Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

"Director, you can't accept it. This is the country's money. You can't harm it. The calligraphy this person sold half a month ago was fake. He came back again today. This is a scam..."

"Get lost, old bastard! Who are you calling a scammer? If you keep talking nonsense, I'll fucking beat you up."

"Old Zhang, just do your job and don't meddle in other people's business. Otherwise, I won't help you if someone beats you up."

Dabao opened his two necks and strode in. He saw a man as thin as a monkey grabbing Old Zhang by the collar and looking at him viciously.

Next to them stood a middle-aged man in a Mao suit, folding his arms and watching the fun.

There were a few salespeople at the back counter whispering to each other.

Dabao felt too hot and didn't wear his uniform. He only wore a white shirt with his sleeves rolled up. He walked in with his hands behind his back and said with a smile: "Is this a store? Or a market? I only heard that hitting customers is not allowed, so how come a customer turned around and hit the salesperson?"

The middle-aged man, Wang Jiahe, was the manager of the consignment store. His face darkened. "If you want to buy something, just buy it. Why are you spouting all this nonsense? What's it got to do with you?"

Dabao ignored him and walked over, grabbed the skinny monkey's hair and pushed him aside. He straightened Old Zhang's collar and said helplessly: "Why can't you change this bad habit? They are willing to accept fake paintings and work together to defraud the country's money. That's their business. You are so old, and you are still arguing with a fool. Isn't it even more stupid?"

Old Zhang sneered and punched Dabao lightly: "You little bastard, you insult me ​​as soon as you come back."

Wang Jiahe's face suddenly changed when he heard what Dabao said. He shouted: "What are you doing? Why are you talking nonsense? Let me tell you, defamation will lead to jail time. Who colluded with others to defraud the country's money?"

"Okay, okay, I won't take this painting anymore, please leave now!"

He stuffed the painting in his hand into the skinny monkey's hand and pushed him out.

Dabao yelled, "Stop! You want to leave now? It's too late. You can't leave now."

Wang Jiahe was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Dabao reached out and grabbed the skinny monkey by the collar and lifted him back like a chicken.

Wang Jiahe's face turned even uglier. He and his cousin were working together to defraud the country of its money. He had hired someone to make fake antiques in Liulichang beforehand, and then had his cousin sell them. He had the final say on whether to buy or not. After buying the fake antiques, he would put them in a corner of the warehouse to collect dust. As long as they had these things when checking the accounts, it didn't matter whether they were real or not.

He did this time and again, and it always worked. He could make fake antiques for five or six dollars, but he would charge one to two hundred dollars, which was a huge profit.

Wang Jiahe had done it several times and everything went smoothly. But he didn't expect that the night watchman, Old Zhang, had some evil spirit that made him want to mess things up. He hated Old Zhang so much that he wanted to kill him.

As soon as Dabao came in, he saw the two of them flirting with each other. How could he not understand what was going on? Originally, he didn't want to get involved, but since Old Zhang was working here, he would become a thorn in their side. In order to let Old Zhang live for two more days, Dabao had to gouge out that eye and cut out that piece of flesh.

Dabao turned around and saw a phone at the corner of the counter. He picked up the skinny monkey, who saw something was wrong and struggled desperately. Dabao opened his left hand and slapped the skinny monkey in the face, leaving it covered in blood. The monkey's head drooped and he fainted.

Dabao wiped his hands on him and walked straight to the phone.

Dabao's move scared everyone. Wang Jiahe's calves were cramped and his head was pounding. He turned around and ran to his office.

Dabao ignored him. This guy should be looking for support. After all, the monk can run away, but the temple cannot.

Old Zhang was also shocked. In his impression, Dabao was still that gentle, quiet and kind boy. He never thought that Dabao would become so violent. He grabbed Dabao and seemed to not recognize him in a trance.

Then he came to his senses and asked, "Dabao, what's going on? This guy is selling fake paintings, why don't we just not buy them? Why are you hitting him?"

Dabao knew Old Zhang's temper too well. When he drank too much, he would often cry and say: If he were not weak, unclear, and hesitant, his family would not have died. He had the opportunity to hand over the treasure, but unfortunately, it was because of his illusions about human nature that he brought disaster upon his family. This is also the reason why Old Zhang has not forgiven himself for more than ten years.

Dabao patted Old Zhang's hand and said, "This guy colluded with your director using fake antiques to embezzle state property. This is not the first time. Don't worry, leave it to me."

"What?" Old Zhang was stunned.

Dabao dialed the phone: "Hello, check the number of the Gulou Street Police Station for me... Okay, 3672, OK... Hello, is this the Gulou Street Police Station? I'm looking for Xie Ming, are you? Why are you responsible for answering the phone? Okay, let's talk about it in two days when I go to work. Have you given them face? Bring Daya to the Ping'an Street consignment store. Well, they colluded with each other and embezzled state property. Yes, you two can come. They are just two cowards. Just take them back. Okay, hanging up."

Dabao leaned on the counter, stepping on the skinny monkey who had just woken up. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one himself, and stuffed the rest to Old Zhang.

Old Zhang was a little uneasy: "Dabao, is it really necessary to make such a big fuss?"

Dabao said nonchalantly, "That depends on how many times they've done it. If it happens too many times, no one can protect him."

Old Zhang sighed. He knew that he had gotten into trouble again this time.

"Hey, Dabao, don't you work in the commune? How come you have time to come back?"

"I've been transferred back to the city. I've finished cleaning up my house and want to buy some furniture, so I came to tell you about it. I went to my house for dinner tonight and ran into this. It seems I can't buy furniture here anymore. I'll have to look somewhere else later."

When Old Zhang heard that Dabao had been transferred back, he was very happy: "My shop is too small and we don't have good furniture. You have to go to a bigger shop."

As they were talking, Xie Ming and Daya arrived on bicycles. Dabao had given all the bicycles he had bought to the commune. After all, they were all his own people. However, the Gulou Street Police Station had no shortage of bicycles. After all, the police stations in the city were richer than those in the commune.

Xie Ming took off his hat and wiped his sweat, then walked in with Daya.

"Director."

"Uncle Master."

Dabao nodded, pointed at Wang Jiahe who had just come out of the office after finishing a phone call, and kicked Skinny Monkey again.

"Just these two, take them away."

Daya didn't say anything, she put one knee on Shouhou'er's back, twisted his hands and handcuffed him behind his back.

Xie Ming took out the handcuffs and said to Wang Jiahe, "Come with me."

Wang Jiahe had just finished calling for help and felt a little relieved, but when he saw the police and the handcuffs, he was so scared that he screamed,

"Don't arrest me, don't arrest me, your deputy director and I are good friends..."

Xie Ming shook the handcuffs and said, "I'll give you a favor. I won't handcuff you. Just follow me back."

Wang Jiahe hesitated for a long time. Dabao became impatient and shouted: "Take him away!" He was most annoyed by Xie Ming's nagging.

Daya always carried out her uncle's orders unconditionally. She snatched the handcuffs from Xie Ming's hands and rushed over to put them on Wang Jiahe.

Xie Ming was a little embarrassed. He knew that he was a bit indecisive, so he was only suitable to be an instructor, not a chief officer.

He grinned at Dabao, who glared at him, grabbed the scroll on the counter and threw it at him.

Xie Ming and Daya took them away, and Dabao didn't delay any longer. He told Old Zhang to go out for dinner that night, and then went back and forth to the alley to get the car...