The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 77: Reporting the People's Enemy Zhang Hongbo
Leaving Master Duan’s house.

Wei Xiangmi took him to visit a few more families.

With the photo as a breakthrough, everyone agreed to deal with Zhang Hongbo.

Qian Jin is full of confidence in this regard.

Zhang Hongbo is indeed a parasite and should no longer sit in the neighborhood committee.

He is even more despicable than Qian Jin imagined!

After visiting around, Qian Jin changed his mind.

If Bai Jie, Master Duan and others can't defeat this grandson, he will use the power of the mall to deal with him!

Many people in the community were bullied by him, such as Master Duan.

That night, Qian Jin went home, packed a few things, and went to find Master Duan again with them in a net bag.

As a result, when he walked to the door, he heard voices talking inside and Master Duan coughing violently.

He felt something was wrong and quietly opened the door.

It so happened that the kerosene lamp burst a spark -

The person who spoke was actually Zhang Hongbo!
Zhang Hongbo was very sensitive. When the door creaked, he shut his mouth and looked back.

When he saw Qian Jin, the smile on his face turned gloomy.

Qian Jinze laughed: "Hey, who is this? It's Director Zhang, who loves the people like his own children!"

"Director Zhang, you're so elegant! You're not sleeping in the middle of the night, coming to offer warmth to an old comrade? Why don't you bring your red armband propaganda team?"

Zhang Hongbo tucked in the quilt for Master Duan and said:

"Brother, I'll come see you again in a couple of days. Take care of yourself. Socialist construction still needs veteran comrades like you to take the helm!"

He straightened his clothes and walked towards Qian Jin, his eyes cold: "Captain Qian, you guys are really powerful!"

Qian Jin said, "The fact that you're still alive proves that we don't have any magical powers, otherwise we would have killed you long ago."

"Besides, you're quite brave for going out at night. I didn't anticipate that. Otherwise, I should have found someone to stab you to death!"

The tone of the latter part is very cruel.

Zhang Hongbo hadn't expected Qian Jin, who was always gentle and soft-spoken, to say something like this. For a moment, he panicked: "How dare you!"

Qian Jin said, "I'll hide in the dark and shoot you. Then you'll run away. Director Zhang, your death will be in vain!"

Zhang Hongbo had never done this before. He was shocked and angry, but he still said, "You dare!"

The relationship had already fallen out, so Qian Jin stopped trying to play along and imitated Mamba by giving him an elbow when he needed to.

Zhang Hongbo screamed in pain and staggered backward, then was kicked out by Qian Jin.

This confused him. Shouldn't we just fight with words? Why did we resort to violence?
Don’t talk about martial ethics!
He wanted to fight but couldn't, and finally yelled in frustration, "You dare to hit someone? I'll call the police and have you arrested!"

Master Duan excitedly slapped the headboard with his palms and coughed as if he was going to vomit out his lungs.

Qian Jin quickly helped him along and said, "Uncle, you're alright, calm down. Let's not fall before the dawn of victory."

Master Duan smiled, waved his hands and panted, saying, "It's okay, it's okay. My cough is an old problem."

Qian Jin took out cough medicine and syrup from his net bag: "I happen to have some common medicines at home, you can try and see if they work."

Master Duan was stunned when he saw a can of syrup.

He has lived for many years, but this is the first time he has seen someone pack syrup so boldly!
But this is not what he needs most.

He stopped coughing and clapped his hands, saying, "You can do it, Captain Qian, you really can do it!"

"This is the first time I've seen someone dare to beat up Zhang Hongbo. You're really brave and awesome!"

After saying that, he slapped the headboard and laughed again: "It's so relieving, so relieving, really relieving! I can sleep well tonight!"

Qian Jin said nonchalantly: "He's just a vicious dog, so I beat him up. What? Are you really going to call the police to arrest me?"

"Okay, this isn't the chaotic time it was before. The sheriff is investigating a case based on evidence. Does he have any witnesses or physical evidence?"

"Who saw me beat him up? Did you see it?"

The old man shook his head frantically: "No, no, I just saw you politely asking him to leave!"

Qian Jin spread his hands and said, "That's it!"

