Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

When Cheng Yuntian woke up, he found himself tied up on a wooden stake. There were two men in police uniforms holding paper and pens.

He stained his fingers with red ink and was stamping fingerprints on the paper.

Cheng Yuntian hurriedly shouted: "What are you doing?"

The two policemen ignored him and stamped their fingerprints. Then they laughed and said,

"That's settled now. He'll be counted as one of the victims at the public trial the day after tomorrow. He acted like a hooligan in the street, he deserves to be killed..."

Cheng Yuntian was completely confused and was sent to the detention center. Unexpectedly, he was placed in a solitary cell under surveillance. His nightmare had just begun...

. . . . .

It was already very late at night, but the square where the prisoners were held was brightly lit. Although the square was clearly filled with people, there was no sound at all.

Dabao leaned on the chair, his eyes never leaving Cheng Yuntian's body on the stretcher.

Dabao's face was extremely cold, especially under the glaring incandescent light. His face looked pale, as white as the impermanence that had walked out of hell.

The fingers of his right hand kept shaking a revolver, which kept changing various tricks in his hand. Behind him stood rows of fully armed soldiers.

These soldiers held steel guns in their hands, stood with their legs apart, and had no expression on their faces, just like cast iron.

Sun Qian, sweating profusely, ran over with a piece of paper and whispered to Dabao,

"The whereabouts of the woman who framed Yuntian has been revealed..."

Dabao's voice was a little hoarse, and he only uttered one word.

"Grasp!"

"yes!"

Sun Qian handed the paper to the captain behind Dabao. The captain waved his hand and ran out with five soldiers.

Sun Qian turned around and went back to the cell. Gu Beichuan ran out.

"Report, it turns out that Yuntian's whereabouts were revealed by the second son of the Wei family."

"Catch the entire Wei family!"

"yes!"

Another group of soldiers ran out,

The sky gradually brightened, and more and more people were brought back, including the matchmaker. They were all tied up, with cloth stuffed in their mouths, and they couldn't make any sound.

Everyone knelt beside the wall. They were frightened by the scene. They wanted to beg for mercy but couldn't make a sound, and they wanted to kowtow but couldn't bend down. They could only kneel.

Ten meters in front of them, Cheng Yuntian's body was lying.

Sun Qian ran out and said,

"Boss, the Sun family father and son and Li Guizi have all confessed. Now only Li Gongping, the court president Qi Tonglin, and the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau He Nianwei have not been arrested. What should we do next?"

Dabao slowly straightened up and stopped the revolver in his hand.

"Don't move these three people for now. Isn't there a public trial today? I want to see who is trying whom!"

Sun Qian nodded.

"Boss, are you trying to impress them in front of the entire county?"

Dabao sneered,

"They say their eyes are like knives, so let them be tortured to death at the public trial!"

Sun Qian glanced at Cheng Yuntian's body, his eyes filled with sadness.

"It was Sun Xiaopao who beat Yuntian like this. Boss, you instructed me to leave Sun Xiaopao to you..."

Dabao stood up, unbuttoned the first button of his shirt, and slowly walked towards the cell...

. . . . .

The affairs of the detention center are confidential. Even the director of the county public security bureau does not know about it. It is not because they did not do their job well, but because the communication capabilities are too poor now.

As long as the gate of the detention center is closed, the inside and outside will be completely isolated. No news can be sent from inside, and the outside will never know.

At 7:30 in the morning, in the No. 2 building of the County Party Committee's staff quarters, Li Gongping put down his bowl and threw the steamed bun in his hand into the bowl. He stood up, and his wife, who was 18 years younger than him, also stood up quickly.

She took the briefcase from the hanger and handed it to Li Gongping, who took it expressionlessly.

His wife said, "Old Li, everyone is talking about Zixiong now. Do you think you should ask about it?"

Li Gongping's old face darkened, and he looked a bit dignified.

"What are you asking about? They are just a bunch of idle people in society who are just trying to get close to others. I won't listen to them. I will tell the office when I get to work and ask the office director to go to the police station.

They said that someone was illegally gathering and making false accusations and slanders. They should arrest all these people and let them know who is in charge of Weixian County.

There was a jeep horn outside, and Li Gongping frowned.

"I'm going to a public trial today. There are quite a lot of people there. You shouldn't go. There's nothing interesting to see despite all the noise."

The wife pouted and hummed.

Li Gongping picked up his briefcase and walked out of the house.

His wife looked at his back, spat hard, and cursed softly,

"Dad is a beast and son is a bastard. Good eggs can't be laid in a weasel's den. Both of you will die a miserable death..."

. . . . .

The square of the county middle school was already packed with people. Today was a public trial, and every village was required to come, at least 100 people.

The common people are complaining about this. Those who live close to the county are fine, but those who live far from the county have to rush here at around 4 o'clock in the morning for meetings at around 9 o'clock.

What if there are few leaders? The meeting will be shorter. If there are too many leaders, it will be bad because everyone has to speak on stage for fear of being left behind.

This delay meant the meeting would last four or five hours. Ordinary people pinched their empty stomachs and ate leaves to fill their stomachs, watching the leaders on the stage eating sesame cakes and drinking tea without caring about the lives of ordinary people.

They pretended not to hear the people's scolding. When the meeting was over and they got home, it was already midnight. They had less than two hours of sleep and had to get up to go to work. Their life was hard.

Weixian County currently has no Party secretary, as he has gone to study, so Li Gongping is in charge of the work. Li Gongping likes formalism the most, and he requires that all leaders at home must attend today's public trial. Anyone who does not go will be given a serious disciplinary punishment.

Who dared not go now? The leaders, one by one, with sesame cakes and pancakes in their pockets and strong tea in their big teapots, were well prepared and had to go and endure this torture.

The staff of the county government office arrived at the venue early and marked out areas according to the distance of the villages. No matter which village you came from, you had to stay in this area and were not allowed to leave without permission.

The common people are complaining about this, they can't even go to the toilet. Isn't this the same as the circle drawn by Sun Wukong?

The staff had no choice. The leader’s order had come down, and they had to do it even if they didn’t want to.

What is even more annoying is that you cannot applaud randomly. You have to look at the cadre in front of the meeting table. This cadre is the one leading the applause. When he claps, everyone else has to follow. When he presses his hand down, the applause has to stop.

This meeting made me feel aggrieved, but I didn't dare to say it out loud...