncle Wang and my old man are old comrades. If he asked you to come, he must be one of us."

There's absolutely nothing wrong with what he said. This can of food is a rare item. If Wang Guohua sends someone to get it, he must send one of his own.

"Uncle Wang is really nice to me." Qin Dabao was also quite proud of it. Comrade Lao Wang could only take advantage of him verbally, but in reality he suffered a lot.

Dabao handed the note to Li Dongliang: "Section Chief Li..."

"No, we are about the same age, just call me by my name. Come on, I'll take you to get the canned food."

This can is given as a gift, not for sale, so no money is charged.

Li Dongliang is a very cheerful person. He has a military demeanor at first glance. His family must also be from a military background.

He took Dabao to a bungalow next to the building. This should be the small warehouse of their sales department. It was full of canned goods.

A box of canned beef, 250g per bottle, and twelve cans in a box. It was quite a lot. The two of them moved it several times. Li Dongliang not only took ten boxes of canned meat, but also took five boxes of canned peaches for Dabao.

Qin Dabao was happy. This time his sisters would have something to eat. He took out two boxes of white cigarettes and stuffed them into Li Dongliang's hands. Li Dongliang laughed.

"Okay, Xiao Qin, this is a good thing. Last time, my dad got a box from somewhere, and my second uncle stole it. The two brothers even had a fight. This time, they settled it. They each get a box. Thank you, brother."

This kind of cigarette is common for Dabao, because there are three people in his family who are of high status and provide him with it. However, in the eyes of outsiders, it is a symbol of status. Most people have only heard of it and have never even seen it.

Qin Dabao said goodbye to Li Dongliang, rode his motorcycle out of the cannery, found a deserted place, put the cans into the space,

Then he took out two sacks and filled them with 20 kilograms of rice, 20 kilograms of flour, 50 kilograms of cornmeal, 10 kilograms of pork, a braised pig's head, and a box of canned peaches. These were for the master's family.

He entered the master's house with one in each hand. This time, he could see that the master's wife looked much better. Dapeng had a job and a stable income at home. He felt at ease and his spirits were much better.

The master's face was no longer gloomy, and he smiled a little. Dabao understood the master a little. The master was a typical miniature of the Qing Dynasty children. From a noble who had never touched water in the world, he transformed into an ordinary person who could not afford three meals a day. Few people can bear this psychological gap.

What's more, I can't do anything, can't bear the burden of a family, and can't afford to die. This can only shut myself off and live in a world of self-cognition.

As soon as Xiao Guihua and Dafang saw Dabao, they rushed over. Dabao took out a handful of candies from his pocket and shared them with the two little ones. Although the two little ones were still a little malnourished, their faces had gained a little more flesh and they no longer looked like those with big heads and thin necks.

The master's wife smiled and pulled Dabao to sit on the edge of the kang. Dabao missed Tong Dapeng a little, so he quickly asked about Dapeng's situation.

The master's wife was happy whenever she mentioned Dapeng. This eccentric guy must really like the job of a train conductor. He has had little rest since he started working. He is either on a train or on a train for others. Anyway, he works very hard.

In this way, the family's life became better. Although Dapeng did not become a regular employee and his salary was lower, his subsidies were high. He received a subsidy of 1.2 yuan per day when he was out, which meant he earned 50 or 60 yuan a month. In addition, he traveled all over the country and earned some extra money. At the end of the month, he earned more than Qin Qingyou, which was enough to support the whole family.

Ensuring that his family has enough food and clothing is his motivation, so Dapeng works hard.

The master sitting aside was also happy, as the family now had a goal to go.

Dabao took out the things in the sack one by one, and the master's wife complained again, saying that these were all precious things, and no one's family was rich, so how could they take them all? The master's wife said she didn't want anything, and Dabao had no choice but to take out his grandfather as a shield.

Only then did the master and his wife accept it.

Dabao stayed for a while and then had to leave. Lu Tong and Lu Li were at school, and he was worried and had to go over to check on them.

The master sent him out and seemed to be hesitant to say something. Dabao was so smart that he pulled the master aside, took his arm and asked him what was the matter.

After asking for a long time, Tong Wenying sighed. He was really embarrassed to say that Tong Wenying had six apprentices in total. Tong Dapeng was his son and he worshipped Tong Wenying's senior brother as his master, so he was not in the ranking.

The eldest disciple is called Wei Tianlai, who is not much older than Tong Wenying. His family used to be officials, but later their family fortune fell into decline and he could only work as a boarding master to make a living. There are many children in the family, and the eldest daughter is about the same age as Dabao. Originally, their life was not that difficult. However, the eldest disciple's wife fell ill during the confinement period after giving birth to the fifth child, which was a disaster. The family was not well off to begin with, and if there was another patient taking medicine, they would have no food to eat.

Tong Wenying and Wei Tianlai are nominally master and apprentice, but in reality they are almost like brothers and have a very good relationship. When Tong Wenying saw that his apprentice's family was going through a difficult time and he could not help at all, he almost fell ill. After much thought, he thought that only his sixth apprentice, Dabao, was capable of helping.

Did you want to tell your sixth disciple? But you couldn't open your mouth. This made Tong Wenying go around in circles.

Dabao knew his master's character and could only ask slowly. Tong Wenying finally told him what happened, and he felt a lot more relaxed after she finished.

Dabao and his senior brother don't interact much usually, after all, there is an age gap between them. But in this era, when a master kowtows, there is not much difference between brothers and real brothers. If the senior brother is in trouble, it is impossible for him, the junior brother, to look at him like this.

He thought for a moment, then took out fifty yuan and twenty kilograms of food coupons from his pocket and placed them in his master's hand.

"Master, take this little money and give it to my senior brother first. Don't tell him it's from me, or the stubborn old man won't want it. I have to go to the commune police station to take up a temporary position. I have to go tomorrow. I'll find time to visit my senior brother in a few days."

"Hey, okay, Liu..." Tong Wenying was speechless, tears streaming down his face. In the past few days, he finally understood how difficult life is. Once something happens, he is no different from a waste. There is no point in practicing all this kung fu.