Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Qin Dabao was not stupid enough to ask about the job quota, Lu Jianbang would help him get it.

Chen Huaili and his companions did not stay in the police station for long. They got in the car and went to the grain station.

From now on, the grain station affairs will no longer be the responsibility of Dabao and his team. Dabao feels a lot more relieved. Now he is just waiting for the comrades from the Criminal Investigation Department to bring Cheng Jianming back and take his confession. All that is left is the follow-up processing.

Qin Dabao doesn't want to get involved in this kind of thing at all. Meritorious service and awards are useless to him now. He is already a section-level cadre before he is twenty years old. He will not be allowed to make any further progress before he turns twenty-five at least. What's the point of this achievement?

Besides, if a big storm comes in a few years and I become the first one to stand out, won’t I suffer a lot?

He wanted to collapse, but unfortunately, no one would let him lie down.

Wang Guohua said to Qin Dabao and Wang Tusheng with his hands behind his back: "Bring Cheng Jianming back later, and you two will preside over the trial."

Wang Tusheng and Qin Dabao exchanged a glance, and Qin Dabao shook his head: "I can't. I have to go back to the Municipal Bureau and get three job openings from the Personnel Department."

Wang Guohua waved to the driver to bring his briefcase over, and from it he pulled out three envelopes and a file bag: "Sun Qian's appointment and the letter of introduction for the job are all here for you."

"Huh?" Qin Dabao grinned. "I have to go to the grain station to get some food. There's no more food at the station."

Wang Guohua waved his hand: "Don't worry, the grain station will deliver it soon."

"I remember I have to go back to the city."

"I'll come back tomorrow, not today."

Qin Dabao pursed his lips, frowned again and again, and after a long while he managed to utter a word: "Is it really that blocked?"

He really didn't want to have anything to do with this case anymore.

"Why are you always hiding, kid? This is clearly a good opportunity to make a contribution, but you look like you don't want it."

Qin Dabao gave a bitter smile. Who could he tell about his worries? Who would think he was crazy?

Qin Dabao lowered his head and went to Yuxiu's room silently. Sometimes, he felt that staying with the child would make him feel more relaxed.

Wang Guohua pointed at his back, feeling both amused and helpless. He said to Lu Jianbang, "Look at him. We've paved the way for him, but he just won't accept it. It's as if we're going to harm him, this little bastard."

Lu Jianbang patted his shoulder and walked towards Qin Dabao.

Wang Tusheng looked at everything in front of him with envy. He didn't understand what Dabao was thinking at the moment. It was really true that the blessed people didn't have to work hard, while the unlucky people had to work hard. The other person was only eighteen years old and had been working for less than a year, but his level was the same as his. He was thirty years old, had fought in the battlefield, and it took him seven years to get to this point after being demobilized. Now he was rushing to make a contribution and the pie of merit fell into his mouth, but the other person not only refused to take it, but also spit it out. Where could he go to seek justice?

Yuyun Yuxue went to bed a little late last night. Without her sister by her side, the little girl always felt uneasy when she slept. She felt insecure, so she has not woken up yet.

Yuxiu went to help Liu Guifang cook, and Dabao didn't call her. This room was a bit stuffy and there were no windows for ventilation. It seemed that Yuxiu had to move to an office in another corner with the two little girls.

The two little girls slept hugging each other, like conjoined twins. Dabao sat beside the bed. Maybe it was because he had always taken care of his sister in his previous life, so he felt at peace when looking at the children.

Lu Jianbang put his hands behind his back and looked at the little girl who was sleeping soundly with interest: "Are these two the martyr's posthumous daughters?"

Dabao touched Yuyun's forehead, which was a little sweaty, and nodded: "Poor child, she has never seen her father since she was born, and her mother died of illness. Fortunately, she has an older sister, otherwise they would not be alive today."

Lu Jianbang sighed. So many of his comrades had sacrificed their lives, and some didn't even leave behind their names. Lu Jianbang had forgotten the names of many of them. Only when he occasionally dreamed about a battle could he see his comrades who had died and call out their names one by one. The word "martyr" was more important than the sky in the hearts of veterans like him.

Lu Jianbang put his arm around Dabao's shoulders, feeling that the two of them were in perfect sync at the moment. Some things didn't need to be said, they understood each other naturally.

