Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Hu Kexue picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, chewing while saying: "You know, since this kid surnamed Qin came, our commune has been in trouble. Old Qi died, Old Dong was transferred, and I heard that Old Cheng from the grain station was also imprisoned. What the hell does this kid want to do?"

Post Office Director Shenyang narrowed his eyes and looked at Fan Jinquan and Li He: "What are you planning? I suspect this Qin Dabao is here to pave the way. He'll find fault with these people in the commune one by one, and then Secretary Han will come down in a big way."

"Oh?" Everyone's attention was focused on Shenyang, even Fan Jinquan perked up and looked at Shenyang.

"I heard that Secretary Han has been staying at the police station at night for the past few days since he took office. We all know that the current commune police station is a damn tiger's den. For people like us, let alone living there, we have to be nervous even when we walk past the door.

But Secretary Han went directly to the police station. Tell me, is there no trickery involved?"

Fan Jinquan and Li He looked at each other and nodded slowly.

"What Old Shen said makes sense. This guy barged into the Party Committee meeting yesterday. Xianglan made some suggestions, but he almost killed her.

I see that he is clearly here to cheer for Han Qianyue. Even if Old Shen's guess is wrong, it's not far off."

"Director Fan, if that's the case, then we were really put in a passive position yesterday. If Han Qianyue accuses us of not being proactive in our work, we'll be finished."

Fan Jinquan was very annoyed. He unbuttoned his shirt. Tan Xianglan, who was sitting next to him, saw the black circle of grease on his collar at a glance, which almost made her vomit.

"What the hell? What happened to us? Isn't it normal to make some suggestions during work? Lao Li, you are also a local, you should know the situation in the village, it's not easy,

Who gets to do the work? How do we do it? Good grief, she comes up and gives orders, and if it works, she gets the credit and the reward, but if it doesn't, it's our fault for not doing our job well enough? How can there be so many good things in this world?

"Old Fan." Feng Qingshan coughed and quickly drank a sip of wine to calm his cough. "No matter what, she is still the head of the commune. You can't get past her. That's enough."

"I can't get past her? Grandma! I think in this commune, who the hell dares to move without my permission? No matter how capable Han Qianyue is, she can't do this job by herself, right? What should I do if she can't mobilize anyone?"

Shenyang was busy eating and hadn't interrupted. Hearing this, he couldn't help but say, "Director Fan, don't let your guard down. What if Han Qianyue asks Qin Dabao to cause trouble for you? This newborn calf might not be afraid of a big tiger like you."

Fan Jinquan frowned, then relaxed: "I'm innocent, nothing has happened to me. What do I have to be afraid of?"

Several people present curled their lips. "You are innocent? How dare you say that? How can you put your hand on Tan Xianglan's shoulder when you are innocent? Your words are weaker than your kidneys."

Hu Kexue was not one to indulge him: "If you walk by the river often, you will get your feet wet. Just don't let someone trap you two in the house one day."

Tan Xianglan's face felt like she was slapped. Blocked in the room? Do you think you have never been blocked in the room before? She didn't volunteer to be with Fan Jinquan.

She became an accountant because Fan Jinquan had been coveting her for a long time. Later, he blocked her in the house with his cousin Fan Jinmin guarding the door. She was forced to have sex with him, so she gave up. However, it was also because she was blinded by greed, otherwise she would not have let Fan Jinquan seize the opportunity.

This little thing could never be solved with one hand. If she had rejected Fan Jinquan sternly when he touched her for the first time, Fan Jinquan might not have had the courage to do so. However, it was too late to say anything now. The two of them were on the same broken boat and neither could get off.

Fan Jinquan also became more vigilant. What Hu Kexue said made sense. The situation had changed. The police station was no longer headed by Old Zhao, so he had to be more careful about everything.

"What do you think of this little bastard surnamed Qin? How can he be so arrogant? He comes right up and attacks the leaders without saying anything. It's over now. No one can stop him from saying hello."

"From my perspective, this brat..." Feng Qingshan hadn't finished speaking yet.

A lazy voice came from outside the door curtain: "If you keep swearing, I'll beat you up!"

Everyone was stunned. They saw the door curtain being lifted and people began to enter the small private room. The first one was Han Qianyue, followed by Dabao and the others.

Fan Jinquan stared blankly with a cigarette in his mouth. Li He quickly stood up and forced a smile: "Han, Secretary Han..."

Feng Qingshan, Shenyang, and Hu Kexue had never met Han Qianyue before, but this posture made their hearts tremble. When they heard Li He's call, they all stood up quickly.

Han Qianyue stood with his hands behind his back, his face gloomy as he looked at everyone. The aura he exuded was so overwhelming that they were speechless.

