Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Dabao drove his motorcycle into the yard of the Municipal Bureau at around two o'clock in the afternoon and parked it in front of the office building. He had to go upstairs to find Wang Guohua to get a note before he could go to the logistics department to fill out forms and collect spare parts and firearms. This was the rule and no one could be exempted.

When they reached Wang Guohua's office and pushed the door open, it was locked. Dabao took off his hat and curled his lips. "This director is so big, but he's so petty. He locked the door just before he left? Who's he trying to protect? How boring."

He pushed open his uncle's door again. Fortunately, it was not locked. After all, he was the boss, so the layout was different.

Dabao whistled and started to rummage around the house. He was so poor. In the cabinet, besides two boxes of ordinary tea, there was only a bottle of wine and a few boxes of ordinary Zhonghua cigarettes.

Dabao put a few boxes of cigarettes in his pocket with tears in his eyes. His aunt said that he couldn't let his uncle smoke.

He sat on the chair, picked up the phone on the desk and called the street office. He hadn't seen his mother for several days and missed her so much.

The call was connected, and the person on the other end said that Director Wang and Deputy Director Lu had gone to a meeting in the district. Deputy Director Lu? My mom got a promotion? This is a great event.

Dabao was not surprised at all about his mother's promotion. It was impossible that the district leaders, including Director Wang of the Street Office, did not know about his mother's background for such a long time. It was normal for someone with such a strong background to be promoted. Besides, his mother was very serious about her work and it was common for her to work overtime. Most people of that era were very responsible for their work, of course, with the exception of Mr. Qin.

There were voices outside the office. Lu Jianbang and Wang Guohua pushed the door open and came in. They were startled to see Dabao sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, smoking.

Lu Jianbang hurriedly opened the cabinet door and took a look. He was so sad that he wanted to cry but had no tears. He was so poor and his house was robbed. He couldn't live like this.

Wang Guohua was secretly laughing at the side, and slapped Dabao on the back of the head. Dabao leaned forward and almost got the cigarette stuck in his face.

"Get out of here, you little bastard! We've both come in, and you're still acting like you're the director."

Dabao snorted and whispered, "We'll see."

Lu Jianbang sighed. Like a sheep in a tiger's mouth, like cigarettes in his hands, there is no return. He walked to the desk and sat down, holding up two fingers towards Wang Guohua.

Wang Guohua was so angry that he laughed. This father and son were such a shameless couple.

After lighting a cigarette, Lu Jianbang leaned back in his chair tiredly: "Why are you back again?"

Dabao sat on the sofa and said, "The police station is like a refugee camp. There's nothing there. I'm going to ask my uncle Wang to write a note and get some supplies. Also, I need guns and bullets."

"You're just a commune police station, so two guns are enough. Why do you need to get guns? What's the point?"

Dabao stretched himself and said slowly, "Yesterday I went back to my grandparents' house and talked about setting up a production team. I discovered a problem. I guess it's not just a matter of one village or one commune."

Lu Jianbang and Wang Guohua looked at each other, their faces becoming serious. There was still one month left until May Day, and the central government had issued a red-headed document requiring that all arrangements for establishing production teams in each commune be completed before then. This was a death order, and all current work in the countryside had to give way to this.

Lu Jianbang and Wang Guohua had just returned from a meeting at the ministry. The main topic of the meeting was the merger of villages into production teams, and the public security was responsible for providing escort.

Now Dabao says he has discovered a problem and wants to get a gun, which cannot but attract the attention of the two directors.

They stood up, sat down on the sofa and looked at Dabao.

"Tell me? What's the problem?"

Dabao blinked and looked at the two directors with a cute look in his eyes: "What's the use of talking about this?"

Lu Jianbang sighed: "Nephew, you must have been a profiteer in your previous life, the kind who was obsessed with money and didn't care about any of his relatives."

He stood up, took out a box of Moutai from under his desk, and placed it on the coffee table.

Wang Guohua took a look and said, "Hey? Isn't this the box of wine in my cabinet? When did you bring it here?"