What I said just now was not just to scare Zhang Hongbo.

This is 1977, not 2027. He is Qian Jin, the powerful Qian Jin, not Qian Jin, the insignificant Qian Jin.

Using American Iai to deal with people like Zhang Hongbo is considered to be doing justice.

Qian Jin brought a lot of things to Master Duan:

"These are biscuits from our food factory. Sometimes when you can't cook, just soak them in hot water and eat them."

"I brought you a flashlight and dry batteries. Don't use kerosene lamps anymore. The house is a mess. If you accidentally start a fire, you won't be able to escape."

"I heard from Director Wei that you have a lung problem? They say pears moisten the lungs. When I went to the countryside to support agriculture, the villagers gave me some pears. I'll give them to you. Add some rock sugar and boil some water to make it taste good..."

Every item that was taken out was urgently needed by the old man's family.

Master Duan was so shocked that he was speechless.

The neighborhood committee has never cared about him so much!

No one has ever been so nice to him!
After realizing what was happening, he grabbed Qian Jin's hand and started to cough excitedly. Finally, he said, "Captain Qian, why are you so nice to me, an old man?"

Qian Jin smiled wryly and said, "You may think I'm a good young man who respects the elderly and cares for the young, but in fact, I have a request for you."

He looked at the clock on the table.

He saw at first sight that the clock was extraordinary.

It must be an old item and not a domestic product, because both its pattern and style have a strong Western flavor.

In addition, the paint color of its exterior and the Roman columns on both sides are golden. Qian Jin has been studying gold and he can tell at a glance that this is real gold!

Of course, he knew that it was impossible for an ordinary family to own a clock made of gold, so he guessed that it might have been made using gilding technology.

No matter if it is a table clock or something else, as long as it is gilded, its value will be very high!
Another thing is that its hands and coil spring should be blued.

Even though it was covered with dust, the kerosene lamplight still reflected a very beautiful blue.

Gilded, blued and table clock.

These three elements taken together are probably from the 18th or 19th century!
Master Duan followed his gaze and laughed, "Captain Qian, what does your family do? You must be an expert!" "Wait a minute," Master Duan said, examining him carefully. "Your father is Qian Zhongguo, right? I heard a while ago that Qian Zhongguo, a descendant of the Qian family, moved to Taishan Road."

Qian Jin said, "Yes."

Master Duan sighed, "No wonder you recognized this five-reed bell at first sight!"

"The Qian family was once a prominent family in Haibin City, owning hundreds of ships of all kinds and countless shops and houses. It's natural that their descendants would recognize a five-bell bell."

These words made Qian Jin secretly shocked.

Have you traveled through time and space and become the second generation of a rich family?
If I had traveled through time a hundred or eighty years earlier, I probably wouldn't have to do anything and would have just been helping birds and cockfighting all day.

He had no idea about the so-called Qian family, so he said vaguely, "I would rather be a poor farmer with three generations of ancestors."

Master Duan nodded sadly: "Yes, I would rather be the descendant of a poor peasant, but I can't change my origins."

"I met your grandfather when I was a child. He was a good businessman. In the fifth year of the Republic of China, he was..."

"Forget it, uncle, let's not dwell on the past." Qian Jin pointed outside the door, "Be careful, there are ears on the other side of the wall."

Master Duan nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, I'm back to my old habits, reminiscing about the past and lamenting the present."

"Zhang Hongbo has many eyes and ears. You are being targeted by his people today."

"Look, not long after you left, he came to find me!"

Let’s get back to the beginning.

Master Duan told Qian Jin that Zhang Hongbo came to him tonight to threaten him and told him not to hang out with Wei Xiangmi and Qian Jin.

Qian Jin found that he had underestimated Zhang Hongbo. This guy had been managing Taishan Road for many years and was not the lone man he thought!

Master Duan looked at him with a sharp gaze: "Do you still have the confidence to deal with him?"

Qian Jin sneered, "I think they are just like chickens and dogs, sold to Seoul!"

Master Duan smiled and nodded: "Young and full of vigor! But you have to be careful, he is an old fox, and old ginger is shrewd!"