Qin Dabao rubbed the ground and couldn't help cursing: "What the hell? The ground is covered with oil and mud. It will get your feet wet if you step on it."

He took half a step forward and passed Han Qianyue. Today it was their police station that was handling the case, so he was in the lead.

Dabao wrinkled his nose. The dish smelled delicious. He looked at Feng Qingshan and said, "Who are you calling a brat? You old bastard, who are you? Tell me your names. Here are some of you. Tell me your names one by one, or I might catch the wrong person."

When these words came out, several people present, including Tan Xianglan, were almost frightened to death.

"Qin, Director Qin, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, I am the principal of a middle school, Feng Qingshan, it was just a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue."

"Fatty, what are you doing?"

Hu Kexue grinned. This little calf always cursed people by exposing their weaknesses: "I, I am Hu Kexue, the director of the supply and marketing cooperative."

Dabao nodded: "Hu Kexue? Among these people, you're the only one I'm willing to listen to. Come and play with me when you have time."

Hu Kexue was overjoyed: "Okay, okay." Upon hearing this, his waist and legs no longer felt sore, and he immediately felt a few years younger.

Shenyang nodded and bowed repeatedly: "Hello Secretary Han, hello Director Qin, I am Shenyang from the post office, you can just call me Xiao Shen."

"From the post office?" Qin Dabao glanced at him: "You were the one who scolded me just now, right? No one else dared to scold me yet, you are quite capable."

Shenyang felt a chill running from his tailbone to the top of his head, and cold sweat broke out. He wanted to turn around and run away.

But when he saw three police officers blocking the door, he quickly slapped himself in the face. He was so damn rude.

"It was a slip of the tongue, Director Qin."

"Don't waste time. If you can get a phone line to our police station tomorrow, your scolding of me will be over."

Shenyang grinned, "Fuck!" This price was too high. The commune had limited telephone lines, and even his post office only had three. He had no choice but to move one over.

"No problem, no problem. I'll have it installed tomorrow."

Qin Dabao walked over, took the cigarette from Fan Jinquan's mouth, and put it out on the table. He said lightly: "Fan Jinquan, you have to come with us."

Fan Jinquan forced a smile, but it looked uglier than crying on his old face.

"Director Qin, is there some misunderstanding between us? Why should I go with you?"

Qin Dabao straightened up and said coldly: "Fan Jinquan, do you think I'm joking with you? Will you come with me on your own? Or should I handcuff you and take you away?"

Cold sweat streamed down Fan Jinquan's face. He looked at Han Qianyue pitifully and said, "Secretary, can you allow him to do this? Don't worry, I, Fan Jinquan, will definitely listen to you in the future. I will do whatever you ask me to do. Isn't that enough?"

Han Qianyue's eyes were complicated. She sighed and said, "Old Fan, you misunderstood. It's not that I want to punish you, but because you broke the law. The law is unforgiving. I can't help you."

Fan Jinquan looked at Qin Dabao again, but there was no warmth in Qin Dabao's eyes. Fan Jinquan stood up trembling. He wanted to press Tan Xianglan's shoulders to get some strength, but Tan Xianglan pushed him away in disgust. Just this one action made Fan Jinquan feel like he was struck by lightning.

Liu Xiangmei led the dejected Fan Jinquan out of the private room. Qin Dabao's sharp eyes swept over everyone, and everyone tried hard to force a smile.

Dabao pointed at Feng Qingshan with his finger, turned around and left.

Feng Qingshan's hair is soaking wet. It's so scary! I need to go back and write a transfer request. I won't stay in this commune anymore.

Han Qianyue stood there quietly, with two heroic female police officers standing behind her, which made her more imposing.

She glanced at Tan Xianglan, who had a blank expression, and said softly, "Xianglan, let's go back to the commune."

Tan Xianglan looked up suddenly, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Han Qianyue stretched out her hand, and Tan Xianglan put her hand in her palm in surprise and stood up. Only then did she realize that her legs were as soft as noodles.

"Secretary, Secretary..." Tan Xianglan looked at Han Qianyue's gentle eyes and could no longer hold back. She threw herself into Han Qianyue's arms and cried loudly. Han Qianyue patted her back.

After a while, Tan Xianglan raised her head embarrassedly and wiped the tears from her face.

Han Qianyue took her hand, looked at the fool-like people, smiled and said: "Drink less, you still have work to do in the afternoon."

Then he pulled Tan Xianglan, followed by Zuo Mingyue and Daya, and walked out of the private room.

The remaining people looked at each other, unsure whether to stay and continue eating, or leave...