Lu Jianbang coughed and said, "It doesn't matter. What matters is that it belongs to my eldest nephew now."

Qin Dabao gave a thumbs up: "That's nice! You keep your word." He put the wine at his feet.

Wang Guohua was almost mad with rage. On this point, he and Lu Jianbang agreed that once the thing fell into the hands of the little bastard, even gods would not be able to get it out.

(Sun Qian chuckled, "I can do it.") (Zuo Mingyue smiled, "I am a god.")

"Okay, now that things are mixed up, it's time to talk about it, right?"

Dabao looked at him strangely, then slowly said, "What's the matter, Uncle Wang?"

"What do you mean?" Wang Guohua was confused.

"That wine was given to me by my uncle. Where's yours?"

"What do you mean? I have to give you...something? You're too dark, you little bastard! This wine is still mine."

"Originally, you two only needed to take one portion, but you just hit me. Hitting someone will be punished."

"When did I hit you?" Wang Guohua looked at Qin Dabao and then at Lu Jianbang.

Lu Jianbang nodded seriously: "You hit him, you hit him on the back of the head, and it was quite strong. I saw it."

Wang Guohua felt his head buzzing. He subconsciously reached into his jacket pocket and took out a piece of approval slip and slapped it into Dabao's hand. Dabao opened it and was delighted to see that it was a canning factory approval slip for twenty boxes of canned apples. He quickly packed them up.

Lu Jianbang coughed twice and stretched out his hand. Dabao reluctantly returned the cigarettes he had just swept to him. This was a kickback for his help.

Wang Guohua couldn't hold it in any longer: "You two are too shameless, aren't you?"

Lu Jianbang patted his shoulder and said, "You'll get used to it. We are both reasonable people."

Wang Guohua's teeth were grinding and his mouth was trembling with anger. He sighed helplessly. He had never gotten the upper hand since he met these two men.

"Little bastard, can you tell me now?"

Dabao was still very professional. He nodded and said, "Most of the villages around our capital are clan villages with one surname. Such villages are very united and unanimously xenophobic, which makes it difficult to implement policies. All major and minor matters in the village are handled by the clan elders, which invisibly weakens the government's management.

This time, the villages were merged into large production teams, and the clans were broken up and divided into small production teams. They all worked together to earn work points, so the power of the clans would become weaker and weaker.

However, this would also be met with resistance, even opposition. Take our Qinjiagou as an example. There are more than a hundred families with the surname Qin. I can see that even someone as open-minded as my grandfather would resist the establishment of a production team.

So up to now, the commune has been established, but the production team has not been implemented. This is the root cause.

If it were one village or one commune, the government might not care, but what about ten or a hundred? There are more than 20 communes and more than 300 villages around the capital. How much power is this? If someone organizes a boycott, it will be a mass incident.

What can our police station do with its power alone? But when a mass incident occurs, Uncle Wang, who do you think will be held accountable in the end?

The first one must be the commune, and the second one should be our Public Security Bureau."

Lu Jianbang and Wang Guohua both looked very solemn. What Dabao said was similar to what the department leaders said today, but at the end of the meeting, there was still no conclusion.

"Furthermore," Dabao continued, "when several villages merge, how will the production team leaders be selected? Democratic elections are a joke and will only increase conflicts."

"Dabao, how do you think we can solve this problem?"

"There's no good solution. We can only form a working group of three people from the bureau's office to work with the commune leaders to go deep into each village and town to supervise. If there are any problems, they will be reported to the police station in a timely manner. If they are minor, the police station will do its best to solve them. If they can't solve them, they will report them to the branch bureau or the municipal bureau. In this way, the crisis can be minimized."

Lu Jianbang nodded and said, "This is a good idea. Two cadres from the government office, paired with a police officer from the police station, will go to the village with the commune cadres. This is a good idea."

Dabao's idea was completely borrowed from the joint law enforcement method of later generations. Practice has proved that this method is very effective in solving problems.

Wang Guohua patted Dabao on the shoulder and said, "You are a smart kid. I was wondering why you needed a gun and bullets. Okay, I'll approve it. Just fill out the form."