Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Dabao received a reply call from the Shanghai Military District. The reply call from the Shanghai Military District was very unique. It was sent in classical Chinese. If Dabao did not have a strong foundation in literature, he might not be able to understand it.

Dabao's face darkened. This was a report, not a show of writing skills. Reporting required simplicity and clarity. The meaning of this classical Chinese text was completely different with a slight twist.

Dabao slammed the table angrily. Mu Wanqiu was eating a pear and turned back hurriedly. Dabao waved his hand.

"Just eat your own food. What's going on in the Shanghai Military Region? Where did you find a scholar to quibble over words? This is ridiculous, Comrade Mu. Call back and scold them in my tone.

The person who drafted the telegram must immediately cease work and accept punishment."

Mu Wanqiu smiled and answered yes.

Dabao put the telegram aside and sat in front of them and said.

"We still need to stay in Hong Kong for a few days. Guo Yingnan has issued a killing order against the KMT spies and the Bamboo Union. Old Yu, we'll need you to identify which are the important enemy figures and which are insignificant."

Yu Zecheng nodded in agreement. He had been undercover in Taiwan for ten years and knew almost all the spies. No wonder the enemy gave a death order to hunt him down.

"Comrade Qin, what are you going to do with these people after we capture them? Should we send them back to China, or deal with them here?"

Dabao smiled slightly.

"How can we afford to feed these bastards? We can secretly send the important people back to China, and the rest of the unimportant ones will be sunk into the sea. This time, I want to teach the enemy what it means to lose more than you gain..."

The two of them were cautious and didn't ask any more questions.

Dabao asked.

"Do you have any plans when you return home this time?"

Mu Wanqiu looked up at Yu Zecheng, her eyes full of worry.

Yu Zecheng forced a smile.

"I plan to go to Langfang, Hebei Province, to look for my wife, Cuiping, and my children. It's been ten years, and I don't know how they are doing..."

In 1949, Yu Zecheng accepted the mission to go undercover in Taiwan with the defeated army. Cuiping was already four months pregnant. If she gave birth successfully, the child would be nine years old.

Dabao knew the regulations of the families of the latent personnel of the General Staff. Before the latent mission was lifted, Cuiping and her children were not allowed to leave the local county town, let alone mention the name of Yu Zecheng, even though the organization had agreed to him. Due to the confidentiality system, Cuiping was not allowed to reveal her husband's name.

You can imagine how much pressure it is to have a child out of wedlock in rural areas.

Dabao sighed and patted Yu Zecheng on the shoulder.

"Okay, I'll go with you this time."

Yu Zecheng grinned and nodded vigorously, pretending not to notice Mu Wanqiu turning her back to wipe her tears. Yu Zecheng was full of guilt towards Cuiping. For the sake of the undercover mission, he abandoned a pregnant woman in the county town and raised the child alone. It was easy to imagine how difficult it must have been.

For Mu Wanqiu, for the past ten years, they had treated each other with respect. In the enemy's war zone, they pretended to be a couple. It would be a lie to say that they were not emotional. No matter how strong their hearts were, they would become soft in front of emotions.

Mu Wanqiu loves him, and Yu Zecheng also has feelings for her, but there is Cuiping and a child in between, which makes it impossible for him to accept Mu Wanqiu.

For a moment, the three people in the study fell silent...

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Bo Hao left satisfied. He did not contact Lei Luo directly. Lei Luo would never allow others to change what he had decided. Bo Hao knew his temper and only informed Zhu Youzai.

Zhuyouzai sat in the office and started dialing the phone. In just twenty minutes, all the gangs in Hong Kong received the notice. At 7 o'clock tonight, they were to expel Taiwanese civilians from their territory. If there were any suspected spies or members of the Bamboo Union, they could be sent to Kwai Chong Pier and each of them would be paid 10,000 Hong Kong dollars.

All the gang leaders went crazy. 10,000 Hong Kong dollars per person? They wished the streets were full of Bamboo Union members. They were like walking cash.

Those who are involved in the underworld, whether they are small brothers or big brothers, all live a life of poverty at three o'clock and wealth at five o'clock. Who doesn't need money? Except for those real big brothers.

Anyone who has the opportunity to make money would seize it. For a moment, everyone was ready to go, waiting for seven o'clock in the evening.

The person leading the Bamboo Union this time is Lei Fuhong's eldest son Lei Zhen, known as the Prince. He is lying in the presidential suite of the Peninsula Hotel, holding two third-tier female stars in his arms, and the three of them are making love.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of someone knocking on the door. Lei Zhen pushed the two female stars away, stood up naked, jumped off the bed, and grabbed the bathrobe on the ground next to him and wrapped it around himself.

He opened the door cursing, and the leader of the Viper Hall, A Qian, and the leader of the Tiger Hall, Jin Bao, rushed in. They looked around and whispered to Lei Zhen.

"A Zhen, something happened, leave quickly."

Lei Zhen yawned and clapped his hands to his mouth. Suddenly he smelled a fishy smell on his hands, which almost made him vomit. He thought for a while before he remembered that his hands had been touching something randomly, so he rubbed his hands.

He rubbed his hair, turned around and went back to the living room, sitting down on the sofa with his legs spread wide open, wearing nothing inside.

"What happened? Why are you in such a hurry? I finally got to go out and have fun, and I haven't had enough fun yet. Why can't I go back?"

Ah Qian and Jin Bao stamped their feet anxiously.

"Oh my god, my Ah Zhen! Director Wang of the Operations Department has disappeared. The people in the Operations Department are leaderless and don't know what to do.

Guo Yingnan has joined forces with more than a dozen people including He Yiqun to issue a killing order in the underworld.

The main purpose is to track down members of our Bamboo Union. As long as anyone is caught, including those from the Operations Department, we will give each of them HK$10,000.

This is bad. I heard that all the gangsters in Hong Kong have taken action. All the gambling dens have stopped operating. As long as it is after 7pm, they will attack anyone they see our people on the street.

While there is still some time, you should leave quickly. As long as you leave, the two of us and Awu can lead our people to retreat."

Lei Zhen yawned. He hadn't slept for two days and a night. He was so sleepy that he could hardly open his eyes. He waved his hands.

"Ah Qian, you and Brother Bao, don't be too nervous. I don't believe these short mules from Hong Kong dare to touch our Bamboo Union. Damn it, I want to see. I, Lei Zhen, will lead my men out in a moment. Who dares to stop me? I will kill them without mercy."

Ah Qian covered his forehead and said, "Why are you still pretending to be cool at this time? If you continue to pretend, you will be completely submerged in the sea."

"Ah Zhen, listen to us and leave quickly. There's still time. If you're any later you won't be able to catch the boat."

Seeing how serious they were, Lei Zhen finally realized they weren't joking...