Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

"Daya, do you have a real name?" It's not that Dabao is not qualified to be a senior uncle, but that people usually call each other by nicknames. No one has the time to ask a child's real name. After all, a name is just a title.

"Junior Master, my name is Wei Zhirou."

Dabao nodded. After all, he was a descendant of an official family, so the names he chose were very meaningful. Zhirou meant gentle and virtuous.

"You should put your things in order at home and report to the commune police station within three days."

Although it was just a temporary worker, the work of public security was unusual. It also required a certificate from the commune and then the branch. Dabao estimated that both the commune and the branch would be busy in the next two days, so he asked Daya to report within three days.

"Brother, you have to go tomorrow. Go to the Red Star Steel Mill and look for Director Pan in the cafeteria. I've already told him, and he'll help you with the paperwork."

Although Deputy Director Li said that Dabao's relatives and friends could contact him directly and he would personally arrange it, Dabao was not that ignorant. How could the director of a factory with 10,000 employees worry about a temporary worker? You must be dreaming, right?

People are just being polite. If you take it seriously, no one will pay attention to you in the future because you are too ignorant.

"Hey, okay."

The master's wife got down from the kang without anyone's help. She must be in high spirits because of good things happening to her. Dabao has lived two lives, so of course he understands that this person lives on spirit. With so much pressure in life and psychological pressure, it would be strange if she didn't get sick.

Daya and the other children hurried to help their mother, but the sister-in-law pushed them away: "No need to help, I have to make a meal for your sixth uncle."

Dabao stretched out his hand to stop her, "Sister-in-law, I really can't do that. I have to go home and go back to the commune in the evening. I'll come over to eat your cooking next time when I'm not busy."

When the sister-in-law saw that Dabao was really anxious to go home, she stopped insisting.

Dabao gave Daya a few words of advice, telling her that the police station had provided clothes and supplies, so she just needed to take some spare clothes and bedding. Daya nodded repeatedly with tears in her eyes.

Seeing Dabao was about to leave, Si Ya hugged his legs and was reluctant to let him go. Xiao Wu Ya also hugged his neck and cried so hard that her face turned red.

Dabao was patient and held the two girls in his arms, whispering to them for a long time, promising that when the weather got warmer, he would come and pick them up to go to the countryside to play for two days. Finally, he stuffed them with a handful of milk candy, and only then did he coax the two children into submission.

Xiao Er and Xiao San, one is thirteen and the other ten years old. The little boys have grown up and are shy. They know that it was the junior master who saved their whole family. They buried this kindness deep in their hearts and silently followed their father out to see the junior master off.

Dabao stood beside the motorcycle, looking at the two boys' envious eyes, and carried them to the motorcycle. He then took Wei Tianlai and said, "Brother, my sister-in-law's illness is mostly due to her heart disease, but we can't be careless. I'll go back and find someone to see which doctor is good at treating postpartum illness. I'll pick up my sister-in-law and go see her when the time comes."

Wei Tianlai grabbed Dabao's hand and shook it vigorously. He choked and said, "Okay..."

Dabao patted his hands and said, "Don't be afraid of anything when you get to the steel mill. My dad works there too. He should be promoted to deputy director around May Day. I have a good relationship with Deputy Director Li, so just mention my name if you need anything. Director Pan in the cafeteria and Chef He Yuzhu are both excellent. If you have any questions, just go to them. No questions asked."

Wei Tianlai was almost 40 years old and had never worked properly. He was already very nervous, but after hearing what Dabao said, he felt relieved.

Looking at my junior fellow apprentice, who I used to teach kung fu to, such a quiet and shy kid, and now has grown to this point, I can't help but feel a lot of emotion in my heart.

Dabao rubbed the hair of the two boys. The two boys were riding on the motorcycle, playing happily with their mouths mumbling. At this time, Dabao felt that they were two children.

"Brother, we still have to send them to school and let them study more. When they are older, I will send them to join the army."

"Okay, I'll take them to school."

Dabao rode away on his motorcycle. The three of them stood at the door and watched him go. Wei Tianlai put his arms around his two sons' shoulders and sighed, "Second brother, you two must remember the kindness of Junior Master. He saved our entire family's lives."

This is true. Although Wei Tianlai and his wife keep talking about returning to Northeast China, they are Beijing natives. If they really go back to Northeast China, they have no house or land. How can they survive? In the end, they will have to sell their children to escape.

In the room, Xiao Si Ya suddenly felt something bulging in her pocket. She thought it was candy, but when she took it out, it was a stack of money and some bills. She panicked and called for her mother.

When her mother saw it, tears started to flow again. Daya couldn't stop crying either. This must have been secretly stuffed into Little Fourth Girl's pocket by Junior Uncle-Master. This kindness made the Wei family unable to restrain their feelings...

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Dabao was riding a motorcycle back to the military compound. What he didn't know was that the meeting room of the Municipal Public Security Bureau was already in an uproar.

Time goes back to a few hours ago. Wang Guohua returned to the Municipal Bureau and secretly detained the three brothers of the Cheng family. Lu Jianbang went to the Ministry to report.

The ministry held an emergency meeting. This case was too serious. The key point was that an innocent person died in vain. How should the follow-up be handled?

The leaders of the department have different opinions. Some believe that the matter should be handled in a low-key manner, otherwise it will affect the public's image of law enforcement agencies.

Some people think otherwise, and that normal handling should be sufficient. Those who should be held responsible should be held responsible, those who should be killed should be killed, and those who should be beaten should be beaten. Don't cover up the matter, and certainly don't condone it.

When it came to how to deal with Yan Wenlong, Zhou Hu and others, the leaders started arguing again. At that time, there was no such thing as dereliction of duty, but just a violation of the law was enough to throw them into prison.

However, the vast majority of leaders still tend to dismiss their employees and transfer them away from their posts.

The big boss was also scratching his head. He looked at Lu Jianbang who was sitting on the side. Lu Jianbang's ranking in the department was in the middle, not too far behind.

"Jianbang, this happened in your department after all. Tell me how you should handle it?"

Everyone's eyes turned to Lu Jianbang.

Lu Jianbang remembered what Dabao said to him when he was leaving the police station.

"Uncle, there are actually many cases like this. It can even be said that wherever there are people, such tortured confessions and abuse of power for personal gain are inevitable. Not to mention now, even in a few decades, it will not be eradicated.

But what should we do? Is it good for everyone? Should the person handling the case be dismissed, punished, and then promoted again in a few years?

This case is a wake-up call to all law enforcement officers. Don't think that if you make a mistake, you can just write a self-criticism and receive a disciplinary punishment and that's it. Tolerating evil is also a crime.

Don't always talk about the trust of the people, let alone the issue of image. The people are not that complicated.

We just need to be worthy of the clothes we wear and the national emblem above our heads."

Lu Jianbang put the materials on the table, his face extremely serious: "... I think that not only should the case handlers be held accountable for their duties, but also for their criminal responsibility.

An innocent life is gone with one stroke of their pen. In a sense, they are no different from murderers.

Although what we need to do is to mend the fence after the sheep have been stolen, it also serves as a wake-up call to all law enforcement officers. When handling cases, we must be worthy of the uniforms we wear and the national emblem above our heads! "

The leaders present all stared blankly at Lu Jianbang, with different expressions on their faces.

The leader smiled slightly, stretched out his hands, and clapped loudly, once, twice, three times... Everyone hesitated for a moment, then followed suit.

Lu Jianbang's expression remained unchanged, but his tough attitude had already entered the sight of the central leadership.