Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Nuannuan didn't sleep with Dabao that night, but slept in her own little bed. Dabao had to get up early to go to the Pigeon Market.

At around three in the morning, Dabao got up, washed up, and left the courtyard. He parked his jeep in the alley, and he didn't need to hide it. He just drove away.

If he asked, he could find out where the Little Ear brothers lived, but Dabao was too lazy and went straight to the overpass.

He stopped the car near the overpass. He couldn't drive over, for fear of scaring away the people in the pigeon market.

He walked quickly towards the Sixth Alley of Fuchang Street, but when he got there he was stunned. The alley was empty, with no one around.

Dabao walked around but didn't see any signs of the pigeon market. He turned around and looked around, only two aunties were slowly sweeping the street.

He didn't ask the old lady if she knew what happened in Pigeon City or if they moved. It was useless to ask, as no one would tell him if they didn't know her.

It seems that I can only check it after work. Anyway, Dabao has to go to work today, and it would be too much to delay it any further.

He could only go home first, and then ask the police from Tianqiao Police Station to find out where Xiao Erduo lived.

Dabao saw that the breakfast shop on the overpass was open for business. So, he decided to buy some breakfast here and take it home.

I bought fried dough sticks and fried cakes, but didn't buy any soy milk because I had nothing to put in it. After paying the bill and paying the ticket, Dabao looked at the old man who was frying fried cakes. This old man must have been running the shop here for many years. He asked casually,

"Uncle, is this market closed? I came here to buy some eggs, but no one is here? Did they move?"

The old man picked up the fried cake with two half-meter-long chopsticks and put it in the basket. He rolled his eyes and looked at Dabao.

"My dear, you are an official, right?"

Dabao was surprised. He was not wearing a police uniform, only a white shirt and army green pants. How could this old man tell that he was an official?

"Master, you have a good eye. How did you see that?"

The old man sighed and said, "You showed your work ID when you took out the money just now. I'm not blind."

Dabao's face turned red and he thought to himself, "Uncle, can you please not be so naughty?"

"Are you asking if the Pigeon Market has moved? No, it's been open for several years. Where did it move to? It was raided."

"Copied?" Dabao was stunned.

"They did, and it lasted for more than half a month. Many police officers came to arrest Cuihua and his disciples. Then Cuihua and Huzi stepped forward and took the entire responsibility. In the end, Cuihua and Huzi were arrested, but the disciples were not."

Dabao's brow furrowed, wondering who had arrested Little Ear. Whoever it was, since they'd been holding him for half a month, they must have been in the detention center. He had to deal with this as soon as he got back to work, or else he'd be worried.

Dabao was filled with questions as he walked out, carrying the fried dough sticks and fried cakes. When he reached the door, he turned around and asked the old man, "Since you know I'm an official, why are you telling me all this?"

The old man flipped the dough sticks with long chopsticks and said, "Because you are Tsui Wah's friend, you can save Tsui Wah and Hu Zi."

Dabao nodded and left. This old man was quite scheming.

. . . . .

The Gulou Street Police Station is a large station, with 23 police officers on duty and a number of temporary workers. According to the configuration, there is a director, an instructor, two deputy directors, and three team leaders. This is the basic configuration, and the responsibilities are also different.

According to the regulations, when the director is absent, the instructor is responsible for all matters. However, the reality is that the deputy director Zhao Zhenyu has stepped over the task and taken charge of the work in the institute, completely sidelining Xie Ming.

It's like there are two deputy directors, one in charge of public security and the other in charge of criminal investigation. The division of labor is clear, but since Deputy Director Sun Qian came to the police station, there has been no division of labor.

These days, Zhao Zhenyu arranged various tasks in the institute at the morning meeting, acting like a deputy director, and even called him "Instructor Xie". Deputy Director Sun had just arrived and was not familiar with the work. If he made random arrangements, it would cause chaos.

This was clearly bullying them. Xie Ming had almost no work experience when he graduated and arrived at the branch office, and Sun Qian was even more of a rookie.

But the two of them were not in a hurry at all. Seeing them look so nonchalant, the people in the institute also didn't care about them. Now they all went to report to Deputy Director Zhao about any work.

