Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

These Buddhas looked at each other in bewilderment. They all knew each other, even their disciples and grandchildren knew each other. This was to prevent others from crossing the line. Besides, they had similar interests and often interacted with each other.

Dabao called out lazily,

"Time's up. I'm going to start calling the roll now. If it's your turn, please answer me. Do you hear me?"

These Buddhist monks were usually lazy. Although they were a little nervous and frightened when they arrived at the Public Security Bureau, they did not take Dabao seriously because he was so young. As for Wang Guohua, he just lowered his head and ate melon seeds without looking up at them.

If these Buddhas were here by themselves, they would definitely be more like grandsons than grandsons, but with so many colleagues gathered together, if they were a little humble, they would be the laughing stock of their lives. This is absolutely unacceptable.

Seeing that no one answered his question, Dabao sneered.

"Shameless bastard, Jin Hai!"

Jin Hai was squatting under a tree discussing something with Sun Qian. When he heard Dabao calling him, he quickly stood up, and Sun Qian also stood up.

Jin Hai's appearance frightened the old thieves to death. All the Buddhist masters over 30 years old had been in the Beijing Prison. In the prison, they were divided into several levels and received different treatments.

The lowest class are rapists. There is nothing good about this kind of people in prison. They are often beaten, scolded and starved. They sleep next to the toilet and do the most tiring work.

The next is thieves. Thieves are divided into petty thieves and burglars. Petty thieves are the lowest class and they are also the lowest class in prison. Of course, those old thieves are excluded. It is common for them to go to prison and detention center. In addition, they are rich, so their life in prison is not bad.

Jin Hai is the head of the prison. Anyone who has been to Jingshi Prison is not afraid of him.

Jin Laosi screamed,

"Fuck, it's Jin Hai! He's still alive?"

People like them are only fit to go to Qinghuachi to take a bath. Jin Hai had been doing baths in Tsinghua University for the past few years, but they certainly didn't know about it. When they suddenly saw Jin Hai, they were so frightened that they trembled all over.

Dabao pointed at these thieves and was too lazy to say anything.

Jin Hai stood behind Dabao, looked at these thieves and laughed grimly.

"You bastards! We meet again. Why don't you greet me when you see me?"

He was wearing a police uniform and speaking in underworld language. Wang Guohua listened with a smile while eating melon seeds. Only then did he understand why Dabao always wanted to use Jin Hai, a man with a questionable history.

Jin Laosi was the first to kneel down on one knee, clasping his hands together.

"Master Hai, you are so lucky!"

Several of his disciples fell to their knees, kowtowed on the grass, and called out "Master Hai" in unison.

Since someone took the lead, the others knelt down one after another and began to kowtow to the person at the table.

Dabao moved his finger towards Jinhai, who nodded in understanding. He took out two pieces of paper from his jacket pocket and read aloud,

"Jin Daliang!"

"Here! Master Hai!"

Jin Hai took off his hat and shook his head.

"Take your disciples here and find the people from the Public Security Department to register!"

After hearing what Jin Hai said, the faces of these thieves changed drastically. They were listed in a list. Was he going to catch them all in one fell swoop?

Jin Hai was too lazy to explain to them, in fact, he was dismissive. He also knew that these thieves did not scold him lightly behind his back. If it weren't for the big fuss about the briefcase, he would have taught these Buddhas a profound lesson right now.

Jin Hai took out two pieces of paper from his uniform pocket. These were the information that he and Xiao Erduo had found for Dabao. Xiao Erduo was a gangster and knew more about the underworld than Jin Hai. He had provided most of the information about these Buddhas.

"Hou Diankun?"

This Hou Diankun is Hou Lao Er from Dongzhimen. People in the martial arts world gave him the nickname Multi-armed Monkey, which means that his hands are so fast that it seems like he has multiple arms.

This Hou Diankun specializes in taking out his wallet with two fingers. It is said that if his disciples want to become his apprentices, they must pick up soap with two fingers in boiling water.

Jin Hai called out again, but no one answered. A monkey-like man emerged from the crowd and timidly raised his right hand.

"That eunuch, Public Security Comrade, Hou Diankun is my father-in-law. He didn't come, so he sent me. My name is Chang Kun!"

Jin Hai looked back at Da Bao, who sneered and shook his head.

Jin Hai waved to his colleagues from the Public Security Department, and several of them immediately ran out. A few more soldiers came out from nowhere and followed them out.

Jin Hai ignored Chang Kun and said directly,

"Li Shuanlu?"

As soon as the name came out, Xue Kui and Sun Qian burst into laughter, and Mo Qiyuan couldn't help but smile. The Buddhist masters looked at each other, and at this time, a tall and thin man walked out of the crowd with an embarrassed look on his face.

A Buddhist master couldn't help but shout out,

"Holy crap, so Fifth Master's name is Li Shuanlu?"

Li Shuanlu bowed to Jin Hai,

"Master Hai, please be kind and call me Lao Wu!"

This is Li Laowu, the head of the Buddhist temple in Qianmen. Although he looks kind and gentle like a neighbor uncle in front of Jinhai and many police officers, everyone in the underworld knows that this guy is a typical sinister and mean person. He usually knocks on widows' doors and digs up the graves of families with no descendants. As long as he has money, he will do anything you ask him to do.

Jin Hai sneered,

"Li Shuanlu, I'm going to show you some mercy? Who the hell do you think you are? Do you believe I'll still deal with you right now?"

Li Shuanlu's face was full of smiles, and he looked extremely sincere.

"Xin Xin Xin, what do you mean?"

Dabao said nonchalantly,

"How dare you, a low-class person like you, act so playful and pretentious in front of us? Slap me in the face!"

Before Li Shuanlu could react, Xue Kui jumped in front of him and slapped him eight times in a row. Li Laowu's face quickly became red and swollen like a loaf of bread.

This guy was quite tough. After Xue Kui finished fighting and went back, he looked at the police officers with resentment, spread out his palms, spat out a mouthful of blood, and four big teeth fell into his palms. He still nodded and bowed with a smile on his face.

Dabao sat on the chair, leaning back, and Sun Qian came over.

Dabao whispered,

"We can't let this guy go. Look at his eyes, he's so sinister. Find a way to deal with him!"

Sun Qian smiled and nodded.

Jin Hai continued to shout,

"Jia Yizhen?"

An old man in his fifties limped out, looking at his sad face, as if someone in his family had died. But those who really knew him did not dare to look down on him. He was Jia Cripple from West City.

This guy, with a group of disciples, specializes in long-distance trains. He spends twenty days a month on the train and the rest of the time returning to the capital, so he has another group of people in his territory...