Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Little Ear didn't take it seriously. His parents died early, and at the age of thirteen, he lived alone with his seven-year-old brother. In this respect, he was very similar to Dabao, who loved his younger siblings deeply.

It can be said that for the sake of his brother, on the eve of liberation, he dared to challenge Jin Hai, the powerful warden of the Beijing Prison at that time. You must know that Jin Hai's backer was Zhang Shichong, the trusted and beloved general of General Fu, the King of North China at that time.

If Jin Hai wanted to kill Xiao Erduo, it would be easier than crushing a stink bug, so it seems that Xiao Erduo must be in great pain.

"Brother, my brother is a bit stupid, we drink ours and he eats his."

Dabao really liked Lian Hu's simple character and nodded repeatedly after listening to him.

The two of them started talking about the relationship between Tong Wenying and Lian Sihai, until a pound of roasted meat went into their stomachs.

They were all big drinkers, and though they couldn't get drunk after drinking a pound of Shaodaozi, they were still a little tipsy.

Xiao Erduo unbuttoned a few buttons of his jacket. Dabao had already taken off his Zhongshan suit and hung it on the back of the chair. He was only wearing a shirt with his sleeves rolled up.

"Brother, your Kung Fu is amazing. Bajiquan and Twelve-Way Spring Kick. Forgive me, I don't think even Uncle Wen's Kung Fu is necessarily better than yours."

The eyes of the gangsters are the most poisonous. You can fake anything, but your Kung Fu cannot be fake.

Dabao couldn't explain Xiao Erduo's question. Could he say that drinking the water from the spiritual well could cleanse his tendons and marrow? Others would find it difficult to cultivate dark energy throughout their lives, but he could become a master of transformation energy by drinking a few glasses of water and taking a few baths?

If he dared to say that to Little Ear, Little Ear would slap his snot in the face.

"Brother Lian, I'm a little surprised. Back then, the four tyrants of the capital were defeated, but how come you and Dengzhao were fine?"

Little Ear laughed loudly: "Silly brother, even though you are from an official family, you are still young and you don't really understand the ins and outs here.

Let me ask you, how many people do you think are involved in gangs in Beijing?"

Dabao hesitated for a moment and said, "There must be tens of thousands of people, right?"

"Tens of thousands of people? Let's not talk about anything else. Just the Qing Gang has over 37,000 registered members, and even more not. During the heyday of the Yiguandao sect, it boasted 100,000 followers.

Let me tell you this, there are 38 police stations in Beijing, and more than 3,000 police officers are all sworn disciples. Do you think you can get rid of them? Can you get rid of so many people?

Back then, only 46 old men from the Daoist sects were shot, and the total number of those sent to the Northwest to eat sand was only 384.

Do you think this can be considered as the elimination of the underworld? This is just the government trying to gild its own image.

But then again, with the government's actions, the underworld in the capital has become a loose sand. Over the past ten years, they have all fled and dispersed, and have become powerless.

Little Ear poured himself a glass of wine and drank it all.

"The reason I am safe and sound is that on the eve of liberation, I saved the life of a noble lady and helped her a little, which can be regarded as a small contribution to the liberation of the capital.

This is how my apprentices and I managed to survive. Later, someone found me and asked me to run this pigeon market. However, I had to hand over 70% of the profits, and the rest would be used by my apprentices and me to make a living."

Dabao was silent. He knew that the so-called person Xiao Erduo mentioned must be a big shot in the government, and the formation of these black markets was also the result of the government's compromise.

Dabao smiled bitterly, picked up the wine glass and drank it all. Xiaoerduo filled his glass with wine and put a piece of mutton in his bowl with chopsticks.

"Do you understand, brother? Actually, this pigeon market was secretly opened by the government. Since 55, when supplies were in short supply, the government issued bills and prohibited individuals from reselling pigeons.