Zhao Zhenyu had been so proud these past few days that his voice had risen an octave, and his braying could be heard throughout the police station.

Xie Ming and Sun Qian remained silent, watching him show off quietly, letting him jump around as much as he wanted. The more he jumped, the harder he would fall.

Zhao Zhenyu was confused and thought he had suppressed them. He heard that the new director was not very old. When he came, he would see his strength in the institute and he would have to pay attention to himself. In the future, he would have the most say in the institute. It was beautiful to think about this.

Zhao Zhenyu doesn't understand these two guys. One of them is sinister and the other is mean. They watch Zhao Zhenyu busying around every day and laugh secretly as if they were injected with chicken blood. This guy doesn't even know how he will die in the future.

The institute has a rule that a regular meeting must be held at 7:30 every morning to arrange work. Except for those on business trips, no one can be absent.

The Gulou Street Police Station is less than 200 meters away from Nanluoguxiang. It is a large courtyard. It used to be the Shuntian Prefecture government office. To the east is Jiaci Temple, to the west is Guangji Temple, to the north is Yaowang Temple, and to the south is the Drum Tower.

To the north is the inner city wall of the capital, but now it has been torn down into ruins. This is a typical behavior of a prodigal son.

The meeting room of the police station was originally the classroom of the third shift of yamen runners. Now it has been renovated and turned into a meeting room.

This is both a meeting room and a canteen. The furnishings in the room are simple, with a long table and long benches. On the wall behind the main seat are portraits of great men and slogans such as "Serve the People".

On one wall, there were eight slogans: Respect the interests of the masses and do not bully others; uphold the law, obey orders, and strictly observe discipline; cherish public property and do not neglect your duties; be honest and abide by the law, do not accept bribes or abuse public power for personal gain; protect social order and do not shelter enemy spies or protect bad people; serve actively and loyally and do not be passive and lazy or act in a hypocritical manner; get rid of bad habits and reform yourself and do not gamble or visit prostitutes; strengthen your studies and do not contradict your words or deeds and have ulterior motives.

These were the eight requirements for public security officials in that era.

Zhao Zhenyu sat at the head of the long table, glancing smugly at his comrades. He even glanced at Instructor Xie, who was smiling. Of course, for a fool like Zhao Zhenyu, he couldn't tell whether the smile was three parts sneer and seven parts ridicule.

He was very satisfied with Xie Ming's attitude.

"It's time for a meeting. Those who are talking should shut up, those who are standing should sit down, those who are smoking should put out their cigarettes, and those who are drinking water should put down their bottles.

This meeting should be held in the proper manner. How can it be so messy?

Today, I'm still in charge of the work. After all, Instructor Xie has only been here for a short time and is not familiar with the work here. As an old comrade, I must lend a hand...

Thank you, instructor. Do you have any objections? "

Xie Ming raised his eyebrows, as if he wanted to laugh, but he suppressed it. He shook his head: "No problem, no problem."

Zhao Zhenyu picked up the big teacup in front of him, opened the lid and blew on it, then took a sip and swallowed all the tea foam in his mouth. It would be a waste to spit out the high-quality tea that Zhang Yiyuan bought.

"Today's work arrangements are as follows. Comrade Xie Ming and Comrade Sun Qian are still at the institute..."

Before he finished speaking, a clear voice rang out: "What are you doing? Why are you sitting in this position?"

Everyone turned their heads to look at the sound, and saw two police officers standing at the door, a man and a woman. The man was handsome and the woman was beautiful.

What is even more curious is that the man is holding a fat baby in his arms. The baby is wearing a flowery dress and has two small buns. The baby is as white and tender as the dolls in New Year pictures.

This family is of course Dabao, Zuo Mingyue and Nuannuan baby,

Dabao frowned. The room was filled with smoke and the air was foul. He said calmly, "What's that smell? It's so suffocating. From now on, smoke outside. Daya, Xue Kui, open all the windows."

"Yes!" Daya Xue Kui, who had been hiding in the corner pretending to be a groundhog, agreed loudly, jumped up and opened the windows on both sides. A fresh air blew in, and the people in the room felt instantly awake.

Zhao Zhenyu was furious. He slammed his hand on the table and shouted, "Which institute are you from? What's your name? Why are you acting so arrogant in front of me?"