Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Sun Qian took the document, looked at it with his nose, and handed it back to Liu Yuan.

"No, Miss Tang said she won't leave our police station until his father arrives."

Liu Yuan was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage: "Asshole, do you think we're here to discuss this with you? No! We're here to take Miss Tang away on orders. How dare you, a small rural police station, question the city's decision?"

Sun Qian shook his finger: "It's not doubt, it's rejection." That arrogant look really deserves a beating.

"What did you say? You..." Liu Yuan was trembling with anger. He had never been treated like this since he started working in the city government.

Director Wang Hongbo, who was wearing a coat, took two steps forward and nudged Liu Yuan. He and Sun Qian were nose to nose, and Dabao almost laughed to death.

"Young comrade, you're going to make a mistake by acting like this. A very big mistake. Young man, don't look down on others. It's very rude, isn't it?"

Sun Qian also tried hard to suppress his laughter and imitated Director Wang's tone of voice: "Old comrade, our director taught me to behave this way. If I make a mistake, you can go and deal with our director. Our director is Qin Dabao."

Qin Dabao, who was sitting at the table, bumped his head against the table. This fat guy accepted his gift and tricked him.

"Then call your director out. I want to give him a good scolding. How could he behave like this? He's disorganized and undisciplined! He's just messing around."

"Our director..." Sun Qian was about to say that it was the idiot sitting in the back, when he suddenly felt a murderous aura attacking his back, making his hair stand on end. He quickly said, "Our director is not here. If you have anything to say, please tell me."

"Okay, alas..." Director Wang sighed. Country people are country people. They have no respect for their elders and don't know how to respect their leaders.

"This is an official letter from the city government, signed by Vice Mayor Qu. Please process it."

Liu Yuan handed over the official letter, and Sun Qian looked over it carefully.

Liu Yuan couldn't help but say: "You held it upside down, do you understand?"

Sun Qian scratched his head. It was a little itchy after not washing it for two days. "Do you think it's possible that I can't read?"

Liu Yuan almost fainted from anger. How could you have spent so much time reading without knowing how to read?

Director Wang was the leader after all. It was obvious that Sun Qian was playing tricks on them. He couldn't read? A 17 or 18-year-old deputy director of a police station couldn't read? This was simply ridiculous.

His face darkened. "Young comrade, whether you can read or not, this is an official letter from the city government. You must obey it and hand Miss Tang over to us."

Sun Qian curled his lips: "I can't read, how can I know whether you are real or fake?"

Director Wang glanced at Dabao, who immediately turned his head away, meaning, "I can't read either..."

Director Wang was like a scholar meeting a soldier. He was so angry that he couldn't explain himself. He yelled, "What are you going to do to hand Miss Tang over to us?"

Sun Qian thought for a moment and said, "Let Director Lu from the Municipal Bureau come in person."

Director Wang was so angry that he laughed. "You little bastard, you think too highly of me! Director Lu is a vice-ministerial level leader, and I'm just a director. I'm not even worthy of talking to him, and I still want him to come and recommend me personally?"

He was so angry that he turned around and was about to leave. Gong Jun, who had been silent all the time, came forward and whispered a few words to him. Director Wang nodded.

"You can stop us from taking the person away, but you must let us see Miss Tang."

Sun Qian was embarrassed and looked back at Dabao, who nodded slightly.

Sun Qian said, "Okay!" and returned to the office, bringing Tang Liru out.

Director Wang and his men carefully looked at Tang Liru, asked her name, and after a long pause, they reluctantly got into the car and left.

Sun Qian sent Tang Liru back and sat down next to Dabao. He picked up the gun and touched the cold barrel.

"Boss, why did you let them see Tang Liru?"

Dabao smiled slightly. "For a fish to bite, it needs to see the bait, right? They originally wanted to take Tang Liru away, but you played dumb and refused to fall for their trick. They couldn't force you, so they had to settle for the next best thing and confirm that the woman in the police station was Tang Liru herself."

"Do they know Tang Liru?"

Dabao pinched his chubby cheeks and said, "You have to use your brain. Don't let it become a mess. Tang Liru is a student of Yenching University. It shouldn't be difficult to get a photo of her student in the name of the city government, right?"

