Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Dabao waited quietly in the police station for Xie Ming and Zhao Zhenyu to bring the man back. The clues of this case were already very obvious. If they still couldn't handle it well, they would be punished.

At noon, Dabao made noodles with soybean paste for Zuo Mingyue, mainly for Xue Kui. As expected, Dabao bought a bowl of tofu pudding last night and placed it in front of his apprentice.

Xue Kui almost vomited bile after just one look, and now he was lying on the bed powerlessly.

Daya and the others didn't know what happened, so they asked Dabao, but Dabao pretended not to know. They asked Xue Kui, but Xue Kui refused to tell them.

Therefore, this became an unsolved mystery for the Gulou Street Police Station.

It wasn't until three years later, when Xie Ming saw someone being shot at the execution ground, that he realized how corrupt his superior was. He had dug a deep hole for his apprentice. What a rip-off...

At around 1:00 PM, Xie Ming and Zhao Zhenyu brought their men and excitedly captured a man of medium build.

Dabao was rocking the stroller to coax his daughter to take a nap. He glanced at the man. Dabao had seen Wang Yanlai's photo in the file.

Therefore, he recognized at a glance that this was the murderer Wang Yanlai.

Wang Yanlai desperately cried out that she was wronged.

Dabao covered his daughter's ears and shouted sternly: "Shut his mouth! Hang him up! Xue Kui! Xue Kui..."

Xue Kui had just eaten some noodles with soybean paste and felt a little better. When he heard his master calling him, he came out of the dormitory muttering softly,

"Xue Kui, restore his memory!"

Xue Kui's eyes lit up. Now his waist and legs were no longer sore, and he had the strength to go upstairs. He could even carry a man weighing over 100 pounds up to the sixth floor without even breathing hard.

He rushed over, carried Wang Yan into the interrogation room, and immediately screams were heard from the interrogation room...

Xie Ming came to Dabao and said, "Chief, let's go to Chongwenmen Police Station and check. In their jurisdiction, there are five people named Wang something. Lao Zhao and I checked them one by one, and it was this Wang Yanlai who completely met the conditions you mentioned.

In order to avoid making a mistake, we asked the neighbors around. Some of them recalled that more than two months ago, Wang Yanlai had scratches on his neck and the back of his hands. They were very deep.

Wang Yan came to tell the neighbors that it was a cat scratch, but the neighbors didn't believe it, but they didn't take it seriously. When I scratched him just now, I took a closer look and saw that the scar was indeed very deep, leaving a scar.

I discussed it with Lao Zhao and secretly visited Wang Yanlai's workplace. We found out that Wang Yanlai worked overtime until midnight on the day of the crime and then walked home, which means he had plenty of time to commit the crime.

Dabao nodded in satisfaction. Xie Ming's character was a bit indecisive, but he was very meticulous. This kind of person had a very strong execution ability. That was why he insisted on bringing Xie Ming here to be promoted to instructor.

In fact, Dabao values ​​Sun Qian more. Don't look at this fat guy smiling like a Buddha all day long, but Dabao knows that this guy is the typical one with a pig face and a loud heart.

In terms of ruthlessness and meticulousness, he is second only to Dabao. As for future development, Dabao doesn't dare to say that he can compare with him.

"Hurry up and investigate every detail, including when he left the factory after working overtime and when he was injured. Once you have all of this figured out and the evidence is solid, you can write the materials and I'll sign them to report to you and Old Zhao."

Xie Ming knew that the director's words were always true, so it seemed that he was sure to win this merit.

As for Zhao Zhenyu, he grinned like a fool. Ever since Wang Daquan's incident, Zhao Zhenyu has been completely obedient to Dabao and has carried out Dabao's orders without any compromise.

Xie Ming and Zhao Zhenyu took their people to the cafeteria to eat. They had been busy for most of the morning and were very hungry. They had to eat quickly so that they could continue working.

"Dad, Dad..." Dabao looked down and saw that his daughter had woken up. He hurried to take care of her...

