Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

"Peng Songnian?" Chu Wenjun and Liu Wenzhu glanced at each other. Chu Wenjun nodded and said, "I have some impression of this person. He was shot for murder three years ago.

Two months ago, your comrades from the Criminal Investigation Department came to check on his situation and took away his files.

The comrades from the Criminal Investigation Department said that Peng Songnian was not the murderer, and the real murderer was Cheng Jianming. I had originally thought that once the investigation was completed and an official letter was delivered, I would hold a meeting to discuss the compensation plan, but there has been no news."

Dabao glanced at them with a half-smile: "The investigation isn't over yet, but what we've found out now is that Peng Songnian really existed, and what's recorded in the files is true. However, the person who was shot was not Peng Songnian."

Chu Wenjun was surprised and asked, "You mean Peng Songnian is a fake?"

Dabao nodded and said: "Director Chu, you are an old revolutionary, of course you know what the biggest purpose of impersonating someone else is."

Chu Wenjun frowned and said in a deep voice, "Impersonating others is a common tactic used by enemy spies."

"Peng Songnian is a technician, Cheng Jianming is also one, and Feng Jichang is the head of the technical department. What kind of place is this technical department? Is it so convenient for enemy spies to hide? Is there a loophole in the personnel selection of the Western Suburbs Power Plant?"

Chu Wenjun, Liu Wenzhu, Wang Yuhe, and even Jiang Jin all looked grim after hearing this.

Jiang Jin coughed and said, "Director Qin, our power plant has 3,000 employees, so it's inevitable that there will be some omissions in personnel matters. This is an oversight on our part, and we will definitely correct it in the future."

Dabao stared at him and suddenly laughed: "I understand, I can understand, but what I don't understand is, Deputy Director Wang, what did you mean by the note you threw downstairs just now?"

"What?" Wang Yuhe was shocked: "Who said that threw the note?"

The moment Dabao entered the office, he had been monitoring everyone's every move with his consciousness. After Wang Yuhe came in, he stood at the window and threw a ball of paper down with his hands behind his back.

At this time, the office door was pushed open, and Yu Chengmin walked in alone. He put a crumpled paper on the table, then looked at Wang Yuhe,

"Tell me, Deputy Director Wang, what does it mean when a corner of this note is torn off?"

Long Fei asked Dabao softly: "When you took Yu Chengmin's hand, were you using Morse code to tell him to search under the window?"

Dabao chuckled and said, "You are very smart. Nothing can be hidden from your discerning eyes."

Long Fei laughed and cursed: "Get lost!"

At this time, there was a sound of fighting outside the window, followed by two gunshots. Dabao's face suddenly changed color and he shouted: "It's bad!" He rushed to the window and jumped down like a big bird.

"Oh my god! This is the third floor!" Everyone was startled and rushed to the window. Only Wang Yuhe was held down by Long Fei.

The old building has a high ceiling, the third floor is ten meters high, and Dabao jumped from the window to more than eight meters.

When Chengmin and others looked out, Dabao had already fallen to the ground.

Two soldiers lay on the ground, one completely motionless, the other barely raising his torso, pointing northeast and shouting, "There's a man in work clothes, hurry... chase him!"

Dabao quickly took out the water bottle, gulped down two gulps for him, and then gave two gulps to the soldier lying motionless. He didn't know if the spiritual well water could save him, but he tried his best. Everything depends on fate.

Dabao jumped up and chased after him. It was already dark. Due to the delay, only the shadow of the person in front of him was left.

Suddenly, there was a bright light. It turned out that all the lights in the factory yard were turned on. The figure in front panicked and fled towards the workshop desperately.

Dabao quickened his pace and ran within a hundred meters of him. His consciousness immediately reflected the man's face in his mind.

This man was about forty years old, with a big square face and a little beard. At first glance, he looked a bit like Yi Zhonghai, but he looked more upright.

He was wearing an iron-gray work suit and holding a pistol.

