Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Jin Laosi stripped off all his clothes. In the early years, this bathhouse had a dedicated laundry service. Now that it has become state-owned, the people have become masters of their own destiny and have overthrown those who exploited them. Now there is no one to wash his clothes.

However, the bath scrubbers, pedicure men, and shavers are still there, but they are all workers now and no longer rely on tips to make a living.

Jin Laosi walked into the bathhouse with his bare bottom. There were not many people bathing in the bathhouse now. Everyone was paid a salary, and the salary was the same regardless of the amount of work. So when guests came, they were not warmly received. Over time, these guests stopped coming.

Nowadays, the loaders and unloaders at the railway station all have formal jobs and earn wages. They no longer have the spare money to spend a dime to take a shower here.

Jin Laosi was soaking in the pool, his head was like a moving picture, with scenes constantly flashing through his mind. They were all fragments of those years in the prison of the capital. When he thought of them, he trembled all over, and when he trembled, he couldn't hold his urine.

He has no one to discuss this with now. I wonder what the government is thinking? They want to lure all these Buddhist masters together. What is their intention?

Could it be that they wanted to line up and be shot? When Jin Laosi thought of this, he urinated twice more.

He was still ashamed of himself, so he quickly climbed out of the pool, found a shower head, and took a good shower. He quickly found Lao Liu, who was scrubbing his body. Lao Liu was over 60 years old, but he was very strong, especially his two hands, which were surprisingly long and slender, forming a complete contrast with the wrinkles on his face.

Jin Laosi was lying on the bathing table. Lao Liu wrapped a towel around his palm and began to give him a bath. There was no one around at this time, only the two of them.

Jin Laosi said in a low voice,

"Master Ba, something happened,"

Old Liu still had a smiling face, and he was giving Jin Laosi a bath at a leisurely pace.

Jin Laosi continued,

"Just now, the boys came to tell me that a big shot has issued an order for all the famous Buddhas in our city to report to the Municipal Public Security Bureau before 3 pm. If you don't go, you will bear the consequences!

"Master Ba, you are the chief of the Rongmen of our Sijiu City. Should we go or not? You have to make a decision!"

Old Liu said slowly,

"Why are you being so mean to me? Are you scared? You're remembering that I'm the boss of the Rong family, but you haven't even been to my house in the past seven or eight years. What does that mean?"

It turns out that the thieves in the capital city have a sect called Rongmen. Before liberation, Rongmen was not a simple sect. It had all the necessary structures.

As for the thieves' territory, it was the people in charge of the sect who marked it out. But since the founding of the People's Republic of China, the country has vigorously cracked down on crime. Most of the pillars of Rongmen, such as military advisors and red stick thugs, have been suppressed, and some have been driven out of the capital.

Rongmen declined completely. Once Rongmen declined, people like Jin Laosi started to have other ideas. They gradually left Rongmen and became self-sufficient. They no longer had to hand over the stolen things to the sect, but divided them among themselves.

Rong Clan went from being in the open to being in the dark. Even the former leader Liu Batian was forced to hide in Qinghuachi and became a bath scrubber. Jin Laosi was a little better than the others. Occasionally, he would bring some things to Qinghuachi to take a bath while visiting the former leader.

So Liu Batian's attitude towards him was relatively good. After hearing what Jin Laosi said today, Old Liu was so happy. This bunch of ungrateful people came to the sect for help whenever they had problems before liberation. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, they turned around and became the masters.

After hearing what Jin Laosi said, Old Liu thought to himself, he always felt that the police would not deal with them like this. What was the point of arresting them with such a big fanfare? They must have something to ask them for help.

This man is old, with a lifetime of experience, and a smart mind, so he can guess the purpose of Dabao gathering this group of people.

But Old Liu didn't want to explain this matter to Jin Laosi. After all, he had retired from society for so many years, and the past events had been cleared up long ago. No matter how big the incident was this time, it had nothing to do with him.

Jin Laosi was not stupid either. He knew that Liu Batian hated these ungrateful people like them to the core. He really had no other choice but to come here to discuss with this old senior and let Liu Batian give him some advice.

"Master Ba, I know you have always been dissatisfied with us and look down on what we have done, but Master Ba, think about it carefully. The people in this city call us Buddha in a joking way, but who treats us as human beings?

Back then, we had the sect backing us up, and we would gladly accept half of our profits. But after the establishment of the new country, what power does our sect have to help us settle the matter?

Ba Ye, if the sect can't give us justice, can't help us thieves settle our affairs? Then why do we still rely on the gang?

So you really can't blame us for this. As the saying goes, if a man doesn't work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth. You expect a group of thieves to be loyal and righteous? Aren't you just blind?

Today, I, Jin Lao Si, come here to ask you for advice, purely out of respect for you. From now on, during festivals, I will definitely have a token of my appreciation for you."

After all, as someone who has always been floating around in the underworld, Jin Laosi knows that it is useless to talk big. With a person like Liu Batian, he can only speak the truth.

Liu Batian sighed.

"Xiao Jin, the Rong Clan is now in name only. It's understandable that you set up your own clan. In the past few years, apart from you visiting me every now and then, none of those bastards have come.

Today, it's you. I wouldn't tell anyone else. This afternoon, my suggestion is that you still have to go. Let me tell you this: I've lived through three dynasties, especially the decades of the Republic of China. I led the Rong family to stand firm.

To be honest, I don't care which dynasty or who becomes the emperor. The emperor also has to eat, right? As long as my gifts are abundant, generous and heavy, no one can move our Rongmen.

But I never expected that this trick of mine would not work in this new country. On the night I gave the gift, while I was drinking with my brothers, dozens of police rushed in. Li Quan, the Red Stick, was a powerful figure in the city who could run horses on his fists and row boats on his forehead.

He just stood up and before he could even utter a word, he was shot into a hornet's nest by several guns.

If it weren't for my two family guards who risked their lives to push me into the secret passage, I would have died that day. From this point, I can see the determination of the new country, which is to wipe out all of us who are in the secret door.

I was really scared, so I hid here and acted like a bath attendant..."