Dreaming back to 1949, the great powers were there to deceive us

At 5 p.m. on May 28, Xie Zhiyu was fished out of the sea estuary.

They drifted in the water for more than twenty hours, and stopped ashore to rest, but were almost "discovered".

There were less than 200 people when they left, but only about were rescued by fishing boats, and most of the rest were captured.

Many things in society you think are coincidences may actually be carefully designed.

For example, those who were arrested were basically reactionaries, while those who were rescued along with Xie Zhiyu were all underground party members with white skin and red hearts.

As a very reactionary reactionary, Xie Zhiyu boarded a fishing boat and headed for the Zhoushan Islands.

The telegram that Master Xie sent before jumping into the river won him great reputation. While he was still floating in the river, he was posthumously awarded the rank of Lieutenant General.

The high-ranking officials generally believed that Xie Zhiyu's last-ditch effort was a desperate fight with the enemy, and he was bound to die in battle! They never expected that he would jump into the river to escape.

Now that he has 'come back from the dead', does that lieutenant general still count?

Xie Zhiyu didn't care about this issue at all. He just gave an empty title without even a single word.

The authorities were in a dilemma about how to deal with Xie Zhiyu. On the one hand, they wanted to make Xie Zhiyu an example to boost the morale of the entire army.

On the other hand, they were also on guard against Xie Zhiyu, because Xie was Hu Zhenhua's man. The traitor was currently trying corrupt officials in the industrial zone, including some important members of the party and the government.

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In the industrial zone, Hu Zhenhua excitedly shouted with a loud speaker,

"The people are the primary force for social progress. Whoever opposes them will be a historical sinner, and whoever supports them will conquer the world! The harm done by corrupt officials lies not only in plundering the people's wealth, but more seriously, in sapping the people's enthusiasm for building and defending the country. When faced with foreign invasion, how can ordinary people take up arms to resist the invaders if they can't even survive? China's current weakness is due to corruption! Today, in the name of the people, I sentence Ding Zhipan and 32 other corrupt officials to death by hanging, to be carried out immediately!"

The torture rack had been prepared long ago. A group of corrupt officials with their mouths gagged were whimpering and twisting their bodies to try to break free, but their dying struggles were in vain as ropes were put around their necks.

As soon as the foot guard was removed, the rope began to creak under the pull of gravity.

The corrupt officials could not breathe, and veins appeared on their faces and their eyeballs began to bulge.

The angry crowd picked up mud and stones from the ground and threw them at them.

Morris stared at them, his fists clenched.

Hu Zhenhua quickly gestured to the cameraman, asking him to give Morris and his group a close-up.

Afterwards, he walked forward, pointed at one of the people being hung, and said cheerfully,

"That's Peng Jiayan, the warden of the Magic City Prison. If he hadn't released the criminals, you wouldn't have been robbed."

As he said this, Lao Hu handed over a stone and encouraged him,

"Kill him!"

Morris gritted his teeth, grabbed a stone and threw it.

More than a dozen employees of Huaqi Foreign Company were killed or injured, and half of the building was burned down.

If you want money, just want money. Why kill people and set fire?

The scene of Morris throwing the stone was imprinted on the film.

Hu Zhenhua was very satisfied with the assist from the Magic City Bandits, which pissed off Morris. Now it was going to be a good show.

Lao Hu, the American, is just a fake, but Morris is a genuine Anglo-Saxon. If he says a bad word about the authorities, it is worth a thousand bad words from Lao Hu.

Some of the corrupt officials who were hanged were already dead, while others were still struggling.

When a person suffocates, they will die within 1-6 minutes. How long they can last varies from person to person.

A few minutes later, Hu Zhenhua clenched his fists and shouted loudly,

"Long live the people! Long live the people!..."

In the crowd, underground party member Han Duo frowned. Has the big reactionary Hu Zhenhua repented?

He pulled Xu Bin on the line and asked in a low voice,

"Is Hu Zhenhua one of ours?"

Xu Bin couldn't answer because he was also confused!

Two days ago, Hu Zhenhua was still a filial son of the authorities, sending troops to defend the Magic City. How come he became a representative of the people in the blink of an eye?

Xu Bin shook his head.

"Don't worry about him. Let's do our own thing and tell our comrades not to expose themselves for the time being. We must prevent the reactionaries from playing both sides."

"Yes!"

After Hu Zhenhua and the others finished shouting slogans, they picked up the microphone and shouted loudly,

"Fellow villagers, punishing corrupt officials is only the first step. Next, we must crack down on gangs and eliminate evil. We must deal with all the petty thieves and hooligans on the streets and in the villages! What does it mean that the people are the masters of their own country?"

Hu Zhenhua looked around and answered loudly,

"When the people are the masters of their own country, no one can bully us ordinary people! All unreasonable systems must be swept into the dustbin of history!"

Lao Hu's speech was very inspiring and won rounds of applause.

Hu Zhenhua was greatly encouraged and continued,

"After overcoming the three great mountains of imperialism, feudalism, and bureaucratic capitalism that weigh on the lives of ordinary people, our next step is to build our homeland and create a better life for our children and grandchildren."

"If you want to get rich, you must first build roads. Our priority is to construct trunk roads throughout the county, branch roads connecting towns and villages, and, of course, rural roads connecting villages. With roads, the people can sell their food and produce! We also need to build schools..."

Morris felt it was strange. It was clearly an execution scene, but he was still fantasizing about the future.

He really thinks of himself as the people's savior.

