Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Qin Dabao gave the bicycle to the section chief, and he got on the sidecar motorcycle driven by Wang Datu and sped towards Xie Dongguo's residence.

Arriving at the courtyard where Xie Dongguo lived, there were already children playing outside and an old lady sitting on the steps mending clothes.

The motorcycle stopped and the three jumped out. Qin Dabao was wearing casual clothes, while Wang Datu and Zhao Wuhe were wearing official uniforms.

The old lady was startled by the sound of the motorcycle, raised her head and took off her reading glasses.

Qin Dabao stepped forward and said, "Auntie, we are police officers. May I ask which house Xie Dongguo lives in?"

The old lady stood up, a little scared, and pointed to the courtyard: "The back house as soon as you enter the door, that's where Xiao Xie lives."

Wang Datu and Zhao Wuhe ran inside. Qin Dabao turned around and asked, "Auntie, was anyone looking for Xie Dongguo just now?"

He asked casually, but unexpectedly the old lady nodded: "A man came here half an hour ago."

Qin Dabao rushed into the house upon hearing this, only to see the house in a complete mess.

Wang Datu rushed out of the room and looked around. Zhao Wuhe shook his head: "We're too late. Some things have been taken away."

Qin Dabao smiled and said, "Not necessarily. What Xie Dongguo hid might not be found by his accomplices."

The reason he said this was because he used his mental power to search and found a surprise.

It is said that if one person hides something, a hundred people will not be able to find it. As a senior spy, Xie Dongguo (Wang Youwei) must be good at hiding things. He is a latent enemy spy. Before being awakened, he is just like an ordinary person and will not have any contact with his accomplices. Of course, he does not know who his accomplices are, so the person who kills him will definitely not know where he hides things.

Qin Dabao pretended to search, and Zhao Wuhe followed him, nagging and procrastinating. Qin Dabao never expected that Zhao Wuhe was not only a foodie, but also a chatterbox.

The bedroom floor was covered with tiles, which glowed green under the dim light. There were no windows in this back room, and there was a feeling of oppression inside the room. It was also a relief that Xie Dongguo had lived there for almost ten years. Being a spy was not easy.

Qin Dabao squatted down and tapped the floor tiles with his fingers. The sound was deceptive. If there was solid ground underneath the tiles, it would make a "bang bang" sound. If there was nothing underneath, it would make a "dong dong" sound.

When Zhao Wuhe was talking about how Wang Datu went to the toilet without toilet paper,

Qin Dabao pried up a floor tile. There was an iron ring under the floor tile. He pulled hard and pulled out a wooden board. There was a concave hole underneath.

Wang Datu also came in. He and Zhao Wuhe looked at each other and shouted at the same time: "Awesome!"

Qin Dabao struck a match and took a closer look. The hole was not big. Inside was a small radio and a handbag.

Qin Dabao took out the radio and the bag. He knew there was nothing inside.

He handed the thing to Wang Datu, who grinned. This time, Section 3 was in great glory. It was definitely a great achievement to be able to seize the enemy spy's radio station.

Qin Dabao stood up and said, "Brother Tu, Brother Wu, keep looking through the pages. I'm going to ask Auntie to draw a portrait."

"What kind of portrait are you drawing?" Zhao Wuhe looked confused.

Wang Datu kicked him and said, "You idiot, of course it's the one that's flipping things."

Zhao Wuhe was furious: "You can scold me if you want, why kick me? No, I have to fight back."

"Oh, Zhao Wuhe, you're going to fall over me, right?"

Qin Dabao shook his head. These two were confirmed to be the Crouching Dragon and the Phoenix Chick in the three departments.

. . .

Qin Dabao found a piece of white paper and a half-broken pencil in Xie Dongguo's drawer, and also put away the Dream of the Red Chamber.

When I walked out of the yard, I saw a group of old men and women gathered at the door, talking a lot, and the old lady who had just been holding a basket was talking excitedly about what had just happened.

Qin Dabao waved at her. The old lady rolled her eyes and looked around at the people around her: "Oh, the public security comrades have to come to me specifically to ask about the situation. Why don't you believe what I say?"

Qin Dabao sighed helplessly. This was the characteristic of Beijing aunties. They had to show off every little thing.

He placed the white paper on the book and asked, "Auntie, can you recall in detail the physical characteristics of the man who came to Xie Dongguo's house?"

"What? What are physical characteristics?"

"Oh, that's what it looks like."

The old lady scratched her neck and tried hard to recall. Fortunately, it had only been less than an hour, so the impression was still quite deep.