"Dabao, I know you're not someone who values ​​fame and fortune, but you don't have to push away what you deserve. I'm letting you come to the grassroots police station so that you can have a richer resume in the future."

Qin Dabao grinned. "Oh my god! Who said I don't value fame and fortune? I wish I could be the emperor, but what era is this? And fame and fortune? The more you stand out, the faster you die."

"Uncle, I know this," I couldn't explain it, so I could only hold it in.

Their conversation woke up the two little girls. They opened their hazy eyes, saw Dabao, and climbed up to let Dabao hold them.

Dabao dressed them and fetched water to wash their faces.

The sound of cars was heard again in the yard. Lu Jianbang walked out of the wing room and Wang Guohua walked to his side. The two of them looked at the two trucks that drove in.

The truck stopped and the police jumped out one after another. A young man who was tied up was thrown out and caught by the people below.

His right eye was swollen to a slit, and his clothes were twisted and distorted. It looked like he had struggled desperately, but was suppressed.

He looked around in panic, his remaining eye filled with despair.

Li Zhenjun, captain of the Criminal Investigation Brigade, ran over, stood at attention and saluted: "Reporting to the Director, the criminal Cheng Jianming has been arrested."

"Is it going well?"

"We encountered obstruction from some people at the power plant."

Lu Jianbang called Wang Tusheng over and said, "Hold on to the interrogation immediately and make sure you get a confession from Cheng Jianming."

Why didn't they mention the evidence? In those days, as long as there was a confession, a conviction was possible. Whether there was evidence depended entirely on the mouth. So, law enforcement is a double-edged sword: used well, it hurts others; used poorly, it hurts itself.

Wang Guohua turned around with his eyes wide open and shouted, "Hurry up, you're a grown man, but you're only doing women's work."

Qin Dabao walked out muttering to himself. He knew he couldn't escape, so he had to follow Wang Tusheng into the big office.

Wang Guohua looked at Lu Jianbang and asked, "Is this little bastard scolding me?"

Lu Jianbang suppressed his laughter and said leisurely, "That's impossible. From what I know about my nephew, he is just counting what good things are left in your cabinet."

"Ah? This little bastard?" Wang Guohua was shocked. He was wondering where to hide his things? At home? No, there was a little prodigal son at home. This little bastard could be persuaded to leave something for him. That little prodigal son? Oh my! It was a great favor to leave him some packaging.

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Cheng Jianming was forced to sit on a chair by two comrades from the Public Security Brigade. He looked at the police officer behind the desk in panic with one eye. His throat was blocked with one eye, and he did not see Qin Dabao who was washing his hands.

Wang Tusheng slammed the table and said, "Cheng Jianming, tell me the details of your murder of Yu Qiuying. I reiterate our policy: leniency for those who confess and severity for those who resist. You must tell the truth."

It’s that simple and straightforward, getting straight to the point.

Cheng Jianming struggled desperately, shouting, "It's unfair, it's unfair. I didn't kill Yu Qiuying. You can't wrongly accuse a good person."

Three years have passed since Yu Qiuyun's case, and all the surface evidence has turned to ashes. Cheng Jianming also knows that admitting to murder means death, so he resolutely refuses to admit it.

Wang Tusheng slammed the confessions of the Cheng family members onto the table and shouted, "The facts are all there. You can't deny them. If you don't confess, you'll be the one who suffers!"

"I didn't kill anyone, they framed me, they falsely accused me..."

"They are framing you? Your two brothers and your nephew, what hatred do they have against you? Why would they frame you?"

Cheng Jianming was speechless. His head was in a mess and he could hardly breathe due to fear. He could only mechanically answer: "I don't know, I don't know anything..."

Wang Tusheng couldn't hold back his anger anymore. He stood up and said, "Shit! Do you really have to force me to use a memory recovery technique?"

Qin Dabao's interrogation experience was far superior to Wang Tusheng's. He patted Wang Tusheng's shoulder and told him to be patient.

Dabao took out a cigarette box, which was ordinary Zhonghua cigarettes. He lit two cigarettes and handed the box to Wang Tusheng.

He came to Cheng Jianming, put a cigarette in his mouth, pulled a chair over, and sat in front of Cheng Jianming.

Cheng Jianming bit the cigarette and took a deep puff with eagerness. The rich aroma of tobacco eased his tension a little. He turned his head, looked at Dabao carefully with one eye, and tried to smile.

"Thanks…"