Qian Jin said, "You've seen the evidence in my hand. I can nail him. So what's the use of old ginger being the spicier? Young peppers are still the spicier ones!"

Master Duan agrees with this.

The photos in Qian Jin's hands could indeed make it impossible for Zhang Hongbo to recover at the moment.

Seeing that Qian Jin liked the five-bell bell, he generously gave it to him:

"You can take him away. If you can really lead the way in getting Zhang Hongbo ousted and sent to jail, I'll give you something good in return!"

"That thing once belonged to your Qian family!"

Qian Jin was overjoyed.

Master Duan only had this clock at home to tell time, so he left his watch behind.

Otherwise, how could those medicines and food alone be enough to exchange for such an antique-looking clock?

The current important task is to bring down Zhang Hongbo.

So Qian Jin changed the plan he made for the labor assault team. He would not go to Liujia to support agriculture and construction on Sunday, but would first find a way to report Zhang Hongbo!
At this point, Wei Xiangmi was a little hesitant. She knew that Zhang Hongbo had connections in the higher-level unit, so how to report him became a problem.

If something goes wrong, the reporting materials and the whistleblower's information will fall into the hands of the shelterers, and their plan will be ruined!
Qian Jin first thought of Huang Yongtao.

The director is upright and honest, and he has connections in the public security, procuratorial and judicial organs.

Wei Xiangmi shook her head and rejected his idea: "The neighborhood committee and the public security office are the mother and father of the street. The mother is responsible for food, drink, defecation and urination, and the father is responsible for public security and safety."

"Director Huang is an upright man, but he won't be willing to report Zhang Hongbo."

"I'll go to our unit and look for someone to try."

Qian Jin thought for a moment and said, "I'll go find someone."

The autumn wind wrapped in the withered yellow sycamore leaves rolled along the old red wall.

In the morning, Qian Jin parked his bicycle in front of the mottled iron gate of the district voting office.

The letters with red fingerprints in the pocket of his blue work clothes had been warmed by his body temperature.

The wind was a bit cold today, so he wrapped himself in his thick work coat and walked towards the voting office, stepping on the yellow leaves all over the ground.

On the red brick wall, someone was busy replacing the slogans. 'Never forget class struggle' was changed to 'Study hard and make progress every day'.

When Qian Jin saw this slogan, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

Only two or three days after the resumption of the college entrance examination, the voting office put up a new slogan. This incident reveals two things:
First, Chang Shulin, the person in charge, has a very sensitive political awareness.

Second, he has a low level of education.

The slogan was painted carefully, stroke by stroke.

Chang Shengli was watching seriously while munching on a roasted sweet potato.

Qian Jin greeted him and he smiled, then generously pushed the aluminum lunch box in his arms over to him.

He roasted the sweet potatoes in an aluminum lunch box, with a layer of sweet potato oil at the bottom of the box.

Qian Jin waved his hand: "I won't eat for now. I have some important information to show you."

When he heard that it was an important ingredient, Chang Shengli stuffed the sweet potato into his mouth in three or two bites, and then choked like a goose, with his eyes wide open and shrinking.

Xu Weidong saw it, ran over and punched him twice on the back.

Chang Shengli cried out, "A living person almost suffocated to death from eating a sweet potato!"

Qian Jin handed him the letter of complaint.

Chang Shengli looked carefully and his face quickly turned red.

After reading one letter of denunciation after another, he stomped on the fallen leaves with his Liberation shoes, and the labor medal on his shaking body jingled on his green military uniform.

Qian Jin said frankly: "This matter has nothing to do with you, but I can't find the right person to submit the report."

"Because the person we want to report is very powerful and has connections in the district and the city, we are very afraid that the report letter will be intercepted..."

"This has something to do with me!" The righteous son of an official, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the documents. "I'm the successor to socialism!"

"Anyone who harms the interests of the people and obstructs socialist construction is my enemy!"

"Especially since the city just held a meeting and released the 'Report on the Rectification of Grassroots Organizations,' everyone has a responsibility to report enemies of the people!"

"He has someone? Ha, you make it sound like me, my dad, don't have anyone! Let's go find my dad. It's time to need him to serve the people!"

(End of this chapter)