The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 63 Qian Jin can no longer be the second captain

Calling him a killer might be an exaggeration.

The woman insisted that she had not killed anyone and that the Iron Hand Gang contacted her to seek revenge against Qian Jin:

It would be better to give someone money in the face than to stab him in the mouth, either in the face or in the mouth.

There is no destiny to make money.

But the woman was very cautious. She kept staring at the money, looking for an opportunity to make a move, but she didn't find one.

Because Qian Jin either has no one around him, or he is surrounded by a group of labor commandos.

She thought the best opportunity to strike was because Qian Jin was alone but with a group of strangers. At that time, she, who was also a stranger, quietly approached Qian Jin and suddenly reached out to grab the razor blade and wiped it on his face...

Surgical blades are extremely sharp.

For someone like her who has been specially trained, it takes less than a second to cut someone with a blade, and the victim won't even feel the pain.

By the time she could feel the pain, she had already run away among the crowd.

This evening she finally got the chance and put the money into the vegetable market.

As a result, she hadn't been following Qian Jin for long when she was spotted by Zhang Aijun, who had learned anti-tracking techniques...

Upon learning the truth, Qian Jin couldn't help but punch Zhang Aijun in the chest: "Good buddy, it's thanks to you, otherwise I would have been stabbed!"

With a kind thought, he saved him and saved himself at the same time.

No wonder rich people all hire bodyguards!

Qian Jin has made up his mind that he will treat Zhang Aijun well in the future. He is his bodyguard!

Serious criminals such as women who are caught must be handed over to higher authorities.

There will still be interrogation later.

Huang Yongtao personally saw him off and said to Qian Jin, "You have made another contribution. If I were the commander, I would have to hang medals all over your chest!"

"You go back first. I'll send the person to the police station. If there is any other news, I'll let you know!"

He was very proud of the money he made.

Ever since this guy came to the street, he has been showing off in front of the leaders!

It was already evening before we could even begin to dawdle.

Xu Weidong had to go home and burn some incense for his parents to let them know that he had made a name for himself.

Like Qian Jin, his parents died while he was in the countryside, so when he returned to the city he could only register his household registration with the street and join the labor commando team.

Qian Jin rushed back to the vegetable market and bought some cucumbers!

The fellow villager is not trustworthy and has disappeared.

He asked at the stall next to him, and after the fellow villager took the money and saw him leave, he quickly picked up the cucumbers and ran away!

It's dinner time and the vegetable market is about to close.

The vegetable baskets were stacked on a faded iron rack, and the drooping cabbage stalks were still covered in dirt.

A plump vegetable vendor wearing gray cloth sleeves wrapped the unsold salted fish in old newspapers, and the two newspapers and one magazine were stained with a fishy smell.

There aren’t many good dishes in the market, and I don’t have time to cook at this time.

Qian Jin thought about it and decided to eat hot pot since it was getting colder.

The grocery store is still open.

But there was no beef or mutton in it, only a piece of pork tenderloin was left, and a small piece of pork ribs less than a pound was left.

Qian Jin bought them all.

With the care of Guan Dabao, the head chef of the state-owned hotel's kitchen, it is no longer a strange thing to see some fragrance wafting from his house.

But out of caution, he still took cover.

On the way back, he carried the meat and ribs tied with straw ropes and spun them around like a windmill. When he entered the building, he met his neighbors and chatted with them:
"We went too late. The grocery store is out of good stuff. There's only a piece of lean meat and some spareribs left. Let's make do with it when we get home."

The neighbors secretly sneered:

"Before he died, Old Qian said there was nothing left at home. Wasn't that a lie?"

"He must have left his son an unknown amount of money and banknotes. Otherwise, how could the fourth son of the Qian family be so rich?"

Meat and ribs were not served in the evening because they are not suitable for hot pot.

Qian Jin hung them on the window, put a small pot on the stove, and rolled the red oil in the pot, and the aroma began to bubble out.

There were some vegetables brought back from the Hongxing Liujia Production Team at home, and he asked Sixiao to prepare a basin of various kinds.

It was too late to buy meat rolls now, but luckily he had a lot of things hidden in the cupboard.

Tear up a vacuum-roasted chicken, cut two plates of luncheon meat, slice the ham into large pieces, and add the dried tofu, bean knots, and bean skin that I bought the night before but didn’t eat for the hot pot, and the feast is ready.

Zhang Aijun, who stayed in the house to help, looked at the delicious dishes and his Adam's apple kept moving like a piston:
"Captain Qian, it's better for you to stay with me. The food here is really good!"

He has accomplished a lot today.

Qian Jin knew that he had a big appetite, so he gave him a roast chicken first: "I saved up so much money, and today we are happy, let's have a meal together!"

Zhang Aijun has one good thing about him: he doesn't like to talk too much.

He didn't ask where the roast chicken came from, he just ate it as soon as he got it.

He devoured a fat roast chicken in no time.

Not to mention the chicken head and butt, even the bones and the peppercorns and star anise in the chicken stomach were eaten!

Xu Weidong arrived carrying some beer. "Hurry up and drink it, comrades! If it gets any colder, the brewery won't produce this stuff anymore!" Qian Jin handed him a cloth bag.
"Come on, Director Xu, a good horse deserves a good saddle. From now on, you can't wear your uniform with the rubber shoes we wear when sweeping the streets. You have to wear these."

