The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 78 Comrade Zhang Hongbo, please accept the organization's review (Please order first)

The real-name reporting letter has been personally delivered by Comrade Chang Shulin to the city’s responsible leaders.

If the organization sends a working group to investigate and collect evidence, Comrade Wei Xiangmi will mobilize street women representatives and victims to respond.

Qian Jin finally got a moment of leisure here.

He wiped the newly bought five-spring clock inside and out. The brass and gilt dial gleamed in the sunlight and was just the right size to fit into the gold box.

But after winding up the clock, the hands didn't move at all. Qian Jin felt nervous. This item must be a rare item that came out of a foreign company in the early years. How could it get stuck?
He had no choice but to put the five-spring clock on the shelf first.

He looked forward to seeing the price.

You will definitely make a fortune!
He has a good eye now.

Then the quote is:
8000 yuan!
Compared to what he paid, 8,000 yuan was a good gain.

But Qian Jin began to doubt his life.

Is my vision so poor?
He thought that this antique clock could be sold for at least tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of yuan, and if he was lucky, it might even be sold for hundreds of thousands of yuan.

As a result, the mall offered a price of only eight thousand!

Qian Jin read the message in disbelief and felt deeply regretful:

Gilt-copper, porcelain-panel, and painted enamel five-spring clock - 1902 - mass-produced by the French firm of Japi Brothers (slightly damaged, unusable).

There's nothing wrong with his vision.

It is indeed a Western clock, and it can barely be considered an antique in terms of age, but it is damaged and can no longer be used.

However, an antique clock with only minor damage is only worth 8000, so even if it is intact, it will not be worth much.

Apparently, this clock was not as rare as he had imagined.

But the price will definitely go up after it's repaired.

This clock is slightly damaged, and Qian Jin estimates that a master craftsman of this era should be able to repair it.

After all, this clock is only about 70 years old, so the maintenance technology is not interrupted.

He first put away the clock, then bought himself some clothes and shoes, as he was going to report to work tomorrow, Monday.

In the evening, Wei Qinghuan gave a lecture as usual.

The Study Commando classroom is now famous and has become a holy place in the hearts of young people in the entire street who are aspiring to take the college entrance examination.

Here there is a learning atmosphere, books, and teachers to answer questions, which are very rare nowadays.

The residents who had been criticizing Qian Jin for occupying collective housing on the streets a few days ago now had nothing to say. Instead, many people came to him to speak well of him and use their connections to reserve a place for their children in the classroom.

Qian Jin was quite helpless about this.

The room is so small and there are only a few people that can sit down.

Many members of the labor assault team also wanted to take the college entrance examination, so they naturally had priority to occupy seats.

Nowadays, except for students and unemployed young people, everyone else who wants to study has to use the evening time.

The situation of the labor commandos is special.

They don't have jobs in the true sense. They are actually a group of temporary workers who work when there is work to do and receive a subsidy of 50 cents a day.

If there is no life, they can rest.

Young people who want to take the college entrance examination now naturally hope to have a holiday. They don’t want to earn the 50 cents subsidy, but want to make good use of their time to study.

Zhang Hongbo understood their thoughts and tried his best to arrange work for them, a lot of work.

Before Qian Jin reported for duty in the morning, he would first organize the labor assault team as usual.

Labor tasks are issued.

Zhao Bo clutched the labor dispatch form and sucked his teeth. "Digging air-raid shelters, removing coal slag, painting walls—this Zhang guy is trying to use us like mules and horses!"

The team members saw that they didn't even want to rest for the whole day.

It was difficult for them to even find time to rest, and they immediately started complaining.

Qian Jin called a meeting of the five team leaders: "These work arrangements are unreasonable. We don't have to do all of them."

"But we can't just sit there and do nothing. Let's just sort out the urgent tasks and deal with the residents."

Zhao Bo said in embarrassment: "If the neighborhood committee director doesn't sign in the end, we won't get today's subsidy."

Qian Jin smiled and said, "Don't worry, I have a way to get him to sign."

Wang Dong asked casually, "Are you bragging?"

"Now the whole neighborhood knows Zhang Hongbo wants to get rid of you, and you're leaving your post to work at the supply and marketing cooperative. This gives him even more reason to get rid of our commando team."

Qian Jin swore that he was not bragging.

However, just a few minutes later he was slapped in the face:

Just as the five labor assault teams were about to line up to go to work, a jeep drove up and four staff members wearing blue Ministry of Labor uniforms and red armbands on their arms got out of the car and hurried into the gate.

Zhu Tao was very sharp-eyed and shouted hurriedly, "It's someone from the political work group!"

The political work group is specifically responsible for managing cadres.

Qian Jin, who was already riding his bicycle, quickly stopped the bike. The group rushed into the neighborhood committee, and then they heard a sentence coming from the director's office:

"Comrade Zhang Hongbo, come with us. The organization has some matters that require your cooperation in the review."

Wei Xiangmi hurried out of the office.

She met Qian Jin's face, her brow furrowed, her face filled with confusion: "What happened?"

