Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Dabao stood on the platform, waiting for Professor Tang and his wife. Professor Tang was arranged by Long Fei to get off the train at Shimen, and a military vehicle took them to the direction of Western Xinjiang.

But the road conditions were so bad that Professor Tang and his wife couldn't stand the bumps. The people accompanying the car quickly reported it to the leader.

The superior leaders studied and decided that for Professor Tang’s health, it would be more appropriate for him to take the train, so they ordered the train to stop at Luliangshan Station to wait for Professor Tang to arrive...

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Luliang Mountain is also known as the Bone Ridge Mountain. The Bone Ridge Mountain is winding and twisting all the way. When the train reaches here, the maximum speed does not exceed 60 kilometers per hour. Guandi Mountain and Longmen Mountain are especially the most dangerous places on the Loess Plateau.

This section of the railway was built by Yan Laoxi, and the later extension to Shaanxi was built by the Japanese. The people in Luliang Mountain are tough and the most common ones are bandits. Basically, every village and village is civilian during the day and bandits at night. Unless a large army is clearing the area, small forces dare not provoke them.

During the Anti-Japanese War, this place has always been the front line against the Japanese invaders and the source of troops. This also led to many people from Luliang Mountain holding high positions after the founding of the People's Republic of China. Therefore, the local government turned a blind eye to the behavior of Luliang people.

The longest uphill and downhill road from Guandi Mountain to Longmen Mountain is 130 kilometers long. It takes nearly three hours for the train to travel this section alone.

In the early morning, the sun rose into the sky. On the slope of Guandi Mountain, more than a hundred war horses stood. The knights on the horses had their faces covered with cloths, and they held their carbines in their hands, looking quietly into the distance.

It was obvious that these people were well-trained. There were more than a hundred of them, but not a single one spoke. The only sound was the snorting of horses.

There were three people clustered among the crowd, all with their faces covered, so their appearances and ages could not be seen clearly.

The knight in the middle pulled down his mask, revealing a very handsome young man, probably in his twenties. However, although he looked good, his lips were very thin. Physiognomy books said that such people were cold-hearted by nature.

He looked into the distance, which was the direction the train was coming from, but there was no movement.

The knight on his right also pulled down his turban, revealing himself to be a large, bearded man with a belt around his waist and two mirror-mounted pistols stuck in the belt. He wiped his face, shook off the dew, and spoke in a charming voice.

"Uncle, we've been waiting for three hours. According to the usual time, the train should have arrived long ago." You have to close your eyes to listen to this voice, otherwise you will never be able to connect the appearance and voice together.

But judging by the expressions of the people around him, they must have gotten used to it a long time ago.

The young man's voice was a little hoarse, but quite pleasant: "Don't worry, the captain said that he has asked Fan Laoer, who is safe, to take action. He has several strong hands over there. Maybe he has succeeded by now, so there is no need for us to take action."

The bearded man raised his orchid finger and said, "Oh, that's great. I don't have to do anything and I won't give him a refund."

The young man smiled and nodded. This was exactly what he had in mind.

The knight on his left was very thin, but his eyes were bright and sparkling, and he was obviously a resourceful man.

He pondered for a moment and said, "Master, is this deal worth it? It's just twenty large yellow croakers. If we rob a train, it will be a big deal. The government will not let it go. Then our Qijiazhai will be finished."

This young man is Qi Shilong, the youngest son of the patriarch of Qijia Village. The big man with curly beard is his nephew Qi Debiao. The thin man is Qi family's military advisor named Kong Mengchang. He is a scholar who was framed and imprisoned twenty years ago. It was the previous patriarch of Qi family who rescued him. From then on, he devoted himself to serving Qi family.

Qi Shilong lay on the iron beam and said to Kong Mengchang in a low voice: "Old Kong, the current situation is very bad. My father heard that someone wants to open up our old grudges and attack our Qi family.

