Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

If it were the past, Dabao would at least give Qi Tianle some face, but today, that's not the case.

If we don't handle today's matter quickly, there will definitely be gossips tomorrow. No matter what era it is, as long as it is about the behavior of men and women, people will tend to spread rumors and blame the woman, even if she is the victim.

If it was the old aunt, Dabao would not be so worried, but the second aunt was a dull person, hiding everything in her heart. People like this tend to get stuck in a rut when encountering things. If gossip got out, the second aunt might not be able to get over it and would commit suicide. So he absolutely could not give Qi Tianle this face.

Dabao threw Pei Yan in front of the jeep's wheel and said to Qi Tianle,

"Lao Qi, I know that you have good treatment at the grain station and not much to do on a daily basis, so there are always some messy things. I don't bother to deal with these messy things, but when it comes to my family, I definitely can't do it.

You can tell Chief Pei about what happened today and ask him to go to the Municipal Bureau to find connections. I might as well tell you that no one dares to stop me, Qin Dabao, from getting rid of someone I want to deal with! "

Qi Tianle nodded repeatedly. He knew that allowing him to report the news in time was already a favor Dabao gave him. Dabao had taken all the pressure. He only needed to inform Pei Yuanjin once.

Pei Yan leaned against the tire, breathing heavily. A lock of his hair was pulled out, causing him to shake his head in pain. His tongue was also broken, and his chin and face were swollen.

He looked at Dabao and said with a grin,

"Little policeman, you don't have to scare me. I wasn't raised to be scared. I know my father can't control you, but my uncle will definitely save me. When the time comes, I'll make you kneel down and kowtow to me to apologize, and then I'll strip you of your official uniform! Just wait for me!"

Dabao straightened his clothes, without even looking at him, and said lightly,

"Mr. Pei, just open your dog eyes and see if I will kowtow to you and apologize? Can I take off this dress?"

At this time, Ergou ran in.

"Brother Dabao,"

Dabao nodded and pointed at the two old employees.

"Record a statement for them. I'll wait for you in the car."

Ergou agreed and took the three people to a room to record their statements. In that era, the statements of the three people were very simple. They were just two or three sheets of paper with signatures and fingerprints on them.

Dabao took out handcuffs, handcuffed Pei Yan to the back seat of the car, and hung his hands on the door handle.

Pei Yan felt that no part of his body was free from pain, no matter where he was, whether it was his head or his body. He was a troublemaker in the alley, usually getting into fights, picking on women, and doing everything. Anyway, if anything went wrong, his grandfather and his father would cover for him, so he developed this kind of behavior.

But there is a saying that even ghosts are afraid of evil people. To him, Dabao is the evil person.

Ergou handed the confession to Dabao, who took it and told Ergou that he would send someone to pick up Li Qi and Widow Du tomorrow, and also take Yuxiu and her three sisters, Xiaonian and Liu Guifang to the city.

Ergou agreed, and Dabao turned around and gave his uncle some more instructions, asking him to go home and wait for two days, and then he would arrange a job for him.

The second uncle knew that his eldest nephew was only thinking about himself.

"Don't worry, Dabao. Your second aunt and your old aunt have to take a leave today. We will go back to Qinjiagou and we will take care of your father's affairs before we come back."

Dabao nodded, that was fine. Dabao got in the car, and Erbao sat in the passenger seat. The two brothers returned to the city.

He had just arrived at the Gulou Street Police Station and parked his car in the yard when Xie Ming ran out.

"Director, you called me three times..."

Dabao was stunned for a moment, then realized that this person was really quick in asking for mercy. He asked casually,

"Who's calling?"

Xie Ming grinned: "It's Political Commissar Zhang."

"Zhang Bingqian?"

Dabao snorted, what a narrow road for enemies. He pointed at Pei Yan in the back seat, took out the confession from his pocket, handed it to Xie Ming, whispered the whole story, and then said,

"Examine it thoroughly and dig out everything he did in the past and present. I must make sure everything is proven true."

Xie Ming smiled slightly: "Don't worry, Director, I promise that no one will find any fault with me."

Dabao nodded, then took Erbao's hand and walked into the office. The microphone was on the table. Dabao did not answer it immediately, but filled a basin of water with Erbao to wash his face and hands. After wiping them clean, he answered the phone.

Zhang Bingqian on the other end of the phone was almost asleep. He had never experienced this before. He had been on the phone looking for someone for more than 20 minutes. He was so angry that he almost had a heart attack. He took two pills to calm his pounding heart.

Dabao asked lazily: "I am Qin Dabao, who is looking for me?"

Zhang Bingqian's blood pressure rose again when he heard this voice. He gritted his teeth in hatred, but there was nothing he could do. He could only try to slow down his tone.

"Is that Xiao Qin? I'm Zhang Bingqian."

"Oh, Political Commissar Zhang, what evil wind is this? No, what wind brought your call to me? Did you dial the wrong number? Why don't you hang up and check the number before calling again?"

This time, Zhang Bingqian not only had blood pressure problems, but also a heart attack. He had no choice but to take two more pills. He suppressed his anger and said,

"Comrade Qin Dabao, when you speak to your superiors, you must maintain a respectful attitude and not act frivolously."

Dabao laughed silently. How could he not be so angry at you, you bunny grandson? He had been thinking about it in his heart, but he didn't expect to say it out loud. This made Zhang Bingqian so angry that he slammed his desk loudly. He couldn't bear it anymore and shouted,

"Qin Dabao, is this how you respect your leader? You're going too far!"

Dabao suppressed his laughter and said seriously,

"I'm sorry, Political Commissar Zhang, I will never tell the truth again..."

Oh my god, Zhang Bingqian's temples were throbbing, and the veins on his head were almost varicose.

"Qin Dabao, let me ask you, did you go to the commune down there to arrest someone?"

Dabao said slowly,

"Yes, how did you know that? Did you guess? You guessed it right!"

Zhang Bingqian slammed the table so hard that he almost broke his wrist. He shouted, shaking his hands.

"Qin Dabao, do you have any sense of organization? You are now the director of the Gulou Street Police Station, not the Sijiqing Commune Police Station. How can you go there to arrest people? What right do you have to go there to arrest people?"

And you are making a mistake by doing this without any evidence, Qin Dabao!"

Dabao moved the microphone away from himself and listened to the sharp cry inside. After he finished howling, Dabao said slowly,

"Political Commissar Zhang, as a public security officer, you can take action at any time when encountering illegal or criminal situations. Political Commissar, you are also a public security officer now. You should take a good look at the public security code of conduct and understand it well. Don't make such a joke again. It's too embarrassing..."