Qin Dabao is a master of carving, and sketching is a compulsory course. Moreover, sketching in the eyes of a master of carving is closer to reality, because carving requires the mastery of perspective, proportion and space. You can only carve if you have drawn the character you want to carve in your mind and hands.

Qin Dabao learned sketching from a rightist painter who studied fine arts at Harvard University. His talent amazed the painter.

His sketch was neat and clean. He drew the man described by the old lady with just a few strokes. The old lady said he looked like him.

But Qin Dabao knew that this picture was most likely in vain, because it was obvious that the man was in disguise, but it was better than nothing.

Wang Datu and Zhao Wuhe searched for a long time but found nothing, but they would not admit that they were nothing. They wrapped the radio and handbag in a torn bed sheet, came out triumphantly, and asked Qin Dabao to go back to the Municipal Bureau.

The three men returned to the Municipal Bureau. Before they even entered the door of Section 3, they heard Huang Qi's angry roar inside.

Qin Dabao didn't care about Huang Qi. He had already offended him. He pushed the door open and walked in.

But what he didn't expect was that Wang Datu and Zhao Wuhe were even less tolerant of their boss's boss.

"Oh my, this director is really angry. He comes to our third department to show off his power?" Wang Datu started to criticize him.

Zhao Wuhe, the phoenix cub, was not willing to be left behind: "This, this, this guy, a rare, rare, rare guest!"

Huang Qi was so angry that he almost took off. He had a problem that he would stutter when he was anxious, and Zhao Wuhe was imitating him.

He was scolding Wang Fugui in the office with great enthusiasm, and was almost suffocated to death by being interrupted.

"You, you, you, you king..." Huang Qi's problem came back again.

Fan Lihua lazily continued, "Wealth."

Huang Qi glared at her: "Get out, get out, get out of here, you are everywhere..." Fan Lihua curled her lips,

"Wang, Wang Fugui, you are too bold. You didn't report such a big thing. Now the enemy spy is unconscious and the clues are broken. Who will take the responsibility?"

Wang Fugui, holding a cigarette in his mouth, glanced at Huang Qi and said, "Who is responsible? Of course you are responsible. You are the director, so who is responsible if you don't take responsibility?"

Huang Qi was anxious: "Why, why, why should I lose?"

Wang Fugui took a drag on his cigarette and said, "Did I report this to you and Deputy Director Feng? What did you say? Do I need to repeat it to you?"

You want two kids who've only been on the job for two days to investigate enemy spies? Is that how you do your job? Is this your first day in public security? Don't you know how cunning enemy spies are?

Now that we're in trouble, you're like Zhu Bajie climbing over the wall - turning the tables? You're putting all the blame on a child. Don't you feel guilty?"

"You, how can you talk to your superiors like that? This is the truth. It was Qin Dabao's carelessness that attracted the attention of the enemy spies and led to the murder. I'm telling you, I must report this to the bureau and punish him."

Qin Dabao coldly interjected, "Director Huang, you mean that I tracked the enemy spy and got nothing, and because of me, I alerted the enemy and the spy was killed?"

"Isn't it?"

"Then Director Huang, what do you think is a gain?"

"Qin Dabao, are you questioning your superiors? I'm telling you today: the enemy spy was silenced. Oh no, we're not sure if he was an enemy spy yet. The bureau stipulates that the spoils are the enemy spy's confession, radio, code book, and activity funds."

Qin Dabao smiled coldly, took the bag from Wang Datsun, opened it, and took out the American radio.

“Does this count as a harvest?”

Huang Qi was stunned. Wang Fugui said happily, "Xiao Qin, did you find a radio station in Xie Dongguo's house?"

Qin Dabao nodded, took the handbag and took out things one by one.

"This book should be the code book, Director Huang, does this count?"

"Does this two thousand yuan count as activity expenses?"

"Do these three big yellow croakers count?"

As they were brought out one by one, Huang Qi's face was slapped with loud slapping sounds.

Finally, he took out a stack of blank stamped letters of introduction from the briefcase.

Huang Qi slammed the table, he was too embarrassed to stay. In fact, he didn't take an enemy spy seriously. It was just that after listening to Wang Fugui's report, he found that Qin Dabao had made a mistake in this matter, so he came here to make a big deal out of it and wanted to take the opportunity to punish Qin Dabao. But he didn't expect that this was not a mistake, but a great contribution, which made him unable to sit still any longer.

"Wang Fugui, write this down and give it to me." After saying that, he walked away dejectedly.