Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

This made Zhang Bingqian so angry that he wanted to follow the phone line and kill Dabao. He roared,

"Qin Dabao, please release him immediately! Do you hear me?"

Dabao couldn't help laughing,

"Commissar Zhang, this...this really can't be released."

Oh my god, Zhang Bingqian felt that he was about to die of anger in just ten minutes, and then he came back to life several times. He suppressed his anger and asked,

"Why can't we release it? What's the reason?"

Dabao kept blinking his eyes. Actually, he didn't know why. He said to the phone,

"This person has committed hooliganism and has a lot of grievances against him, so we can't let him go."

Zhang Bingqian took two deep breaths before saying,

"Alas, Comrade Qin Dabao, you must emphasize unity and not be too restrained in your work. Pei Yan's godfather and I are old comrades-in-arms. My old comrade-in-arms called me personally, and I must give him this honor no matter what. So I order you to release Pei Yan immediately and apologize to him!"

The more Dabao listened, the colder his expression became. Zhang Bingqian continued,

"Qin Dabao, don't be so self-righteous. If you don't let him go, it will delay your future. Don't make mistakes, little comrade..."

He rambled on and on for a long time, and Dabao couldn't stand it any longer. He asked in a serious tone,

"Commissar Zhang, are you finished?"

Zhang Bingqian was stunned. What kind of tone was that? How could someone dare to speak to him like that?

"That's all, time to let him go, right?"

"Now that you've finished speaking, listen to me..."

Zhang Bingqian was getting impatient.

"What do you have to say? Just follow orders!"

Dabao said coldly,

"Political Commissar Zhang, are you clear about your own identity?"

Zhang Bingqian frowned.

"What do you mean?"

Dabao's voice gradually became louder.

"I want to ask you, are you clear about your identity? Your identity is a public security officer. What is the first thing a public security officer should do? We must be fair and just in our work. This is our duty.

But you talked for a long time, and didn't even mention the most basic justice in law enforcement. Instead, you just talked to me about the future and self-destruction.

You have tarnished your pure white uniform by saying these words to me, because you are using your rights to replace the law. I am sorry, but I cannot accept such an order from you.

Zhang Bingqian sat down on the chair, his hands holding the microphone trembling.

"Qin Dabao, you are so outrageous! When I started the revolution, you didn't even know where you were. Do I need you to teach me a lesson? Just tell me, what do I want you to do in order to release them?" What he meant was that you can just tell me the conditions and I will agree to them all.

Dabao smiled slightly.

"Commissar Zhang, if you're here to inquire about the situation, I'll report everything to you. But if you're coming to me to ask for a favor, I'm sorry, forget it!"

Zhang Bingqian was stunned. He didn't expect that Dabao would actually give it back to him. Dabao said over there,

"If you don't have anything else to say, I'll hang up. I'm very busy and don't have time to chat with a leader like you!"

The phone had been hung up for a long time, but Zhang Bingqian was still holding the receiver in a daze. His face gradually became gloomy. Just as he hung up the phone, it rang again.

He picked up the phone and said, "Hello, this is Zhang Bingqian."

A hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone: "Bingqian, how is it? Has my godson been released?"

Zhang Bingqian gritted his teeth and said, "Huaiwen, I just called and they haven't arrived at the police station from the commune yet. Don't worry, I'll send someone to pick up your grandson right now..."

"Okay, thank you, Bingqian. When you're free, come to my place and I'll make you something delicious. I have a new Shandong cuisine chef who makes very authentic nine-turn large intestine."

"Okay, okay,"

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Bingqian's face became more and more ugly. He picked up the phone and dialed.

"Hey Chen Yuan, come to my office."

Less than five minutes later, Chen Yuan, the director of the Public Security Department, pushed the door open and came in.

"Political Commissar, you're looking for me?" Zhang Bingqian sat behind his desk, stroking his few remaining hairs.

"There's something I need you to do."

"Commissar, please tell me and I'll do it right away."

"Go to the Gulou Street Police Station and bring Pei Yan back to me no matter what you do, even if it means kidnapping him."

Chen Yuan was stunned.

"Political Commissar, who is this person?"

"No more questions!" Zhang Bingqian's tone became stern: "This is an order. You must take your men and go to Qin Dabao immediately and bring him back to me. Do I need to repeat it again?"

Chen Yuan quickly said, "Oh, no, no, no, I'll leave right away!"

Zhang Bingqian's face was like ice, without a trace of smile, and his eyes were full of resentment and anger. Seeing this, Chen Yuan didn't dare to say anything more. He quickly came out of the political commissar's office and walked down the stairs.

He was an old subordinate of Zhang Bingqian, and it was Zhang Bingqian who transferred him to the capital, so he belonged to Zhang Bingqian's faction and naturally obeyed Zhang Bingqian's orders.

Chen Yuan went downstairs and returned to the Public Security Bureau. He brought a dozen police officers from the Public Security Bureau, sat in a jeep and a truck, and headed directly to the Gulou Street Police Station.

At this time, Dabao was not in the police station. He went home. He wanted to send Erbao home and visit his mother.

Zuo Mingyue and Lu Xiu'e were both out of work. Lu Xiu'e was in much better spirits. After Dabao got home, he told her about the Qinjiagou incident.

But he did not mention Qin Qingrong's interference. When Lu Xiu'e heard that Qin Qingyou's spirit tablet was placed on the altar in the ancestral hall,

She was also very happy. When Dabao saw his mother's smiling face, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed that he still had the thinking of later generations, thinking that placing his father's spirit tablet on the altar was actually meaningless and it didn't matter.

But he forgot that in this era, especially the elderly, pay more attention to this kind of inheritance.

Dabao was playing with Nuannuan and Niuniu, while talking to Zuo Mingyue about transferring Ergou and Yuxiu to the city.

Zuo Mingyue was very happy when she heard that Ergou and Yuxiu were going to work in the city. They talked while teasing their daughter.

Suddenly, Daya ran in. Hearing the hurried footsteps, Dabao was startled. He turned around and saw that it was Daya and asked,

"What's going on?"

Daya said hurriedly: "Master, hurry up, there is a fight in our station."

"What?" Dabao stood up suddenly: "What happened? Who is fighting with whom?"

Daya said: "It's Xue Kui and Sister Lihua."

"What are they fighting about?" Dabao was confused. What the hell was this?

Daya stamped her feet anxiously: "Oh, it's not that they were fighting, it's that they beat someone up..."

"Did they beat someone up?" Dabao sat down again. If they beat someone up, forget it. Don't worry.

He was not anxious, but Daya was so anxious that she kept stamping her feet.

"Oh, please hurry up, both sides have taken out their guns..."

Dabao's brows furrowed. "A gun was fired? What on earth is going on? Who has the guts to fire a gun in a police station?"