Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Cheng Jianhua sighed. If there was a false conviction in Yang Huailin's case, then their court would also bear a great responsibility.

When he and Yu Zhenghe received Dabao's request to suspend the public trial of Yang Huailin and continue to supplement the investigation materials, their thoughts were the same as Mo Qiyuan's.

It was this kid who was looking for trouble. The reason they agreed was entirely for Lu Jianbang's sake, and Lu Jianbang completely believed in Dabao's way of dealing with things.

Now that they have listened to Dabao's words, they realize how wrong they were.

Cheng Jianhua sighed: "I'm over 40 years old, and I was taught a lesson by a kid. I still think his scolding is justified. What kind of a big deal is this?"

Yu Zhenghe was a man who was always serious. He frowned and said, "Well said. All public officials should listen to this.

Ten years have passed since the founding of the People's Republic of China, and many people have forgotten their responsibilities. They blindly cater to their superiors, compete with each other, and use every possible means to get promoted and make money. Isn't Jiang Jinsong an example?

He ruined his life just to be a deputy workshop director, so we need to rectify this trend and put an end to this unhealthy trend. When I get back, I'll write to the State Council and have a good talk with the CEO about this."

Lu Jianbang nodded: "Yes, it's time to remind him of this. I will go to the ministry tomorrow and talk to the minister."

Cheng Jianhua patted Lu Jianbang on the shoulder and said, "Old Lu, you have a really good nephew. Your Lu family is blessed."

A smile broke out on Yu Zhenghe's face, which seemed frozen for a thousand years. "At his age, he has such insight. I haven't found anyone of his age who can compare to him."

The three leaders were praising Dabao in a low voice when the sound of a truck came from a distance, attracting everyone's attention.

It turned out that seven death row prisoners were paraded through the streets and then brought to this execution ground to be shot.

Dabao touched his holster and looked at the crowd watching in the distance. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. He had carried out five such missions in his previous life. This mission was thankless, but he didn't expect to have to deal with it in this life.

Three large trucks drove into the execution ground one after another. The first truck contained only one criminal, Jiang Jinsong, while the others were filled with police officers armed with live ammunition.

There were only two trucks left, and three criminals were standing in each compartment, all crying. The feeling of waiting to die was too unbearable.

The truck stopped and the compartment door opened. The seven criminals on the truck were so frightened that their legs went limp. One of them was carried off the truck by two policemen.

Kneeling beside the small pit, the police officer who was executing the order took off the Type 56 rifle from his shoulder, stood behind the criminal, and waited for the order from the on-site commander.

Dabao glanced at Xue Kui who was squatting beside him. Xue Kui had finished eating the apple and was rubbing his fingers. He stared at the death row prisoner with excited eyes.

Xue Kui is now glad that he has chosen the right master. Not only does he always have good food to eat, but more importantly, he also has fun to watch.

Dabao raised the small red triangular flag in his hand and shouted: "Everyone has..."

Seven police officers loaded their guns with a loud noise.

"Raise the gun!"

The rifles were almost touching the back of the criminals' heads. The criminals were shaking even more violently, their noses and tears running down their faces.

"preparation!"

"put!"

Seven gunshots rang out almost simultaneously, the bullets blew off the criminals' heads, and the seven criminals sank into the small pit like rotten wood.

"Back off!"

The seven police officers took three steps back.

"Unloading the bomb,"

This is the regulation. After completing the mission, no bullets are allowed to be left in the gun.

Dabao ignored Xue Kui who was already stunned. He took out a Type 54 pistol from his holster and loaded the bullet into the chamber.

He walked slowly to the criminals with their butts sticking out, and shot them one by one, regardless of whether they were dead or alive.

Dabao's nonchalant expression shocked the leaders of the public security, procuratorial and judicial departments.

Cheng Jianhua said in surprise: "How can this guy be so calm? Has he carried out this kind of mission before?"

Lu Jianbang was also surprised and shook his head slowly.

Yu Zhenghe said: "How old is he this year? Nineteen? How can he be so calm and composed? Old Lu, how did your family educate him?"

Lu Jianbang recalled and found that his nephew only acted like a teenager in front of his family and friends. When facing outsiders and things, he always looked calm, as if everything was under his control.

"This child's natural personality is like this, just like my uncle..."

Cheng Jianhua shouted, "Mr. Lu, you are so shameless. You are still like this? How old were you when the boss scolded you and made you cry? You were 23, right? Are you still so steady?"

Yu Zhenghe and Lu Jianbang were once in the same division, but Cheng Jianhua was not.

"Cheng Jianhua, who told you that? Was it Yu Zhenghe and that bastard?"

Yu Zhenghe said slowly: "So what if I said it? Are you yelling again? Do you want me to tell you about your wife beating you to tears?"

"Ah? Lao Yu, tell me quickly." Cheng Jianhua's eyes flickered with gossip.

Lu Jianbang covered Yu Zhenghe's mouth in frustration and shouted: "How dare you say that? I'll kill you!"

The three senior leaders at the department and ministerial levels were in a mess, but this did not affect Dabao's mood at all. He patted Xue Kui's back, and Xue Kui was vomiting all over the place.

"Apprentice, let me tell you, this tofu pudding is a delicious thing. The white tofu, poured with broth and mixed with red chili oil, the color..."

"Master, you...you are so mean...ugh..."

Dabao slapped Xue Kui hard, almost knocking him down.

"How can you say that to the master? If you say that to the master again, the master will beat you."

Xue Kui cried with his mouth open. He swore that he would never eat tofu pudding again. When he thought of those prisoners and tofu pudding, his legs became weak.

"Master...Master, can you please stop talking about tofu pudding from now on? I beg you."

Dabao supported Xue Kui and nodded seriously: "Okay, Master promises you."

The master and disciple walked towards the jeep. Naturally, some family members came to collect the bodies, but this had nothing to do with him.

Xue Kui's legs were as soft as noodles. Dabao supported him with a wicked smile on his face.

"Hey? Kui'er, why do people in the south like to put sugar in tofu pudding? Does it taste good?"

"Master, you... uh... uh... you are so mean..."

. . . . .

In the interrogation room of Gulou Street Police Station, Xie Ming and Zhao Zhenyu were interrogating Yang Huailin.

Dabao held Nuannuan in his arms and played and listened outside.

Zuo Mingyue has been very busy these days with the household registration staff. Dabao's proposal to divide the jurisdiction into districts and set up security police stations has been approved by the Municipal Bureau and the branch bureau. They have also designated the Gulou Street Police Station as a pilot unit. If the results are good, it will be promoted to the entire city.

The deputy director in charge of public security is Sun Qian. He is in pain and happiness now. Since he and Fan Lihua confirmed their relationship, he is happy and enjoying Fan Lihua's punches and kicks. However, he is leading people to divide the area and is not in the station these days.

In the interrogation room, Yang Huailin sat on a chair, trying hard to recall what happened that night...