My brother went to the provincial capital to take care of this matter. The captain came to ask us to do this deal. My father didn't want to accept it.

But this Feng Duoye said that he could build a road for us in Southeast Asia..."

His voice lowered: "A way out. My father agreed to this. I guess if this is done, it will be the three of us who will go to Southeast Asia to conquer the world.

My brother has to be in charge back home..."

Kong Mengchang nodded. It didn’t matter where he went, since he had already sold his life to the Qi family.

Qi Debiao suddenly shouted: "Here it comes!"

Qi Shilong straightened up and looked into the distance. He saw a column of smoke appearing in the distance. It was high up on the mountain and he could see it clearly.

Kong Mengchang pinched his fingers and said, "There's still half an hour left."

Qi Shilong nodded, pulled up his mask, raised his right hand, and everyone looked over.

"Biaozi, have half of your men lie in ambush on the roadside, blocking the retreat. When the train starts climbing, you lead the men down, and then the men below can flank us. My father said the trick is in the soft sleeper car. We can just massacre everyone in this car. There's no need to attack the civilians."

"As you wish, uncle." Qi Debiao waved his hand, and half of the knights on the hillside rushed down the mountain. For a moment, the dust and smoke filled the air, choking Qi Shilong and making him cough...

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Inside the train, Dabao and Longfei stood in the coal-loading car, looking at the body of the maintenance worker, both of them were silent.

Li Yuming stood aside and scratched his head.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Li Yuming pulled Yang Yong, a police officer standing nearby, over and said, "Xiao Yang discovered it. Yang Yong, tell Xiao Qin about it."

Yang Yong had only been working for two years and was a novice. How could he have seen such a scene? He hesitated and said, "I came to look for Master Jian, but I couldn't find him in the rest car, so I came to the front of the train to look for him.

There was no one in the maintenance worker's studio. Not only was Master Jian not there, but even Master Zhao was not there. This was quite strange. According to regulations, maintenance workers cannot leave their posts. There must be someone on duty in the studio at all times.

Then I got out of the car and called out to Master Jian a few times. I thought he had climbed over the coal car to the front of the car, so I climbed back on.

Then, I saw Master Jian in the coal pile, sending a telegram...

I remembered what the flight attendant said, that we should be careful of enemy spies, so I went back to find the flight attendant. When we came back, we saw Master Jian lying there.

Dabao squatted down and turned the maintenance worker who was lying in the coal pile over. The maintenance worker's forehead and nose were covered with coal dust, his eyes were wide open, and there was blood at the corners of his mouth.

This person is Jian Hongping, the maintenance worker that Dabao suspected.

Dabao pinched the corpse's jaw open, looked at the open mouth, then stood up and said to Long Fei: "Suicide, biting the poisonous fangs, a common method used by enemy spies."

Long Fei nodded and turned to ask Yang Yong: "Are you sure Jian Hongping was sending a message at that time?"

Yang Yong nodded: "Sure, I've seen the movie The Eternal Wave."

Long Fei looked around, and Dabao said lazily: "Don't look for it, he smashed it and threw it away, look..."

Dabao pointed to the side of the carriage, where there were clear marks of damage and fragments.

Several people climbed down from the carriage. Long Fei asked Li Yuming to take Yang Yong to the dining car to wait. He would write down some materials for him later.

Long Fei took the cigarette from Dabao, took out a match and lit it, then lit the cigarette for Dabao.

"Dabao, this isn't right. Jian Hongping was discovered. He had plenty of time to jump out of the car and escape. So why did he commit suicide? Is he stupid?"

Dabao sneered: "My great director, we are both thousand-year-old foxes, so don't tell me about Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio. You can't think of such a simple truth? Don't tease me."

Long Fei punched Dabao awkwardly: "Can't you just let me play dumb for a bit? That's not very kind of you."

The two of them laughed heartily. Long Fei looked at the morning sun and took a puff of his cigarette: "Who do you think Jian Hongping is going to protect?"