Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

The first time I met her was at the Dongcheng District Government, then at Jingcheng University, she was also there with Professor Xu. When we were arresting Yang Xiwen, Mei Ruhua came to warn me that Yang Xiwen wanted to die with us.

At that time, I was thinking, if someone really leaked the information, the first person I would suspect would be Mei Ruhua.

Because she lied to me, she told me that she overheard Yang Xiwen and Li Guoquan talking about using a bomb to kill us together.

But the fact is that when Li Guoquan detonated the bomb and went to investigate, Yang Xiwen did not change at all. He was still teaching seriously and relaxed, without any tension of dying together.

On the contrary, Li Guoquan's behavior was normal. From that time on, I began to doubt her.

This time when I went to the Beijing Prison, I was prepared for failure, because if Deputy Director Mei accidentally leaked the information, Mei Ruhua would get it.

"I just don't understand one thing: why did Mei Ruhua come to warn me? What was her reason? If she hadn't come to warn me...I'm afraid I would have gone with the Party leader to capture Yang Xiwen and Li Guoquan. Now the Party leader has sacrificed himself, while I am unharmed. This is what I don't understand the most."

Wang Guohua shook his head: "Dabao, you must be cautious. This involves Deputy Director Mei's family. If there is any mistake, then we will be passive!"

Dabao nodded: "I understand this, that's why I'm talking to you alone. I originally thought that if my uncle was here, we could analyze it together, but he wasn't here, so I told you."

Wang Guohua nodded and said, "Old Lu went to the department. He's probably going to get scolded again."

Dabao has no way to help Hongxing Steel Plant now.

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In the special vehicle workshop, special steel has been developed and is now being perfected. Technical workers above level six, including Qin Qingyou, are busy working on it.

The red molten steel rolled in the steel tank. Engineers and workers were watching the changes of the molten steel intently. The molten steel slowly flowed into the mold.

Qin Qingyou held a hook and stood guard at the edge of the steel trough. His eyes were red, and it was obvious that he hadn't rested for a long time. With a crisp sound, he pulled out the formed steel.

Chief Engineer Zhang Hanwen leaned over and carefully looked at the pattern on the steel. The pattern was a snowflake pattern.

He stood up excitedly, clapped his hands vigorously, and shouted,

"We succeeded, we succeeded!"

The other two engineers came over quickly to check the steel data. After a while, they looked up and shouted excitedly,

"Completely qualified. Our special steel fully meets aviation requirements..."

Not only the workers, but even the soldiers on guard were very excited. Zhang Hanwen ran to the office, picked up the phone,

"Hey, Director Yang, I'm Zhang Hanwen, and I have good news for you. We've successfully developed a special steel that fully meets the requirements of aviation materials!"

Director Yang on the other end of the phone was so happy that he couldn't stop grinning. He slammed his desk hard. After working day and night for three whole months, he finally made a breakthrough.

With this flagship product, the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill will be ranked among the top three in the Ministry of Industry.

"Chief Engineer Zhang, what should we do now?"

Zhang Hanwen said, "Director Yang, I'm still testing the data. Once the steel is ready, I'll have a Level 7 technician make a few qualified parts, and then you can send them to the Ministry of Industry."

Director Yang said yes repeatedly: "I will report the good news to the department immediately. Chief Engineer Zhang, please tell the workers and masters, please hold on a little longer and wait for the instructions from the department. I will give them a few days off to rest well."

Zhang Hanwen hung up the phone, opened the door and looked around, then locked it. He took out a canvas bag from behind the bookcase and opened it, revealing a small military radio.

He picked up the headphones, quickly tapped the buttons with his right hand, and a group of radio waves flew out...

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In the evening, in the abandoned warehouse of the meat processing plant, more than thirty enemy spies in black clothes sat quietly on the ground.

As the small iron door opened, an old man in patched clothes walked in. He coughed twice and closed the small iron door again.

He walked up to these enemy spies and said in a deep voice,

"The superiors have ordered us to select ten warriors to take action against the five capitalists named on the list. The rest of us will wait for orders."

Ten enemy spies were selected and stood in a row. The old man took out five lists.

The first page on the list was for Lou Bancheng, with his detailed information and home address, and four other big capitalists registered in Beijing.

The old man ordered two people to form a team, each team responsible for a capitalist, the old man said,

"This time the action is indiscriminate. Regardless of whether you can kill the capitalists themselves or not, you must create momentum, make the police busy and distract their attention, and then your mission will be accomplished.

The weapons and bombs you'll need will be given to you before you set out. Remember, if you don't succeed, you'll die. After completing your mission, retreat to the assembly point on your own. Someone will pick you up and escort you away. In short, don't fall into the hands of the police."

The enemy agents all agreed,

The old man came out of the small iron gate and locked it from the outside. He staggered to the guard room, sat down, picked up the enamel teacup, and took a sip of the strong tea.

It turned out that he was the guard of the meat processing plant. This was really hard to guard against. The enemy's infiltration ability was too strong.

Night fell, and the cadres and workers of the meat processing plant had already left work. There were no pigs to slaughter, so no one worked overtime.

In such a huge factory, there were only two people from the security department on duty, and the only one left was the old man guarding the door.

At this time, a large truck drove up and stopped at the gate. The headlights flickered on and off three times.

The old man at the gate opened the gate and let the car in. Two people jumped out of the car's cab. They looked around.

The old man at the gate snorted: "Don't worry, I just made some wine and meat for the two guards on duty in the security department. I mixed something in it, and now they are sleeping like dead dogs..."

The two men took off their hats and were both middle-aged men in their forties. Judging from their clothes, they were government officials.

One of the middle-aged men laughed softly and said,

"Old Crow, now that we have completed our mission, can we withdraw?"

The old security guard rolled his eyes.

"Retreat? Where can you go? Your wife and children are here. What will happen to them if you leave?"

The middle-aged man sighed.

"Damn it! After more than ten years of hiding, I thought the organization had forgotten us all. I also got used to this kind of life, going to work every day, coming home from get off work, and always having a bowl of hot rice to eat. Who knew that in the end, I still had to complete one or another head-breaking mission!"

The old security guard glanced at him.

"Do you think that just because you use the name Li Yuanfang, you can really become Li Yuanfang? Don't dream, the truth will come out sooner or later.

No matter when you are, you are still that old turtledove."