Xu Weidong opened the bag and took a look. His depressed mood, which had been caused by burning incense for his parents, suddenly lifted.
"Brother Qianjin, three joints!"

Three-joint black leather shoes.

Qian Jin has observed that these days, leading cadres and military officers have two standard items: a watch on the wrist and a three-way joint on the foot.

The current style of this pair of leather shoes is similar to that of the future, but of course the details are completely different.

The soles of these leather shoes are thick and have tire treads, making them non-slip and wear-resistant.

There are inconspicuous small holes on the upper, which makes it highly breathable.

Otherwise, with Xu Weidong's sweaty feet, if he were given a pair of today's three-joint shoes, he could be sent to the food factory in two days to be used as a odor enhancer for stinky tofu.

Xu Weidong is a dog that can't hold two ounces of oil in its stomach.

He quickly put on the three-joint shoes and stamped his feet: "Comfortable! These leather shoes are much more comfortable than rubber shoes or cloth shoes!"

"When I went to the countryside, the commune secretary had a pair of leather shoes like this. I always wanted to try them on secretly to see how they felt, but he was watching me too closely, so I had no idea where to start."

"This thing is so precious, where did you get it?"

Qian Jin said, "You got it from the person you were targeting."

Xu Weidong knew that he often went to the black market in Jiu Tiao Alley. He scratched his head and said:
"Then you really worry about me. Oh, to be honest, you help me a lot."

"But could you please be a good person and do me another favor?"

Qian Jin asked, "What?"

Xu Weidong rubbed his hands and said, "Why don't you let me tie you up and take you to the company to make a contribution? You've just joined the company and you've made a contribution, what a great achievement..."

"Get him!" Qian Jin ordered Zhang Aijun.

Xu Weidong ran away quickly: "I was just talking in my sleep, why did you take it so seriously?"

He had witnessed Zhang Aijun's power with his own eyes, and had also heard from the team members how badly Wang Dong, the strongest commander in the commando team, was beaten.

Sixiao came back from washing the vegetables, and Qian Jin closed the door and invited them to eat.

Zhang Aijun looked at the table full of delicious meat and vegetables and said, "I really followed the right person. Before, the only food I ate in the commune was imitation meat rice. How could I eat real meat?"

"What is imitation meat rice?" No one else understood.

Liu Dajia quickly explained, "I heard from my dad that the commune cafeteria made braised pork, and the cadres, both big and small, became addicted to it. But the cafeteria didn't have that much meat. What should I do?"

"Then the canteen team leader got a small sprayer, poured soy sauce into it, and sprayed the soy sauce on the tortillas after they were steamed. He said this was called imitation meat technology, imitating braised pork!"

"Good stuff!" Qian Jin admired, "This is really a paper pancake - fooling people, burning straw as incense - fooling ghosts!"

Zhang Aijun laughed and said, "Don't underestimate this trick. That year, at the county-wide 'Agriculture Learns from Dazhai Exchange Conference,' our Red Star Commune won a banner for this soy sauce spraying method."

"I still remember it now. There were ten large, glossy characters embroidered on the flag: 'The flavor of meat in vegetarian food, the light of thought'!"

Qian Jin and Xu Weidong laughed heartily and raised their glasses to celebrate.

As the saying goes, misfortunes never come alone, and blessings never come singly.

Xu Weidong got into the voting office thanks to Qian Jin's connections, and everyone in the labor commando team was extremely jealous.

Zhang Hongbo, who was about to go to the boiler room to heat up some food, was blocked at the door. "What are you doing?"

Wang Dong is a straightforward person.

Although Qian Jin had ordered Zhang Aijun to deal with him, he believed that Zhang Aijun's actions were fair and just and that he was not as skilled as Qian Jin, so he did not resent Qian Jin.

This time he was the vanguard: "Director, we can't let Qian Jin be the captain of the second team!"

With the experience of writing on the bus last time.

Zhang Hongbo didn't react quickly after hearing this, but instead asked, "Who will be the captain of the second team then? Why did they remove him as the captain?"

Wang Dong said, "Whoever wants to be the leader can be the leader. I don't care. Anyway, I want Qian Jin to be the leader of the commando team!"

Zhang Hongbo said inwardly, I knew you were going to do this again!
He refused decisively: "No, there is no such rule."

"Aren't rules made by people?" Zhao Bo said excitedly. "Anyway, all of us team members have discussed this. Comrade Qian Jin is loyal to the revolution and the Party, and loves the people and his teammates. We want him to be the team leader!"

Mi Gang added: "Our team is convinced. We will hold a democratic election and support him as the captain!"

Others shouted.

The second team was the only one unwilling to do so.

How could they not understand what the other four teams meant?
The intention is to make the money evenly distributed, and any benefits in the future will be distributed to everyone, and the second team cannot take all the spoils alone.

But for Qian Jin, this is progress, and they can't stand in his way.

Zhang Hongbo firmly refused and tried to delay by organizing a meeting.

It didn't work this time.

Wang Dong said directly and impulsively: "Our labor assault team is not a formal team. There are no official positions here. We are just looking for a leader to lead the work."

"If you don't agree, then we'll report it to the district and let the district leaders make the decision!"

Zhang Hongbo's heart trembled.

He looked at the crowd with a gloomy face.

What we see is a will as firm as steel!

So he changed his approach and said, "Then let Captain Qian come to my office. I'll talk to him and see what he, the client, thinks."

(End of this chapter)