Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Lu Jianbang nodded in agreement: "Okay, I'll have someone sort out the old files, sift through them, and then organize them."

Yu Chengmin stood up and said, "The military intelligence here is in the hands of me and Dang Jianjun. We will communicate promptly."

Lu Jianbang knew that this was the bottom line. The military has always been decisive and efficient in its work, which is very different from the local authorities. Therefore, division of labor and coordination can achieve twice the result with half the effort.

"Also, Director Lu, who on your side of the public security department is responsible for this mission?"

Lu Jianbang and Wang Guohua pointed at Dabao at the same time: "Him!"

"What? Me?" Dabao was about to cry. His shoulders were too small to carry such a big task!

Yu Chengmin nodded: "Okay, then I will contact Xiao Qin directly from now on."

"Wait!" Dabao hurriedly stopped him. If he didn't stop him, the heavy burden would really fall on Dabao.

Dabao's expression was seven parts solemn and three parts aggrieved: "Leaders, you can't put me on the spot. You can let me do some specific work, but let me be responsible?

Whether it's the city bureau or the branch bureau leaders, they will be dissatisfied and offend everyone. Even if I solve the case and make a contribution, will I still be able to gain a foothold in the public security industry? "

Yu Chengmin and Dang Jianjun glanced at each other. Their jobs were special and their powers were immense, so they had almost no human relationships involved.

Because once a case falls into their hands, it has already risen to the national level, and no one dares to make any move.

So they don't understand Dabao's concerns,

Lu Jianbang suddenly came to his senses. After all, he was a soldier, and completing the tasks assigned by his superiors was above everything else. Moreover, given his rank, he was not afraid of offending others.

But Dabao is different. He is just the director of a police station and he is only nineteen years old. If he completes his mission and is awarded a prize, even if those leaders and ordinary police officers don't say it on the surface, they will be jealous of Dabao in the future. How can Dabao work in the public security department without popularity?

Wang Guohua also understood that they only thought about how to complete the task and forgot to think about Dabao.

Lu Jianbang was a little embarrassed. Although he never thought that his nephew was relying on his power, he did have some thoughts in this regard.

But now he realized that even without his protection, Dabao could still get the deputy director level position due to his outstanding contributions.

On the contrary, Lu Jianbang himself, thanks to Dabao's outstanding performance, can hold his head high in the ministry and even in the city government.

Lu Jianbang walked over, patted Dabao on the shoulder and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Dabao, I was just too simple-minded. This burden is really hard for you."

Wang Guohua also said: "I'll take responsibility. I, Old Wang, can handle it."

Yu Chengmin and Dang Jianjun also reacted. Although they still disagreed, they no longer had the same thoughts as before.

Yu Chengmin said: "There is a situation. Two days ago, Lou Weixin invited Xu Yanwu, the general manager of Jinghua Electric Light Company, Li Weinian from the textile factory, and the former transportation tycoon Fu Qinghua, the grain merchant Gao Zhonghe, and Gou Shiquan.

Go to No. 37 Maoer Hutong to play cards and have a meal. This was the information leaked from the Lou family. Later, Gao Gaohe and Gou Shiquan left in a hurry.

Our people followed them to the house of a man named Zhu in Huoshanying and stayed there for more than two hours before coming out.

Later, we found out that this Zhu family originally ran a fur business. The owner, Zhu Wenmao, had no detailed history before 46. However, after the public-private partnership, he readily handed over the business.

This behavior was even commended by the district, and Zhu Wenmao was even appointed an official in the Dongcheng District Government..."

"Grain merchant? Gao Zhonghe? Gou Shiquan?" Dabao pondered for a moment. The names of these two people sounded very familiar to him. He searched his memory for them.

It turned out that these two people were speculators. During the Korean War in 51, they used various means to obtain the status of food suppliers.

Not only did they buy a large amount of old grain from the two lakes area, they also mixed sand into the old grain. After the war, their behavior was exposed.

However, because several high-ranking officials were involved, the incident ended with the killing of two scapegoats and the matter was then dropped.

Gao Gao and Gou Shiquan made a fortune from the national crisis. They were also one of the masterminds behind the largest ghost markets in the capital.

In 60, the Hebei military grain reselling case broke out. Gao Zhonghe and Gou Shiquan were also arrested. Because the case was serious and reported to the internal committee, the seventeen people involved in the case were secretly executed.

The most senior among them was Duan Yannian, the logistics director of a military region in Hebei Province.

Most of the people involved in this case were from the government and the military. To maintain stability, the case was classified as confidential. The confidentiality agreement was not lifted until 81.

Dabao had also read this internal reference, so he had an impression of Gao Gao and Gou Shiquan.

"Why? Have you heard of these two people?"

Dabao hesitated for a moment and nodded: "When we were in Sijiqing Commune, the enemy spy Gui Yongqing once confessed that he had received a large sum of money from Gao Zhonghe in 53.

I later investigated it, but found nothing, so I didn't report it.

The black market in the capital, also known as the ghost market, has eight in the four cities, of which the one at the foot of the imperial city in the west is the largest. Now the whole country is suffering from famine, but the food in this ghost market has never been out of stock.

I asked a friend to secretly investigate and went to the ghost market, and found that the source of this food was most likely Gao Gaohe and Gou Shiquan..."

Of course Dabao couldn't tell the truth. How could he say that he knew this from reading the internal reference in his previous life?

There is a difference between the ghost market and the black market. The black market is tacitly approved by the government to some extent, while the ghost market is completely illegal.

At that time, when the old Beijing people talked about the ghost market, they could not say "go to", nor could they say "go to", let alone "wander around", but they had to say "go to the ghost market", which meant that you had to wade through the river by yourself, whether it was deep or shallow, fast or slow, and cross the river by feeling the stones.

The ghost market outside Chaoyang Gate stretches out along the Chaoyang Gate city wall from north to south. When it is at its busiest, it can stretch for two miles.

There are all kinds of things sold in the ghost market, but they are not categorized.

Whoever comes to set up a stall first gets the first chance to occupy the spot. In the old capital, people call it ghost market because the things here are haunted.

There are many fake, unidentified, and illegal things.

Secondly, the ghost market opens in the early morning before dawn. As soon as the sky brightens, it disperses naturally like fog blown away by the morning breeze. It comes and goes without a trace. It is organized and managed by special people. This ghost market is like wild onions in the wasteland. No one knows how it grew there or how it grew so big.

The trading method in the ghost market is because it is dark, and there are many people standing or squatting in the shadows. Some people also put a lantern in front of their feet, but the wicks are turned very low, which really looks like the "ghost fire" you see when walking past a grave circle at night.

The ghost market was a very formal place. You looked at the goods, but didn't ask about them. You couldn't ask where they came from or where they were obtained. You made sure the goods were exchanged for money, and once the transaction was settled, you could just walk away and deny your debt. Whether you were fooled or not was up to you. Only bargain after you'd made up your mind. Back then, people didn't usually pinch their fingers in their sleeves. At most, they would remove their melon-shaped hats, clasp them over their hands, and talk. They usually huddled together and whispered. From a distance, it looked like two people kissing...