Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Li Gongping shouted, "What the hell is going on? Wang Peng, you police officers? And these soldiers? What are you doing?"

Court President Qi Tonglin slammed the table and stood up: "This is a public trial, what are you doing surrounding us?"

The voice just now is approaching.

"Since this is a public trial, of course it's for those who have committed crimes, abused the countryside, and robbed men and women!"

Li Gongping had already seen the owner of the voice. He was a handsome young man wearing a white shirt tucked into his blue pants.

There was a holster on his belt. Li Gongping was once the captain of the armed work team and had seen countless guns. When he saw the boy wearing a holster, he knew it was a revolver.

But what surprised Li Gongping even more was that the boy's face and white shirt were splattered with blood, like plum blossoms about to bloom.

The young man walked over slowly. There was a click and a neat tap of feet. All the soldiers stood at attention and saluted.

Some police officers also stood at attention and saluted.

Behind the young man, there were four soldiers, with their guns slung over their shoulders. They were carrying a stretcher on which lay a man, covered with a white cloth. He was obviously dead.

Li Gongping's original aura disappeared in front of this young man. He winked at the office director Liu Wen.

Liu Wen secretly complained, but had to put on a smile and speak.

"Excuse me, who are you?"

Without a word, the young man slapped him out. Liu Wen took five steps back and fell to the ground. The leader was right next to him and didn't even help him up.

All the staff members shouted in unison in their hearts, "Good!" You deserved it. You usually flatter and flatter others, and you have one face to your superiors and another to your subordinates. Today's slap in the face feels so good!

All the leaders were shocked. Although they were usually high and mighty, they were actually more timid when they met a real villain.

Li Gongping didn't dare to say anything. It would be too embarrassing to be slapped in front of so many people.

When the young man came over, some soldiers had already pushed Li Gongping and others aside. This was too embarrassing. Just now, these leaders were all dressed neatly, with their hair combed and shiny. Now, they were pushed and shoved by the soldiers, and their hair was all messed up.

How majestic these leaders were just now, how embarrassed they are now.

The boy pulled out a chair and sat down. He sat in the same place where Li Gongping had just sat. He took the microphone and cleared his throat.

"Hello, folks. My name is Qin Dabao. I'm from Beijing and work for the Eighth Bureau of the Ministry of Public Security. Today, a public trial is being held in Weixian County, and it's my turn to preside over it..."

"W-what? Ministry of Public Security? The Eighth Bureau? From Beijing?"

The leaders were all bewildered. In ancient times, this person would be an imperial envoy. Why would he come to our remote place?

Li Gongping felt a faint sense of unease. As the saying goes, no one dies when there is no illness. Anyone who has done something wrong will naturally feel guilty.

He subconsciously looked around, trying to find his son, but all he saw were police officers and soldiers. He felt increasingly uneasy.

Dabao continued to speak,

"Why should I be the host? There must be a reason. Please be patient and listen to me. I just said,

The public trial is definitely to try those who have committed crimes and evildoers, so those of us present today should come together to try such people."

Several leaders looked at each other. Qi Tonglin approached Li Gongping and whispered,

"Brother, why do I feel like something is wrong today? It seems like it's targeting us. Do you think something happened to Zixiong?"

Zixiong greeted me the day before yesterday and said that a boy named Cheng was trying to stop him from getting married. He set a trap and said that the boy named Cheng was a hooligan.

I was asked to sentence him today. I have been wondering if it was because of this matter. "

Li Gongping looked at Dabao and shook his head.

"It shouldn't be. Didn't you listen to his own introduction? The Eighth Bureau of the Ministry of Public Security, this is sent down from the central government. What could be so special about our little shabby place that they would pay attention to it? Definitely not!"

Qi Tonglin felt uneasy, but he could only nod.

"We can only take it one step at a time."

Dabao had heard their conversation long ago and could not help but sneer. With a wave of his hand, four soldiers carried Cheng Yuntian's body up and placed it in front of the conference table.

Dabao picked up the microphone and slowly walked to the body. He squatted down and slowly uncovered the white cloth.

"Let me introduce this to you folks. This is my colleague, brother, and good friend. His name is Cheng Yuntian. He is a very outstanding young man.

He served in the army for seven years and won a second-class merit and two third-class merits. Later, because of his outstanding performance, he was named an advanced member of the army.

However, such an outstanding young man was beaten to death during his visit to his family..."

Before Dabao finished speaking, heart-wrenching cries rang out from the crowd. Dabao looked up and saw an elderly couple and a young man of about seventeen or eighteen running out stumblingly.

No need to ask, these must be Cheng Yuntian's parents and brother. Dabao stood quietly with the microphone. He was still not used to this scene of separation between life and death.

Cheng Yuntian's parents and younger brother came to the conference table and saw the disfigured body. The old lady fainted with a creak. Old man Cheng cried bitterly in front of his son's body. Cheng Yuntian's younger brother hugged his mother and supported his father, tears streaming down his face.

Qi Tonglin's heart skipped a beat. The dead guy's surname was Cheng? He felt more and more uneasy.

Dabao sighed and lowered the microphone. Cheng Yuntian's mother slowly woke up. They knew their son had been arrested and were trying to find a way to rescue him.

Hearing that their son's name was on the list of names to be held in the public trial today, the old couple came to the venue early, hoping to see their son. However, they did not expect to see their son's body instead.

The old lady struggled to stand up, she grabbed Dabao's hand, tears streaming down her face.

"Child, you, you are?"

Dabao supported the old lady, his voice a little hoarse,

"Auntie, I'm Yuntian's leader. Sorry, I'm late..."

The old lady cried and beat her chest. The old man wiped his tears, pulled his son and his wife to kneel down in front of Dabao.

"Leader, my son's death was unjust. He got into trouble just to help others. Can you please help my son?"

Dabao had a question in his mind. He helped the two old men up and asked,

"Don't worry, Uncle Cheng. I won't let anyone who has anything to do with this go. Uncle, when Yuntian comes back, will he tell you what he does for a living now?"

The old man shook his head.

"This kid has been tight-lipped since he was young. He told me and his mother that he works in a confidentiality department..."

Dabao sighed and thought to himself, Brother, you are so confused. If you just show them your work ID, do you think they would dare to touch you?

Dabao picked up the microphone and said loudly,

"Why did the criminals kill Cheng Yuntian?"

At this time, Sun Qian brought Liu Fang and her daughter up. Dabao had sent Sun Qian to pick up the mother and daughter early this morning.

"Does anyone know them?"

Someone in the crowd shouted,

"I know them. Aren't these Tokugawa's daughter-in-law and daughter?"