Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Dabao and his friends were playing around, not taking the zombies seriously at all. The old woman was isolated on the side, recalling her life over the past 90 years. Compared with Dabao, she had really lived like a dog.

After about 40 minutes, a group of jeeps drove in. Dabao and his friends stopped playing around. Zuo Mingyue asked Dabao,

"Why are all the troops transporting troops in jeeps?"

Dabao shook his head. It must be the county leaders coming.

Jeeps stopped one by one, the doors opened, and people kept getting out. Dabao saw Wei Baguang in the last car, which proved that he was the lowest-ranking official among the dozen or so people who came.

The first person to get out of the car was a young man wearing glasses. He glanced around pretentiously and then respectfully opened the back door.

A man with a square face and slicked-back hair got out of the car. He was wearing a white shirt with the hem tucked into his waistband, and a pair of three-pointed leather shoes that were shiny.

He took out a handkerchief and covered his nose with it, saying in disgust,

"This smell is so bad. Don't the people here pay attention to cleanliness?"

Dabao's anger ignited all of a sudden. "Fuck you! All the people in these villages are gone. Who are you going to take care of the sanitation?" Needless to say, this is another typical example of bureaucracy.

As soon as the man with the slicked-back hair got off the bus, the people who got off the bus behind him naturally followed him. It was obvious that he was the main leader of the county.

"Who's that? Can someone called Wei Baguang come over here? Is that a name? Xiao Liu, was this person on the promotion list submitted by the Organization Department last year?"

The young man with glasses quickly answered with a mocking look on his face,

"Yes, Secretary. It wasn't because you said the name was unpleasant that the Organization Department crossed his name off."

Wei Baguang happened to be walking over and was furious when he heard this. He never expected that his promotion last year was taken away because of his bad name.

"Secretary, this is Wei Baguang, the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau. If you have any questions, you can ask him directly."

"Wei Baguang, who is the leader of the department you are talking about?"

Wei Baguang suppressed his anger and said,

"This is Comrade Qin Dabao, Director of the Eighth Bureau of the Ministry of Public Security."

The man with the slicked-back hair looked Dabao up and down, curling his lips and shaking his head.

"Oh, are you kidding me? How can such a young kid be the director of a department? You're just playing the piano, okay?"

He turned his head to look at Changfeng Village, fanned himself with his handkerchief, and said with disgust,

"What's that smell? These country folks have no respect for hygiene, urinating and defecating everywhere, making the place stink. Come on, Old Wang, explain what's going on. Then we can go back!"

Behind him was a thin middle-aged man with a briefcase in his hand. He nodded and bowed to the man with the slicked-back hair and said,

"Okay Secretary, I'll tell them right away."

He took two steps forward, raised his head arrogantly, and said loudly in a disdainful tone,

"Which one of you is this leader from the ministry? I'm Director Wang Mingjie of the County Party Committee Office. On behalf of our County Party Committee Secretary Li, I solemnly warn you that the issues concerning Changfeng Village and three other villages fall under the jurisdiction of our county. How do we investigate? How do we report to the leadership after the investigation? And how do we handle this matter? There's a process for this.

We just held a meeting of the County Standing Committee and decided that this matter is the sole responsibility of our County Public Security Bureau, and no one else needs to intervene! Therefore, all those who are not involved, please leave immediately!

Have I made myself clear enough? No need to repeat myself a second time, right? Then please go ahead!"

Dabao put his hands in his pockets and looked coldly at the group of people in front of him. These were the officials of a county. Looking at their bright and beautiful clothes and rosy faces, he knew that the so-called hunger was the hunger of ordinary people, not the stomachs of these officials.

Wang Mingjie saw that Dabao and the others were looking at him coldly, but no one spoke. He could not help but feel a little angry and he shouted loudly,

"Please leave now, otherwise I will ask the comrades from the Public Security Bureau to ask you to leave!"

Dabao looked at him coldly, took out his work permit from the Ministry of Public Security from his pocket and threw it to him.

"Look carefully before you speak, or I won't mind letting you go home and farm."

Wang Mingjie took the work permit and opened it with a disdainful look. He only took a glance at it, and the sweat on his face flowed down. His hands began to tremble.

Dabao said lightly,

"Be careful, don't let your sweat fall on my work ID, otherwise you will be charged with another crime, intentional destruction of government documents!"

Wang Mingjie grinned and quickly closed his work permit. He said softly,

"Where is this law?"

Dabao pointed at him, stepped forward and snatched the work permit back, then said contemptuously,

"It will be there soon. When you go to prison to serve your sentence, this charge will be there..."

Wang Mingjie took out a dirty handkerchief and quickly wiped the sweat off his face and forehead. He then took two steps back and returned to the man with the slicked-back hair. He leaned over to the man's ear and whispered,

"Secretary, this person is definitely the director of the Eighth Bureau from the Ministry of Public Security. We can't afford to offend him."

The man with the slicked-back hair glared.

"What do you mean by 'can't afford to offend'? He's just a director. Directors in the department don't have real power. Maybe he's just a figurehead. Look at his age. How old is he?

"Old Wang, you're usually very talkative, but why didn't you say a word today? You seem off-key! I'm very disappointed in you."

Wang Mingjie knew that the secretary in front of him seemed modest and polite on the surface, speaking in a soft Wu dialect without rushing or slowing down, but in fact he was very mean-spirited and often stabbed his comrades in the back.

If it weren't for his strong backing, based on his work style, he would have been fired and sent back home to farm.

"Secretary, a director is certainly nothing special, but think about it, the director of this department, apart from other things, must have a backer at home. We don't need to provoke him. It's better to negotiate and invite them back to the county and treat them well. If they are happy, they will naturally leave."

The secretary smoothed his shiny slicked-back hair and nodded thoughtfully.

"You're right. I'll leave this matter to you. All expenses will be covered by your county committee. As long as you make them happy, you can get more cigarettes and alcohol. Anyway, we just need to find office funds..."