Qian Jin was even more puzzled: "I don't know. I was just about to go and take a look."

"Then let's go and take a look together?"

"go!"

In the director's office, Zhang Hongbo was wiping an eight-inch porcelain statue of the leader. He stood in the morning sun, letting himself be bathed in the glow.

He was not panicked when faced with the political cadres who came to his door.

Gently putting down the porcelain statue of the leader, he smiled and said, "Team Leader Yang, what's the matter that requires you to come here in person? Can't you just give me a call?"

Team Leader Yang pulled out a piece of paper with a red seal from his wide pocket and handed it to him: "I have to deliver this personally."

Qian Jin stood on tiptoe to see what was written.

There's no way, I can't see it.

But he saw that Zhang Hongbo was no longer calm, and the smile he always had on his face turned into panic: "Hey, Team Leader Yang, this is slander!"

"I wanted to report to the organization early this morning..."

"Don't say these things to me, say them to the comrades who are investigating." Team leader Yang had a serious expression on his square face and his voice was as hard as if it had been forged by a hammer.

Zhang Hongbo looked even more panicked.

He picked up the enamel cup to drink water, his hands were shaking a little, and the iron lid fell on the glass table with a clang, splashing the tea in the cup.

This teacup was uniformly distributed by the city to neighborhood committee cadres. There is a circle of red painted words on it: Serve the People.

Team Leader Yang was very disdainful: "People like you can see the leader's instructions all the time, but you don't obey them, huh!"

Zhang Hongbo complained: "The organization hasn't spoken yet, so why are you making a final judgment on me?"

Qian Jin immediately said, "Because the leaders have seen many people like you!"

Wei Xiangmi even launched an attack: "Team Leader Yang, you've arrived just in time. I have some information I want to hand over to the organization."

"Last year, the state allocated funds to the neighborhood to organize earthquake prevention and disaster relief. There are some problems with the funds for our neighborhood. I took pictures of the earthquake shelters we built at the time, and I think there are problems with them too."

Qian Jin looked at the director of women's affairs in surprise.

This lesbian is so tough!
And they have been eyeing Zhang Hongbo for a long time.

Zhang Hongbo's temples were throbbing.

The sulfur gas produced by burning coal briquettes wafted in from outside the window, obviously someone was lighting a stove.

Someone had hung some salted fish on the window to dry in the sun, but the fishy smell combined with the sulfur smell created a unique mixed smell that made him want to vomit.

Team leader Yang gave a wink, and two young men in rubber shoes came up and held his arms.

Zhang Hongbo suddenly struggled to break free, and a button on the left lapel of his Zhongshan suit burst, revealing a stack of money and bills in the inner pocket.

These days, relevant departments do not enforce the law in a civilized manner.

Team leader Yang went up and took out the money and tickets, handed them to the remaining female staff member and said, "Register them first."

"Bringing so much money and tickets to work? Comrade Zhang Hongbo, I don't think you work at the neighborhood committee, you look more like you work at the supply and marketing cooperative!"

Zhang Hongbo pursed his lips and said nothing, just staring at Qian Jin.

Qian Jin wiped his tears with his sleeves:
"Director Zhang, you can go with peace of mind. With Director Wei and I, and the over fifty comrades in our assault team, we can't fail!" "When you get to the higher-level unit, you must cooperate fully with the investigation. Remember, leniency is given to those who confess, severity is given to those who resist. If you can repent and reform, you are still a good comrade of the people!"

There was laughter in the corridor.

Zhang Hongbo also laughed.

He suddenly became gentle and soft: "Captain Qian, the conflict between us is an internal conflict."

"Can you please talk to Team Leader Yang and stop messing around?"

This attitude and these words made Qian Jin stunned for a moment: (⊙⊙?)
Zhang Hongbo has been the director of the neighborhood committee for several years. How could he be so naive?
The higher authorities were about to investigate him, and he actually came to me to seek reconciliation?

Is this a desperate attempt or a last-ditch effort?
Team Leader Yang lost his patience and said, "Okay, Comrade Zhang Hongbo, it's time for us to go."

"Don't be afraid. Tell everything you have to say. If you've been wrongly accused, the organization will clear your name."

He gave a wink, and the two burly young men, one on each side, controlled the people and walked out.

When he reached the door and looked Qian Jin in the eye, Zhang Hongbo suddenly struggled again and roared:

"Qian Jin! You want to force me to death? No way! I'm telling you I'll be back!"

The two young men were well prepared.

They twisted Zhang Hongbo's arms skillfully, and his hands were handcuffed behind his back and pressed against the wall of the corridor, with his face pressed against the banner that read "Progressive Street".

Team leader Yang and the young woman drove away the onlookers, and then they sealed the doors and windows of the director's office with one applying glue and the other putting up seals.

After being stuffed into the jeep, Zhang Hongbo went crazy, banging his head against the glass and yelling hoarsely:
"Just wait, Qian Jin! I won't let it go like this!"

"I'm telling you! I have plenty of people! You, a young fool, want to fight me..."

