Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Lu Jianbang's brows relaxed. Dabao's suggestion was good. He would convene a party committee meeting to refine it and submit it to the department.

Looking at his nephew, Lu Jianbang felt very proud. This kid was smart and capable, but his unmotivated character made him scratch his head. However, when the old man came back, he would let him deal with his eldest grandson. He had been completely bullied by this kid. In just the past half month, he asked his sister to cut him once for him, and his wife kicked him three times. He couldn't take it anymore. They beat him without restraint, and it really hurt when they beat him.

"Dabao, there's something else I need to tell you. Yan Wenlong has committed suicide, and Zhou Hu has been arrested."

"Who? Yan Wenlong? The branch chief? Why? His crime isn't punishable by death."

"I guess I feel guilty about the Party's training over the years, and I feel too embarrassed to face people."

It must be said that the vast majority of cadres in the early days of the People's Republic of China were good people with a sense of honor and shame. They were nothing like those who emerged decades later... Not only were they conscienceless, they were also shameless and tyrannical.

"What about the person who was wrongly accused? Peng Songnian, how can we comfort his family?"

Wang Guohua's brows gradually furrowed. "There's something wrong with this Peng Songnian. His materials say he's from Shijiazhuang, Hebei, graduated from North China University, and was recruited as a technician at the power plant in late 47.

His parents are farming in their hometown, and the transferee came back this morning..."

Wang Guohua lit a cigarette and said, "After identification, the outside investigators showed the deceased's parents an old photo of him. His parents said that this Peng Songnian was not their son. Then, through the help of a teacher at North China University, they confirmed that the deceased was not Peng Songnian."

Dabao perked up: "So, this person is an imposter? Suspected of being an enemy spy?"

Wang Guohua nodded slowly: "It's basically confirmed."

"Oh my god! That Yan Wenlong is not..." Dabao couldn't help laughing: "He was impulsive, wasn't he? He wrongly accused an enemy spy of murder and shot him hastily for fear that he would cry out for injustice. If he didn't commit suicide impulsively, at least his merits and demerits would be offset. This country bumpkin, his impulsiveness is really the devil..."

Lu Jianbang really admired his nephew's way of thinking, but when he thought about it carefully, it was not the case. On this road to the underworld, who was more wronged, Peng Songnian or Yan Wenlong?

"The ministry has decided to remove Zhou Hu from all his duties and to serve as an ordinary police officer. Wang Tusheng will take over his position as deputy director of the branch bureau, and Yu Minghe, formerly the director of the Criminal Investigation Department of the Municipal Bureau, will serve as director."

"Oh, then it's my brother Tusheng's turn to treat us, Uncle Wang. I'm not the type to gossip about my wife. Brother Tusheng told me that if you have anything good in the future, he'll tell me in time, and I'll give him half if I get it. I thought about it, he's the leader and I'm a soldier, so I agreed under pressure. Uncle Wang, you know me, I'm not the type to gossip about my wife. If this happened to me, I wouldn't tolerate it. Not to mention my nephew, I'd also beat my son..."

Wang Guohua was so angry that he almost exploded. He squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Little bastard..."

He stood up, walked to his desk, picked up the phone, and dialed: "Hello, is this the Haidian branch? I'm Wang Guohua, a local. Please come to my house tonight. I have something very important to discuss with you! You must come!"

After the call was disconnected, Wang Tusheng on the other end of the line suddenly felt a chill running from his tailbone to the top of his head...

Lu Jianbang tapped Dabao's forehead with his finger, and the two foxes, one big and one small, laughed mischievously...

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Dabao went downstairs and took the note to the logistics department to get an official seal. He could fill in the form after receiving the required items. This was because everyone in the logistics department knew Dabao's identity. He was the number one official in the Jingcheng Public Security Bureau. No one dared to offend him. Whoever did would die. This guy was the kind of person who had the support of his elders.

Dabao rode his motorcycle directly to the backyard. As soon as he entered the backyard, he was shocked. The entire backyard had turned into a large construction site. Within the cordon, hundreds of prisoners were working. Outside the cordon, there was a policeman standing every three steps, carrying a 56 and a half rifle, staring at the prisoners with a fierce look.

Dabao knew without asking that his suggestion had worked. They were digging an underground warehouse. He greeted a few police officers and took out two boxes of ordinary Zhonghua cigarettes from his pocket and threw them to them. The police officers were very happy. They all knew that this young master was generous, reasonable and approachable. Now they saw that it was true.