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At the same time, at No. 37 Maoer Hutong, a group of elegantly dressed people were holding a family gathering.

There are 3,600 famous alleys in Beijing, but countless unnamed alleys.

Maoer Hutong is known as one of the ten major hutongs in Beijing. It is home to many high-ranking officials and dignitaries. In the Qing Dynasty, even if you had money, you might not be able to live here.

No. 9 and No. 11 in Maoer Hutong are Keyuan, one of the most representative private gardens in Beijing.

Numbers 35 and 37 are the former residences of Wanrong, the last Chinese empress. Besides Wanrong, many other famous people have lived in this alley, including Hong Chengchou, a general in the Ming Dynasty, and Feng Guozhang, a warlord in the Northern War.

Courtyard No. 45 was once the governor's office in the Qing Dynasty.

The residence of the last empress is now the villa of Loubancheng.

Maoer Hutong is 700 meters long. The whole hutong is basically in the old Beijing style with gray brick walls and big red gates. The towering ancient trees block most of the sunlight in the hutong.

This is a quadrangle with four entrances, and there are gardens in the front and back yards. From a distance, it looks like a large courtyard.

The north room was spacious and bright, with furniture made of rosewood. In the middle of the room stood a table where four middle-aged men were playing mahjong, while two men stood by, watching the fun.

The person sitting in the east wind position is the owner of this house, Lou Weixin, who is known as Lou half of the city. The person sitting in the north wind position is Xu Yanwu, the general manager of Jinghua Electric Light Company. He owns all the electric lights in the capital, including the light bulb factory.

The west wind is Li Weinian, the owner of the textile factory, and the south wind is Fu Qinghua, the former transportation tycoon.

The two people standing behind, the one with a mustache is the grain merchant Gao Zhonghe, and the one wearing overalls is his partner Gou Shiquan,

These six people are the top capitalists in various industries in Beijing. In the early years, they were the ones who could shake the capital with just a stomp of their feet.

Xu Yanwu stood up and said with a smile: "What a bad hand! It's almost thirteen and it doesn't fit at all." Then he played an eighty thousand.

Li Weinian drew a seven and played it out: "This is really unlucky, and the cards are not lucky either. Brother Weixin, the day before yesterday, the secretary of my factory came to talk to me. His words implied that he wanted me to donate the remaining half of the shares of the textile factory, and it should be donated for free.

So the factory I worked so hard to open was first transformed into a public-private partnership, which took away half of my money, and now they want to take away the whole thing. Damn, what kind of world is this?"

Lou Bancheng yelled "peng" and played a 50,000 card. Then he slowly said, "He also talked to me. Last time, the brother of the factory security chief and his cousin colluded to steal steel and sell it outside. I just asked a question casually, and the old man responded with a rude and shameless response.

What does it mean to say that people should recognize the situation, not be enemies of the country, and fully support national development? Isn't this just a hint at me?

Bang, 80,000...

I donated the department store, and only half of the steel mill remains. It seems I won’t be able to keep even that half.”

Lou Bancheng sighed deeply.

Fu Qinghua reached out to touch the cards. He smiled and said, "What am I going to do from now on? I've given away decades of hard work, and now I'm being labeled a capitalist. I don't think anything will happen even if I give it all away."

Li Weinian played cards casually, and several people's minds were not focused on mahjong at all.

"At the last meeting, someone brought up the class classification theory from 50. Capitalists are ranked first. I heard that if we don't know what's good for us, we'll drag them out for criticism."

"Alas, if that were the case, how could I still have the dignity to live?"

Fu Qinghua pushed the cards away and said irritably that he didn't want to play anymore.

Lou Bancheng reached out to stop him, turned his head to look outside, then turned back and whispered, "Go on, go on."

Several of them are top students, and they know what is going on at a glance.

Li Weixin lowered his voice and said: "What? Do you have informants?"

Lou Bancheng glanced at him and said, "Do you think you don't have that?"

Li Weixin's face suddenly turned ugly...