Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

At this time, the door of the operating room opened, and two nurses pushed Qin Qingfu out. Dabao and others gathered around him. He looked at Qin Qingfu's face, blocked the nurses' sight with his body, put his fingers on Qin Qingfu's mouth, and a stream of spiritual water entered Qin Qingfu's mouth. He then stood up and took a step back.

Li Shufen rushed over, her voice completely hoarse from crying, she could only shout silently,

"Boss, wake up, boss, wake up..."

Dabao gritted his teeth and looked at his unconscious uncle. His face was gloomy at the moment, as if a storm was about to come. He turned to Qin Qinggui and said,

"Uncle, I'll go to the cashier to pay the money later. If Second Uncle wakes up, tell him that I avenged him!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and took Xue Kui and Jin Hai downstairs. He went to the cashier's office, paid a deposit of 200 yuan, and then got on the jeep without looking back.

He sat in the car and slapped the steering wheel hard. Jin Hai asked,

"Director, what should we do now?"

Dabao shook his head,

"You can't get involved in this. Go back to the police station and help me with something. Xue Kui and I will go to the Municipal Bureau."

Xue Kui shouted: "Master, why go to the Municipal Bureau? Can't we just go and arrest those bastards?"

Dabao sneered: "We have to settle the accounts one by one. Let's go to the Municipal Bureau to settle the accounts first. After that, we can catch those scumbags!"

"Okay..." Dabao said to Jin Hai, "I need your help with something else. When you return to the police station, tell Sun Qian to borrow a truck from the supply and marketing cooperative. Then you guys go to the Sijiqing Commune Police Station and bring Ergou and the others back to me."

Jin Hai nodded. He knew that the director was doing this to protect him. If anything really happened, Director Xue Kui and the others could handle it with their backgrounds, but he couldn't. He was just a defector, and now no matter who dealt with him, it would be like playing.

He had no choice but to get off the jeep and return to the Gulou Street Police Station alone.

As soon as Jin Hai left, Xue Kui flipped from the back seat to the passenger seat. He took off his hat, threw it to the back, unbuttoned the discipline buttons of his uniform, and rolled up his sleeves. This was the rhythm of a fight.

"Let's go, Master. When we get to the city police station, we'll beat up whoever you say!"

Dabao nodded, his eyes filled with anger, and the jeep drove out fiercely...

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In the conference room of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, all the middle-level and above cadres of the Municipal Bureau and its branches were meeting here. On the rostrum, Lu Jianbang sat in the middle, with Zhang Bingqian on his left. Originally, Wang Guohua should have sat on his right, but Wang Guohua had been injured at the steel mill and had not recovered yet. Next up were several section chiefs.

Today's meeting was about strengthening political education and ideological management within the public security system. It was chaired by Wang Huaiyuan, Director of the Secretariat. Meetings like this are actually the most boring. They just read newspapers, and then everyone writes their thoughts. It's just a formality.

Wang Huaiyuan finished reading the newspaper and looked back. Meetings like this usually require the political commissar to speak.

He looked at Lu Jianbang, who nodded expressionlessly. Wang Huaiyuan turned his head and said to the microphone,

"Now, Political Commissar Zhang will give us a speech. Welcome everyone."

There was a sparse applause from the audience, and Zhang Caiqian's face suddenly turned ugly. He took his notebook, walked to the microphone, and sat down.

He cleared his throat and coughed twice, meaning to wake up those who are sleeping, put down your cigarettes, and stop drinking water.

After this kind of leadership style was used, everyone really sobered up a lot. Almost everyone straightened up and looked at the rostrum.

Zhang Bingqian nodded with satisfaction: "Today we want to emphasize the ideological management of public security personnel. Comrades, our thoughts must not slip. We must resolutely fight against bad behavior.

Just yesterday, a police station chief in the city, I won't mention which one, actually went to a local commune to arrest people. He was completely unorganized and undisciplined. What kind of person is this? Isn't this a problem of ideology?

Do you think that you can show off your power and bully others just because you put on this uniform? This is wrong, comrades. We must strictly abide by discipline and restrain our behavior. Don't do whatever you want. This will lead to mistakes, big mistakes.

Fortunately, I got the news and corrected the mistake in time, but I still want to criticize this comrade here. Don't think that you can do whatever you want just because you have a backer or background and others dare not offend you.

Such a person will definitely be placed on the pillar of shame in history. Of course, our principle is to punish past mistakes to prevent future ones and cure the disease to save the patient. We cannot condemn him with one blow. I hope this comrade will be modest and prudent in the future and not do such outrageous things again.

We leaders are here to serve the people, not to clean up after people like you. Comrades, you must abide by the rules, do what you should do, and don't do what you shouldn't do. We must be worthy of the uniforms we wear and the national emblem above our heads!

Suddenly, a clear voice rang out: "Commissar Zhang, what do you think should be done and what should not be done?"

Zhang Bingqian was very nearsighted and could not see things far away clearly. He squinted his eyes to find out who was talking.

He vaguely saw two people, one tall and one short, standing at the door of the conference room, but he couldn't see clearly who they were.

"Who is speaking? He has no respect for the leader at all. Doesn't he know that you are not allowed to interrupt when the leader is speaking? Everyone turned around to look, and Zhang Bingqian even squinted his eyes to see who it was.

I saw two people, one tall and one short, slowly walking towards the rostrum. The comrades below were talking about it.

The two people came closer and closer, and their outlines became clearer and clearer in Zhang Bingqian's eyes. He finally saw clearly that it was Qin Dabao and his little apprentice.

Zhang Bingqian slammed the conference table, pointed at Dabao and shouted,

"Qin Dabao, you're becoming more and more unruly. We're having a meeting here... why are you making such a fuss?"

Dabao sneered: "Zhang Zhengwei, what am I doing? I just have some doubts about what you just said, so I want to ask you, how can you be so narrow-minded as a leader?"

"You..." Zhang Bingqian's heart started pounding when he heard Dabao's words. His blood pressure soared and he took two deep breaths. He turned his head and looked at Lu Jianbang. Lu Jianbang was looking at his nephew with a smile, without saying a word.

Zhang Jie Bingqian gritted his teeth, turned to Dabao in the audience and said, "Qin Dabao, what on earth do you want to do?"

Dabao looked at him coldly and said, "Commissar Zhang, I just want to ask, you said to do what you should do and not do what you shouldn't do. I want to ask you, whether this should be done or not, have you done it?"