Dabao parked the car aside. The gates of the Security and Firearms Departments had been demolished, and a large square pit had been dug out.

Dabao walked inside and suddenly heard a heart-wrenching cry: "Brother Qin, Brother Qin, Qin Dabao, I, I am Tan Mingqi..."

"Tan Mingqi?" Qin Dabao stopped and looked inside the prisoners. He saw a prisoner as thin as a monkey throwing away a shovel and running towards him.

The police officer on guard immediately raised his gun and shouted, "Stop! Don't move! Put your hands up!"

The prisoner immediately stopped moving, raised his hands high, and stopped shouting. He just looked at Dabao with tears in his eyes.

Dabao's hand also left the holster. He reached out to stop the two policemen. The two policemen lowered their guns and continued to stare at the prisoners vigilantly.

Dabao beckoned the prisoner over. When he arrived, he studied him carefully, and after a while, he finally recognized his neighbor, Tan Mingqi. He'd lost a lot of weight. He lived in the house Liu Haizhong had once owned. He seemed to work at the Second Steel Rolling Mill. He'd mentioned him a while ago when he was drinking with Sha Zhu. His family said he was on a business trip. He was puzzled. Why would a simple worker like Tan Mingqi be on a business trip? Turns out he was visiting the detention center...

"Old Tan, what's wrong with you?" Dabao knew that the crime committed by Tan Mingqi must not be serious. If it was serious, it would be impossible for him to be forced to work.

"I, I...Brother Dabao, please save me, I beg you, if this goes on I will die."

Dabao frowned and scolded him harshly: "Nonsense! Why did you die? Tell me quickly, what did you do wrong?"

"I, I, I... you, don't... don't be angry." Tan Mingqi was so scared that his mouth was drooping: "I, I, I am here to engage in speculation."

Dabao thought about it and it was just this simple: "What did you pour?"

"A big rooster, and chicken eggs..."

Oh, Dabao nodded, it would be easy if it wasn't for reselling grain.

"How long have you been arrested?"

"More than two months, almost three months."

"Has the verdict been made?"

"No, no, no."

Dabao nodded: "Okay, go to work."

"Ah? Brother Dabao, please save me..."

Dabao ignored him and ran to the front yard. Tan Mingqi stood there in despair, his face full of despair.

The leader of the prisoners didn't dare to scold him at first. The policeman was obviously a leader, and he didn't want to act so arrogant and get scolded. Now that he saw that the policeman ignored Tan Mingqi, he was happy and swung the shovel to hit Tan Mingqi on the back.

Tan Mingqi was knocked down in an instant. The prisoner didn't dare to use too much force on his head. If he hurt someone, he would be finished.

The police officer on guard put his gun on his back as if he didn't see it.

Whether in this era or in the society decades from now, no matter how sound the laws are, in detention centers and prisons, prisoners manage prisoners, and the so-called humane management will never exist.

Tan Mingqi struggled to get up. The prisoner leader pointed a shovel at him and said, "Fuck! You idiot! You don't work hard, but you still talk nonsense? Do you have the life you deserve? I'm telling you, you made a mistake today. Dinner is cancelled. We'll give you a study session when you get back to your cell."

Tan Mingqi was so frightened that he was shaking all over, and he kept saying: "I didn't, I didn't refuse to work. The police officer just now is my neighbor..."

"Fuck you! The police don't give a shit about you, and you're still trying to get close to them? Hurry up, get out! Get to work! You son of a bitch!"

Tan Mingqi didn't dare to retort and went to work.

Dabao went straight to the Public Security Department and arrived at the duty room. Today was the turn of Section 3 on duty. The people on duty were Fan Lihua and Qin Weide.

When Fan Lihua saw Dabao coming in, she immediately stood up and asked, "Dabao, I heard that you went to work at the commune police station? Which police station? Did that fat guy go there too?"

Dabao quickly greeted her, saying that this lady was someone you couldn't afford to offend.

"Sister Lihua, Master Qin, hello."

Lao Qin stood up and shook hands with Dabao. His eyes were very complicated. When Dabao first arrived at the third department, fortunately, he had a keen eye and knew that this young man was not an ordinary person and would soar into the sky and become a dragon sooner or later. So he never admitted that he was Dabao and Zhu Jun's master. Now, seeing that Dabao really took off and became the head of the department, he began to feel worried again.