What could ordinary people buy with their coupons? Ten industrial coupons were needed to buy a metal kettle, but a factory worker only received one industrial coupon per month, which meant he had to save for a year to buy a kettle. Isn't that a life-threatening thing?

If this continues, what can the people do? It would be strange if they don't cause trouble, so so many pigeon markets have been established to give the people a way to vent their anger.

Haha, take these bills for example? Who wouldn't treasure them like treasures? Who would be willing to sell them? Isn't it because those officials have a lot of bills that they can't use, so they bring them to the pigeon market to sell them? "

When Dabao heard this, he seemed to see the scene of his uncle taking out the envelope from the drawer, and he couldn't help but sigh.

Little Ear patted his shoulder and said, "Brother, you don't have to worry about the country and the people. Let me tell you something you don't want to hear. Even though you are so young and a small director, you are still far from those high-ranking officials. It is not our turn to worry about the major events in the world."

Dabao laughed when he heard this. It's not that bad. He is just an ordinary person. He was reborn just to make his family and loved ones live a better life. In addition, he wants to help others within his ability. That's all.

Saving the world? That's what a fool wearing red shorts outside his pants does. I'm not worthy of it. So why think so much? Worrying about nothing is just asking for trouble.

Once the burden in his heart was gone, Dabao started drinking without restraint. The two of them drank a pound of Shaodaozi each, and their relationship became even more passionate.

Isn't it said that men stay young until they die? Before they finished drinking, the two of them had become close friends.

Little Ear hooked Dabao's shoulder, squinting his eyes.

"Brother, you and I are so compatible. How do you say it? Oh, yes! It's a pity we met too late! Yes, it's a pity we met too late. How great would it have been if I had met you ten years ago? We would have chopped off chicken heads, drank blood wine, and become sworn brothers."

Dabao nearly choked to death on his own saliva. What kind of train of thought is this? Ten years ago, he was only eight years old? Little Douya, a first-grade kid, occasionally wets the kang at night. How many fake pills have you taken? A twenty-something man and an eight-year-old child clashed headfirst into the ground. They don't ask to be born on the same day, but they ask to die on the same day. Pah, you old man, you're taking advantage of me. I'm only a little old. I'd be a fool to die with you...

"But..." Little Ear waved his hand: "It's not too late now, we must become sworn brothers!"

So, Dabao was pressed to the ground by Xiaoerduo, and they kowtowed eight times together. Dabao's forehead was bruised. Dabao was dizzy and there was an older brother and a second brother who was a foodie. It was said that the second brother was such a big eater. He had eaten twenty-one plates of mutton slices, each weighing half a pound. It seemed that he was only half full.

When they sat at the table again, the relationship had changed. They sat closer, probably to make it easier to hug. For several years, Dabao had always had a doubt in his mind: was this cheap brother trying to take advantage of him?

However, Dabao did not regret becoming sworn brothers with Xiao Erduo. This person was generous and righteous, without any ulterior motives. He was truly a good friend and brother worth making.

"Brother, I offer you a toast." Dabao picked up the wine glass. He had already drunk the spiritual well water, and the smell of alcohol had long since dissipated.

Little Ear clapped his hands and laughed, "Good brother, great! I'm so happy today. Let's drink to it."

After three more glasses of wine, Dabao almost cried. He had come to Donglaishun, but up to now, he hadn't eaten a single bite of mutton. He had only drunk alcohol.

He covered the bump on his forehead and wailed in his heart, this wine is really not a good thing, he felt like a child bride who signed a contract to sell herself, it was so miserable...

Dabao looked at Lian Hu with envy. In the blink of an eye, this guy had devoured three more plates of meat. Wow, he ate with such enthusiasm...

Dabao looked at his sworn brother, who was beaming with joy, and sighed secretly. Although the sworn brotherhood ceremony was sloppy, he had to accept it.

In this era, the value of sworn brotherhood is quite high. You can visit each other's houses without any reservations, and you can entrust your wife and children to your parents...