Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

The woman turned around and shouted, "Didn't I tell you over and over again not to talk to strange men? When will you take my words to heart?"

The girl said timidly, "Yes, it's the Public Security Comrade."

The woman sneered and said disdainfully, "So what if they're the police? Aren't there any bad guys in the police force?"

Dabao was so angry that he almost exploded. Is this old woman seriously ill? He just said one sentence, and she was labeled as a bad guy.

While he was lost in thought, the woman had already dragged the girl out of the door quickly. The girl even turned back to glance at him secretly. Dabao gritted his teeth and could only curse helplessly, "Only old women and villains are hard to raise."

At this time, Lu Jianbang and Wang Guohua came in with people from the Criminal Investigation Department. They had completed the survey of the explosion site.

Lu Jianbang walked to Dabao and whispered, "We checked the vehicle Fu Qinghua was riding in and found some explosion remnants. We initially determined that the enemy used a time bomb."

Dabao was stunned when he heard this. If it was a time bomb, then the installation time would be difficult to predict. It could be installed at Fu Qinghua's home, on the way to the district government, or even when parking.

Lu Jianbang continued, "Regarding explosive detection, our public security department lacks specialized personnel and is unable to determine the specific characteristics of this time bomb. I have already asked the Criminal Investigation Department to collect the residue and prepare to send it to the Second Division for testing. They have military experts in this area."

Dabao knew nothing about bombs, so he didn't offer any suggestions.

Wang Guohua took over the conversation: "Fu Qinghua is currently receiving emergency treatment, and Lou Weixin is also in the hospital. I think we should contact Lou Weixin first. After all, he and his driver were closest to Fu Qinghua's car at the time, and perhaps they can find some clues."

Lu Jianbang nodded in agreement. "Okay, then you and Dabao go to the hospital. I'll go discuss the situation here with the district leaders and see how to suppress the negative impact."

Wang Guohua and Dabao turned and left.

. . . . . .

In the Army General Hospital, Lou Bancheng sat on a bench in the corridor outside the operating room. Although he had experienced many ups and downs in his life, this was the first time he had encountered danger at such a close distance.

The scene of the explosion kept appearing in his mind. After getting in the car, he was in a good mood and even chatted with the driver about family matters. Today's negotiations with the district leaders went quite smoothly. The leaders also promised that he and Fu Qinghua could go to work in the Foreign Trade Bureau.

However, an accident happened suddenly when he was not paying attention. There was a loud bang, and the car in front of him was blown up, turned around in the air and fell heavily to the ground. The windows of his car were also shattered, and the glass fragments pierced the driver's face, and blood was dripping.

Lou Bancheng was so frightened that he couldn't even remember how he got to the hospital.

The door of the operating room was tightly closed, and the corridor was empty. The driver had gone to bandage his wound, leaving him sitting alone on a chair in front of the door.

Suddenly, a burst of crying was heard. He looked up and saw Fu Qinghua's wife and several family members rushing over.

Lou Bancheng stood up. Fu Qinghua's wife grabbed his collar and cried breathlessly: "Old Lou, how could this happen? How is Qinghua?"

Lou Bancheng sighed, "Sister-in-law, Qinghua is being rescued inside. I hope good luck will come to him."

When Fu Qinghua's wife heard this, she cried even harder, and several family members rushed forward to comfort her.

Lou Bancheng was upset by their crying and didn't want to stay there any longer, so he slowly walked towards the stairs.

When he was going down the stairs, he ran into his driver. The driver had his wound bandaged and was looking for him everywhere.

The driver asked with concern, "Boss, are you okay? My ears are still ringing from the explosion just now. It was really scary."

Lou Bancheng shook his head slightly, a trace of fatigue in his eyes, and asked, "Old Liu, what about you? You look like you're seriously injured, right?"

The driver responded with a wry smile, his eyes filled with fear: "The broken glass almost pierced my eye, but luckily I dodged it. I'm really lucky the doctor has already taken care of it."

Lou Bancheng sighed and patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, I won't treat you unfairly. We're lucky today. The bomb wasn't in our car. Otherwise, we'd both be dead."

The driver grinned: "Boss, where are we going next? This place is not safe, we need to leave quickly."

Lou Bancheng waved his hand: "Go home, we'll talk about it when we get home..."

. . . . .

In the courtyard of Maoer Hutong, Lou Bancheng's wife Luo Meiying and daughter Lou Xiao'e were drinking tea and chatting. The sunlight shone through the leaves on them, making them look particularly relaxed.

Lou Bancheng's face was pale, with beads of sweat on his forehead. He walked in.

Lou Bancheng's appearance startled his wife and daughter. They quickly stood up, grabbed Lou Bancheng, and asked him:

"What's wrong? You look so bad, did something happen?"

Lou Bancheng sat down on the chair, picked up his wife's teacup and drank it all in one gulp, as if the tea could dispel the uneasiness in his heart.

Lou Xiao'e quickly refilled the teacup with tea, her eyes full of worry: "Dad, drink slowly, don't choke."

Lou Bancheng drank two cups in a row before he slowly said,

"Fu Qinghua's car was bombed, and the driver died on the spot. He's still receiving treatment at the Army General Hospital, and his life is uncertain. We were at the scene just now, and it almost..."

When Luo Meiying and Lou Xiao'e heard this, they were so scared that they almost collapsed on the ground. Lou Xiao'e was so scared that her voice was shaky, and she kept saying...

"How could this happen? Dad, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Lou Bancheng shook his head, his tone full of fatigue: "I'm fine, but Old Liu suffered a minor injury, which has been taken care of."

Lou Bancheng looked at his daughter and said to his wife, "Meiying, we should find a husband for Xiao'e."

When this matter was mentioned, Luo Meiying's mind was full of the lawsuit. Her brows furrowed: "Yes, Xiao'e is also at the age to get married. We have to find a reliable family."

Lou Bancheng sighed. It was said that the emperor's daughter would never have trouble finding a husband. Yet, even though he was wealthy, he still had to marry into a poor family. What kind of world was this?

"Do you still remember our original chef He Daqing?"

"He Daqing?" Luo Meiying thought for a moment: "Is he the chef who ran away with the widow?"

Lou Bancheng nodded. "That's him. He has a son named He Yuzhu, who's six or seven years older than Xiao'e. He's currently a chef in the steel mill cafeteria. His cooking skills are just as good as his father's, and he's also a pretty honest guy. If Xiao'e marries him, she won't suffer any grievances."

Lou Xiao'e had met Sha Zhu. She couldn't say she liked him, nor did she dislike him. She just thought he was a very talkative person. When she heard her father say that, her face flushed slightly, and she lowered her head and said nothing.

Luo Meiying saw this, although she was unwilling, but seeing that her husband had made up his mind and her daughter had no other opinions, she nodded, with a hint of helplessness in her tone.

"Since you both think it's appropriate, then let's do it. But Xiao'e, are you really willing?"

Lou Xiao'e raised her head, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes: "Dad, Mom, I will listen to your arrangements."

Lou Bancheng nodded: "There's no time to lose. I'll go find He Yuzhu later."