Sun Qian was so angry that he grabbed Dabao's hair with both hands: "Just talk, why do you keep pinching my face?"

The two of them got into a fight. Zuo Mingyue opened the door and came out holding Nuannuan, coughing: "Hurry up and cook!"

Dabao kicked Sun Qian away and responded loudly: "Okay!"

Braised mutton, beggar's chicken, and stewed vegetables, this meal would not be out of place even if it was placed on the table inside the red wall. But people eat it with no shame, because it is all game.

The four soldiers lying in ambush outside were feeling miserable. Smelling the faint fragrance coming from the wall, chewing compressed biscuits, and drinking water from their canteens, they all wanted to cry, crying about their miserable fates...

Er Gou and Daya suppressed their laughter and placed two large bowls of food and six large steamed buns in front of them. The four people lying in the haystack realized that they had been exposed long ago.

The afternoon was peaceful, but Dabao had already noticed that several groups of people were secretly monitoring the police station. Dabao knew that no one would dare to take action during the day, but that might not be the case in the dead of night.

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It was past seven in the evening when the people who had gone to the countryside came back. Five production teams had been established, and there were six more to go. They were getting farther and farther away from the commune. Although there were large trucks, the roads were too difficult to travel on, so all the time was wasted on the road.

Xie Ming lay on the bed, and it took him a while to recover. He said to Sun Qian: "Brother, I beg you, after the public trial and sentencing meeting, can you run for me for two days?"

Sun Qian chuckled and said, "Stop talking nonsense! That's not true."

Xie Ming clasped his hands together and said, "Brother, my eldest brother is the director of the Xizhimen Supply and Marketing Cooperative. Please help me. If you want to buy anything that is in short supply in the future, just let me know."

Sun Qian's eyes narrowed with joy when he heard this. Isn't this just showing off one's sword in front of Guan Gong or selling the Hundred Family Surnames in front of Confucius? He sat down next to Xie Ming and patted him on the back.

"Brother Xie, do you know who my father is?"

Xie Ming was smart enough to know that this guy had a certain way of speaking, so he said slowly: "Isn't he the director? He always calls you a rebellious son!"

Sun Qian was so angry that he slapped him on the waist. His big bear claws were so powerful that he almost broke Xie Ming's waist.

"Fuck! Fatty Sun, why don't you beat me to death?"

Sun Qian said sinisterly, "Your brother is Xie Hui, the director of the Xizhimen Supply and Marketing Cooperative, right? My father is Sun Mingcheng, the first deputy director of the Supply and Marketing Cooperative. Just wait, tomorrow I will slander my father and have your brother exiled to the frontier!"

Xie Ming was shocked. Didn't he trap his elder brother? It was over. He quickly begged for mercy.

Sun Qian smiled frivolously, pulled up his belt, and walked out of the dormitory with a square step. Before leaving, he said without looking back: "I'm afraid I didn't warn you that your brother has a personal grudge with our Bao Boss. You'd better be careful in the future, otherwise I'll give you a pair of shoes in two days, and they're two sizes too small."

Xie Ming was so frightened that he nearly fell off the bed. Damn! Wasn't this a den of wolves? Was it too late to transfer now?

Dabao didn't know about this at all, he was playing with the children, the two little girls were sitting upright, Xiao Nuannuan was lying on her back, they were all looking at Dabao intently,

Dabao had already finished carving the characters of Havoc in Heaven, and he found a larger piece of wood in the space and carved out a Heavenly Palace.

Dabao was telling the story of Sun Wukong's havoc in Heaven. Zuo Mingyue was lying on a chair, looking at the Heaven and admiring it.

The South Gate of Heaven is majestic and magnificent. Inside, there is the Longevity Star Terrace, which is carved with flowers that never fade.

In front of the pilgrimage building, several fairies in gauze clothes, wearing hibiscus crowns on their heads and stepping on auspicious clouds,

The Lingxiao Palace is even more magnificent, even the colorful phoenixes flying on the two gates are carved to look lifelike...