The office building is a bit far from the workshop, which is the most unified place in factories no matter where they are. Almost all leaders shout the slogan that cadres and workers are equal, but they have subconsciously distanced themselves from the workers.

Fortunately, the distance was far. If the distance was close, this person would have run into the workshop and hidden in the crowd, and Dabao would have had no way to deal with him.

Seeing Dabao getting closer and closer, this man turned around and fired two shots in a hurry. If the gunshots were heard anywhere else, they would be very harsh, but in the power plant, with the roar of motors everywhere, the two people could not even hear each other talking, so how could they hear the gunshots?

Dabao dodged two bullets. This guy has very good marksmanship. He can shoot so accurately while running. No wonder he can injure two soldiers at once.

This man saw that it was not going to work. There were several people pushing coal at the workshop door. If he rushed over, there would be police chasing him from behind. These colleagues might come to help catch him.

At this time, someone had already looked over here. He turned around and rushed to the coal hill next to him.

Dabao saw it and said, "I'm not going to go up there, it's too shameful." He stopped and a pistol appeared in his hand instantly. Dabao held the gun with both hands and fired two shots.

The man was climbing up when suddenly his legs were hit by hammers and he had no strength left. He cried out, his hands loosened, and he fell headfirst from the coal mountain.

Gululu rolled to the ground. Just as he was about to grit his teeth, Dabao grabbed his chin and reached into his mouth to dig into it. The man twitched in pain.

Dabao dug out a poisonous tooth and straightened up. At this time, several soldiers also arrived. Dabao asked a soldier to climb up the coal hill and retrieve the pistol. After taking the person away, he went to find a place to wash his hands. This guy's mouth was so damn stinky...

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Dang Jianjun led his men, led by Shen Heping, to capture Feng Jichang, also known as Feng Zhe. However, when they arrived at Workshop 7, they saw only a few technicians from the technical department repairing the motor.

Dang Jianjun ordered the soldiers to restrain the technicians. He asked sharply, "Where is Feng Jichang?"

A technician said tremblingly: "My master said to go, go take a shit..."

"How long have you been gone?"

"Ten, about ten minutes. My master is constipated, so it usually takes him more than half an hour to go to the toilet."

Dang Jianjun ordered a few workers to search everywhere, and at the same time sent someone to the office to inform Yu Chengmin,

A few minutes later, Yu Chengmin and Dabao came over with their men. Long Fei stayed in the office to interrogate Wang Yuhe.

Time is life now. Dabao and his men arrived at the power plant in such a high-profile manner. Anyone who is not a fool would know that something big has happened. The guilty enemy spies would definitely be alarmed and would either run away or take action.

Don't think that anti-espionage work is that complicated. In TV dramas, from planning to execution to solving the case, it takes dozens of episodes. In fact, the work done by enemy spies is quite rough. They don't have the brainstorming skills of later generations. The key is that the brains of the people who solve the case are not that powerful. Everyone is about the same.

You really don't believe it, but those anti-spy movies from the 1950s and 1960s, in the eyes of today's writers, are no more than kindergarten kids.

Yu Chengmin frowned and asked, "How is the army being built? Have you captured anyone?"

Dang Jianjun shook his head: "No."

This is not the fault of Dang Jianjun and his men for their rough work. It is really because of the tight time and heavy tasks. They have no way to plan the action in detail. They can only arrest one by one, interrogate one by one, and do whatever they can to the extent possible.

Just as Dabao was about to speak, he heard someone excitedly shouting in the distance: "Master... Master..."

As soon as I heard the voice speaking through the nose, I knew it was Uncle Xue.

Dabao was so angry that he turned around and shouted: "Master, what the hell is this? Master, he was captured by a monster... and taken away..."

Dabao's voice seemed to be stuck in his crotch, and his eyes were about to pop out.

Xue Kui, grinning broadly and laughing, carried a person on his shoulder with his right hand and ran over with something in his left hand...