Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Zhou Yiming came out of Zhang Bingqian's office and walked towards his own office in a daze. He did not have an independent office, but shared the same office with three other secretaries.

Zhou Yiming pushed open the office door and walked straight to his cabinet. He was in a trance at the moment and did not notice if there were other people in the room.

There was already someone sitting on his chair, looking at him.

Zhou Yiming first opened the cabinet, took out a pistol, and took out a few sheets of manuscript paper. He sighed and was about to turn around and go back to his seat to write his suicide note.

Then a voice sounded,

"What? Do you want to commit suicide? Do you have the courage? If not, I'll help you."

Zhou Yiming was so frightened that his whole body was shaking. He turned around suddenly and pointed the gun in his hand at the source of the sound.

There was a handsome young man without a hat sitting on his chair, looking at him with a smile.

Zhou Yiming screamed in fright.

"Qin Dabao, why are you here?"

Dabao picked up the hat on the table and slowly dusted it off.

"I'm here to save your life,"

Zhou Yiming was stunned for a moment, then blurted out,

"What do you mean?"

Dabao looked up at him.

"You've been blamed, right? You've been made a scapegoat. To reassure your leader, what else can you do besides committing suicide?"

Zhou Yiming put down his gun dejectedly and sighed.

"So what? I have no power, no influence, no backing. Isn't it normal for me to end up like this?"

Dabao grinned contemptuously.

"Look at your behavior, you don't have any manliness at all. Chen Sheng and Wu Guang, who couldn't even read a few words, could still say the famous line "Kings, princes, generals and ministers, are they of the same kind?"

As someone who has received a high level of education, don't you even understand the most basic principles?"

Zhou Yiming threw the manuscript paper in his hand to the ground fiercely, pointing at Dabao and cursing,

"Qin Dabao, I don't understand basic principles? You say I don't understand principles? How can I not understand? But what can I do? Even if I tell the truth, what will happen?

They still get to sit on high official seats and ride fine horses, but it's a little secretary like me who has to suffer for them!"

Zhou Yiming shouted the last words, and Dabao nodded.

"You have a point, but what is the meaning of your life? Are you living just to be a scapegoat? You are right, even if you tell the truth, what will happen? What can you do to him?

If you offend Zhang Bingqian, you and your family will have to live in fear and be on guard against Zhang Bingqian's revenge every day.

So in order to protect your family, you have no choice but to commit suicide, but are you willing to do that?

Zhang Bingqian must have told you to stop talking nonsense and let you take care of the matter, and he would take care of your wife and daughter? Is that right?

Zhou Yiming took two steps back and leaned against the cabinet. He felt his heart beating violently, almost jumping out of his chest.

"You are really something, Zhou Yiming. You think that if you die, your family will be able to live a good life. Are you kidding me?"

If you die, there will just be another man who will sleep with your wife, beat your daughter, live in your house, and enjoy everything you left behind, but what about you?

No one cleans the grass on your grave, and no one burns paper for you on Qingming Festival and the 15th of July. After a few years, your grave will no longer exist. Do you think it's worth it?

Zhou Yiming's tears finally flowed down, and he shook his head desperately.

"Wuwuwu... Please don't say anymore, don't say anymore, I beg you..."

Dabao stood up, put on his hat, walked to Zhou Yiming, patted his shoulder, took the pistol from his hand,

Zhou Yiming raised his head suddenly and muttered,

"I don't want to die, I really don't want to die, wuwuwuwu... What do you think I should do?"

Dabao leaned close to his ear and said,

"As long as you believe in me, not only will you not die, you can continue to be a public security officer."

Zhou Yiming cried out in surprise.

'Really?"

Dabao pushed back half a step,

"What I, Qin Dabao, say is always my honesty. I won't say anything without basis. As long as you believe in me, I will help you get out of this predicament."

Zhou Yiming's eyes were full of struggle, Dabao continued,

"As the saying goes, a wise bird chooses the right tree to roost in. Why are you still so devoted to a guy who makes you a scapegoat?

If you are useful to him, he will praise you and remind you, if you are useless to him, you are just a pile of mud.

I am not saying this to belittle you. I am saying this so that you can hold your head high and live your life with dignity. You are not just sitting in this empty office, writing two suicide notes, and then committing suicide by shooting yourself. You have taken all the blame.

Yes, you are worthy of your leader. The only person you feel sorry for, besides your wife and daughter, is yourself.

Think about it carefully, but don't think too long, because you don't have much time left.

Zhou Yiming gritted his teeth, his eyes gleaming with hatred, and he cursed.

"Fuck! Since you won't let me live, then don't even think about me, Qin Dabao, I promise you,"

"Okay," Dabao nodded. "Let's go. There are eight hundred and sixty eyes watching us here. There are no secrets at all. Come with me back to the police station."

Zhou Yiming and Dabao were gone. After much hesitation, he decided that saving his life was the most important thing. After all, if he lost his life, he would lose everything.

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Zhang Bingqian knows nothing about all this. He is now in the Municipal Public Security Bureau and is like a deaf and blind man!

Originally, Zhou Yiming was keeping an eye on the Municipal Public Security Bureau for him, covering all matters, big and small. Now that Zhou Yiming has been pushed out, Zhang Bingqian has become a decoration in the Public Security Bureau, but he refuses to acknowledge this decoration.

Zhang Bingqian came from the Central Security Department. He used to bully people but not do anything. He is still the same now.

Zhang Bingqian stood at the window, looking outside. It was a hot day, without a single breath of wind. He began to feel irritated.

At this time, the phone on the table rang. Zhang Bingjian turned around and came to the desk and picked up the receiver. Just as he was about to put it to his ear, he heard a sharp roar from the receiver.

"Zhang Bingqian, you really hired someone to kill my grandson, you sinister villain. If it weren't for me, you would have been shot long ago. Is this how you repay me?"

Zhang Bingqian's heart sank. He recognized Duan Huaiwen's voice and said quickly,

"Huaiwen, listen to me, I didn't do this. It was Lu Jianbang who bribed my secretary."

Frame me, we are old comrades, don't you know me well?"

Duan Huaiwen sneered,

"Zhang Bingqian, Zhang Bingqian, do you think I don't know who you are? If you hadn't stepped on Li Yuxiang's corpse to climb up, would you have been able to reach this point now?

You blamed all your actions on Li Yuxiang. After the incident, you killed Li Yuxiang and said that she committed suicide out of fear of punishment.

Zhang Bingqian, you can even betray your own partner, let alone my grandson..."

Zhang Bingqian's face turned pale and he almost fainted from anger.

"Duan Huaiwen, are you fucking crazy? Do you bite whoever you catch? I tell you, your grandson's affairs have nothing to do with me. Believe it if you want to, or forget it if you don't. I'm too lazy to explain to you..."

He hung up the phone forcefully.

At this moment, he felt dizzy. He held on to the desk, trying to prevent himself from falling, but his brain could not control his hands, and he fell heavily on his back...