Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

On the north side of West Chang'an Avenue in Xicheng District, Beijing, next to the Forbidden City and Jingshan, is the location of the famous Xiyuan.

This place is composed of three seas: Zhonghai, Nanhai and Beihai. In the Jin Dynasty, it was called Daning Palace, and later it was changed to the Upper House.

This area of ​​buildings has both solemn palaces and garden buildings. It is a famous royal palace in the Ming and Qing dynasties.

Before liberation, this place was used as the presidential palace of the Beiyang government and the residence of Marshal Zhang, and later as the location of the Beijing headquarters.

After the founding of the new country, it became the residence and office of the national leaders. The common people in Beijing jokingly called it the Red Wall.

In front of the two wide gates of the West Garden, fully armed soldiers are patrolling vigilantly. The security here is always at the highest level.

Now the great man and all the bosses are in Lushan for a meeting. The only one left behind is Mr. Zhou from the State Council. In front of the gate of Xiyuan is the wide West Chang'an Avenue. Not many people dare to pass by here.

The solemn atmosphere here makes passers-by feel breathless. This is the majesty of the country's highest ruling body.

Around nine o'clock in the morning, an old lady with a dull expression, holding the hand of a little boy of five or six, came slowly towards us.

The soldiers on patrol watched them warily, not relaxing their vigilance at all just because they were old and young.

The old lady looked at the gate of Xiyuan, she pulled the little boy, slowly knelt down, and began to cry silently.

The soldiers didn't know what was going on. The platoon leader on duty gave some instructions to the guard. He quickly ran over, holding the gun handle in one hand and helping the old lady with the other.

"Auntie, what are you doing?"

The old lady said woodenly,

"I want to file a complaint. I want to file a complaint with the emperor. I want to see the chief. I want to sue Qin Dabao, the director of the Gulou Street Police Station, for abusing his power to bully people and oppressing the people, and for taking away my son and granddaughter..."

The old lady burst into tears...

The platoon leader did not dare to neglect it and hurried back to make a phone call. Twenty minutes later, a black car drove out of the gate and stopped by the roadside.

A middle-aged man wearing glasses got off the car. He came to the old lady and the child and asked softly,

"Old lady, are you going to file a complaint? What's your last name and name? Who do you want to sue?"

The old lady knew at a glance that this middle-aged man was a high-ranking official, and she said hurriedly,

"Chief, my name is Gu Liushi, and this is my grandson Gu Liang. We want to sue the director of the Gulou Street Police Station, Qin Dabao, for abusing his power, oppressing the people, and forcing people to death..."

The middle-aged man frowned. Qin Dabao, why does he look so familiar? He suddenly remembered and a smile immediately appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"How about this, old lady, please get in the car with me. I'll take you to the Ministry of Public Security and ask them to send someone to investigate this Qin Dabao. Is that okay with you?"

The old lady nodded hurriedly and said repeatedly,

"Thank you, Chief, thank you, Chief..."

. . . . .

Dabao had no idea what was happening at the Xiyuan Gate. He was listening to Xie Ming's report. Xie Ming said while washing his hands,

"Luo Hong is probably in serious condition. His injuries are too severe. The knife has penetrated his lung. The doctor said that if he can survive these 24 hours, he will be fine.

But even if I recover, I probably won’t be able to do heavy work in the future…”

Xie Ming imitated breathing,

"My lungs are struggling to breathe. This Guyu is really ruthless!"

Dabao said quietly,

"She was indeed ruthless, but she was going for my wife with that knife. If it wasn't for his mother blocking the knife for Mingyue, then my wife would be lying in the emergency room now..."

Xie Ming paused for a moment. It was the first time he heard Dabao's tone full of murderous intent. He wiped his hands with a towel, turned around and sighed.

"Chief, last night, I sent Gu Yu and Gu Chunfeng to the Municipal Public Security Bureau. This case involves you and Zuo Huji, so our police station needs to avoid suspicion."

Dabao nodded.

"I know, I believe the Public Security Bureau wouldn't dare to show mercy to Guyu..."

Xie Ming said,

"That's absolutely impossible. After all, Luo Hong is still being rescued. Even if she survives, with the mother-daughter factor, Guyu will have to spend at least ten years in prison."

Dabao sneered. It was the second half of 59. The grain harvest was completely hopeless. The great famine had already arrived.

By the 60s, food rations in cities would be reduced to half, and people in rural areas would be able to survive on leaves and wild vegetables. What about the prisoners in prisons? Would they be able to eat enough?

Whether Guyu can come back alive depends on whether God blesses her.

At this time, four people walked into the police station yard. Two of them were police officers, and the other two were wearing white short-sleeved shirts and carrying briefcases.

The two police officers looked at the police station with disdain, and then shouted loudly,

"Is Qin Dabao here?"

Dabao was stunned in the office. He and Xie Ming looked at each other. Dabao opened the door and walked out.

"I am Qin Dabao,"

He stood on the steps, looking down at the four people in the yard. One of them, a man in a white short-sleeved shirt, stepped forward and said seriously,

"Comrade Qin Dabao, we are from the Beijing Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection, and these two are from the Ministry of Public Security's Discipline Inspection and Supervision Department. We need you to come with us to address some issues."

Dabao took the uniform from Xie Ming and buttoned it while saying,

"Please show me your ID and the procedure for summoning me."

The four people were stunned. What procedures?

Dabao buttoned up his shirt slowly.

"Without the necessary paperwork, how can you take me away just like that?"

This was the first time the two comrades from the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection had encountered such a person. Usually, as soon as they revealed their family background, the person being investigated would immediately shrink back. But this young man today didn't seem to care at all.

Two police officers stepped forward and showed their IDs to Dabao.

"Comrade Qin Dabao, someone has accused you of abusing your power and oppressing the people. The higher-ups have decided to investigate you at a designated time and location. Please come with us now."

Dabao was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"All right…"

He took off the holster from his waist and handed it to Xie Ming, saying casually,

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

Zuo Mingyue and Daya heard the noise and came out of the household registration office and office. Dabao waved his hand.

"It's okay, you guys go in, I'll be back in a while."

Zuo Mingyue and Daya were worried, but when they saw Dabao, who looked indifferent, they suppressed their worries.

Zuo Mingyue came over quickly, helped Dabao fasten his discipline buckle, and gently hugged Dabao.

"My child and I will wait for you to come back..."

Dabao grinned and said in a low voice,

"Don't worry, they can't do anything to me..."