Hu Zhenhua had no idea at all and asked,

“Do you know what socialism is?”

Someone immediately answered,

“No oppression, no exploitation!”

“No hunger, enough food and warm clothes!”

“Everyone has a job!”

“The people have their own land!”

……

Hu Zhenhua picked up the microphone and said loudly,

"Socialism means that those who till the land have their own land, those who live have their own houses, the elderly have their own care, the young have their own families, the people are happy, and the country is prosperous!"

Hu Zhenhua picked up the microphone and shouted with all his might,

"Poverty is not socialism! I, Hu Zhenhua, hereby declare war on poverty! Please follow me and shout, poverty is not socialism!"

“Poverty is not socialism!”

“Poverty is not socialism!”

“Poverty is not socialism!”

……

Morris seemed to understand.

How to get out of poverty? It is obviously not enough to rely on the little harvest from the land. We still have to develop business!

This fellow, more cunning than a fox, transformed himself from an old hen into a duck and unexpectedly became a master of socialist theory.

After tossing and turning at the execution ground for more than two hours, Hu Zhenhua turned around and went to the hospital to visit Jiang Zhen.

For some unknown reason, the Red side has not yet sent anyone to take over the industrial zone.

Jiang Zhen recovered well. Lying on the hospital bed, although he looked weak, he was in good spirits!

"Shouldn't you send someone to take over the county? I've been running around all day. What's going on?"

Jiang Zhen laughed.

"No one will be sent over in the short term! You're not trying to act like you're stealing the fruits of the revolution, so we have to cooperate."

Hu Zhenhua sucked his teeth and said dissatisfiedly,

"How long is your short term?"

"Maybe three or two months, maybe a year or two. If you do a good job, maybe they won't even send anyone here!"

Hu Zhenhua jumped up, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

"What do you mean?"

Jiang Zhen blinked and smiled.

"Literally. The higher-ups highly recognize your abilities and want to see what you can do to govern this place. On the other hand, we really don't have the manpower to come here. From what I've heard, the situation in the Magic City is very bleak right now. Those speculators are driving up prices, disrupting the financial system, and committing all sorts of evil!"

Hu Zhenhua suddenly felt a sense of 'a true hero will die for his friend'. He had never met the Jiangbei leadership, nor had they exchanged any letters, yet they actually trusted him so much.

The group of people who can recreate Xuanhuang are indeed broad-minded!

Hu Zhenhua calmed down and said,

"Since the higher-ups have handed this place over to me, I'd like to ask you to be the county party secretary. Is that okay?"

Jiang Zhen: &%...￥

This is like kicking the ball back.

Jiang Zhen took a long time to come back to his senses and said,

"Establishing a county-level party organization here wouldn't be too politically charged. Our industry is so backward, and we urgently need the industrial zone as a window to introduce new machines and technologies. What if..."

Hu Zhenhua interrupted him,

"Jiang Zhen, I have to criticize you. What's wrong with establishing a party organization? We must show the West that socialism isn't a scourge. We need to eat, wear clothes, reason, and experience joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness too! Anyone hostile to us doesn't have to come! You have to have this confidence!"

Hu Zhenhua pinched his chin and suddenly said,

"Old Jiang, I suddenly feel that you are fishing by handing this place over to me!"

Whose fish are you catching?

Of course it is Western capital.

Lao Hu gave a thumbs up and praised,

"Brilliant! Truly brilliant! I, Hu Zhenhua, thought I was incredibly smart, but in the end, I'm just a piece on the chessboard."

Jiang Zhen blushed slightly and smiled.

"Even if we're fishing, we still have to compete with you. Do you dare to say that your hands are not stained with oil?"

Hu Zhenhua chuckled. A stone would weigh two taels less when it passed through his hands, let alone Western capital.

Look, the bank was robbed and he got fat and bloated!

Not to mention anything else, the gold, silver, jewelry, antiques, calligraphy and paintings seized from corrupt officials by the U.S. Navy alone are worth at least tens of millions.

If it were in the future, there would definitely be hundreds of small goals.

China has a 5,000-year history of civilization, and our ancestors have left us so many good things.

Even after paying out the coal bills, Hu Zhenhua could still make a slight profit even if calculated based on international prices.

I am proud!

Forget it, mature ears of wheat always bow their heads, so we should be more humble.

Hu Zhenhua calmed down and said with a smile,

"Let's get back to the point. Now that we have a secretary, who will be the county magistrate? Recommend someone!"

Jiang Zhen's expression turned serious, and he asked tentatively,

"Are you interested?"

Hu Zhenhua decisively refused.

"How surprising! How can I, a US citizen and a member of the "Five Black Categories," become a county magistrate? Besides, if I work for a red regime, how will I survive in the free world in the future?"

Jiang Zhen thought about it and it made sense.

Hu Zhenhua's focus is on the entire world, and the industrial zone obviously cannot restrain him.

Jiang Zhen fell into deep thought. This candidate must be a staunch Party member and have close ties with his company.

There are very few people who meet this condition!

Suddenly, Hu Zhenhua asked,

"Are there any of your people among the middle and senior management of our company?"

Jiang Zhen's face turned red again.

Hu Zhenhua had a sincere heart, and placing people in his company seemed a bit mean.

Jiang Zhen's expression quickly returned to normal. Revolution isn't a game; it relies on scientific organization and strict discipline. Brotherly loyalty won't accomplish anything great.

"Have!"

Hu Zhenhua suddenly said in a mean way,

"Mr. Jiang, I suddenly have an immature idea!"

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