"Just wait, you guys! I'm going to give you a hard time! You guys in the labor commando team won't get any jobs in the future. You'll just be drifters for the rest of your lives..."

After hearing this, Wang Dong was so angry that he picked up a brick to hit him.

Xu Weidong, who came over after hearing the news, stopped him and laughed: "Let him shout, I'm familiar with this matter, and what he shouts now counts as evidence!"

Wei Xiangmi has other evidence.

She asked for the copy of the account book that the neighborhood committee accountant had secretly made, and chased after the jeep and handed it to Team Leader Yang.

Kill him while he's sick.

The women's director acted steadily, accurately and ruthlessly.

After the jeep left, cheers were heard inside and outside the neighborhood committee.

More people came after hearing the news but missed the show, and kept slapping their thighs in regret.

They asked around.

The members of the labor assault team poured tea and water, added fuel to the fire and began to talk.

Wei Xiangmi asked with a smile, "Aren't you going to work?"

Wang Dong said excitedly: "My most important task today is to spread the news of Zhang Hongbo's arrest throughout the street!"

Wei Xiangmi said, "Okay, go ahead and spread the word."

"Captain Qian, didn't you say there was a way to get us full work today? Now that Director Zhang has been taken away, it seems you can't do it." A team member joked with a smile.

Qian Jin said: "You are wrong. It was because he was taken away that I was able to do it!"

He shouted to the crowd, "Everyone, be quiet and listen to me. As the saying goes, a train's speed depends on the locomotive, and as the saying goes, a snake cannot survive without a head."

"Zhang Hongbo has been arrested for illegal activities. Our Taishan Road Neighborhood Committee cannot be without a director. Since the higher-ups haven't appointed one, we will use democratic nomination to elect an interim director."

"I propose that Director Wei take the lead. Does anyone have any objections?"

Xu Weidong responded to his proposal: "The director of women's affairs is also the director. I think this is a good proposal!"

Now Zhang Hongbo, who was against Qian Jin, has fallen.

The only voice left in the labor commando team was Qian Jin's voice.

Naturally, no one objected to this proposal, and everyone applauded.

Wei Xiangmi followed suit and clapped, her pretty face filled with pride.

After such a delay, it was getting late, so Qian Jin hurried to the Supply and Marketing Cooperative to complete his job registration.

His employment was simple, as in this day and age there was no need for a physical examination and more emphasis was placed on political review.

His relevant documents had been taken away last week, so he went to the place with his household registration book to verify his identity, signed his name, received his work clothes and protective gloves, and then he could start work.

After all, he was just a porter, and a temporary worker at that, and his position was not taken seriously in terms of procedures.

He was assigned to work at the port warehouse, responsible for the handling of goods shipped by sea.

He rode his bicycle all the way to Port Jia, found the warehouse that used to belong to the commercial system, and went to see the captain with a letter of introduction to complete his report.

The Supply and Marketing Cooperative is a large organization with warehousing and transportation teams at various ports and terminals and even on major streets, which are under the jurisdiction of the Warehousing and Transportation Department.

The name of Jiagang's warehousing and transportation team is Jiagang Warehousing and Transportation Brigade, abbreviated as Jiagang Brigade. The brigade leader is a middle-aged man named Song Hongbing.

When Qian Jin entered the office, there was a handsome young man reporting in.

But Song Hongbing and his two colleagues seemed to have a problem with him. They left him aside and instead called on Qian Jin:

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?"

"Hello, leader. My name is Qian Jin, and I'm here to report." Qian Jin handed over the letter of introduction and a cigarette respectfully.

Hearing the name, the young man suddenly turned his head to look at him.

Her beautiful eyes widened.

Qian Jin also looked at him, he smiled and lowered his head again.

Seems quite shy.

Song Hongbing smiled when he saw the cigarette box: "Okay, Hongtashan 60 cents, Xiaoqian, you are a sensible comrade."

He took the whole box of cigarettes and pointed to the two boxes of cigarettes on the desk and said:

"Xiao Qian looks like a genuine comrade, unlike this guy? Comrade Wei the murderer, right?"

"Let me tell you something. I know you came to Port A to give a gift to your boss, but you couldn't have given your boss this thing as well, right?"

He picked up two packs of cigarettes and threw them back:

"Where did you find these? From your grandfather's treasure chest? Do you know that they are older than you?"

Qian Jin looked at the two boxes of cigarettes on the table.

Very surprised.

There were actually two boxes of Laodao brand cigarettes on the table!
He has been collecting cigarette labels, so he has some understanding of the popular cigarettes in society.

Laodao brand cigarettes are very famous in society. It is one of the earliest cigarette brands introduced to China.

During the Anti-Japanese War and the War of Liberation, its cigarette boxes were often used as contact codes, so it can always be seen in some current movies and TV shows.

In fact, this is a foreign cigarette, the brand is called "Pirate", and the name "Lao Dao" comes from the conspicuous big knife of the pirate in the icon of the cigarette box.

In 1952, domestic cigarette factories were renovated and "Old Knife" was renamed "Labor".

Old smokers are all aware of this, so when Song Hongbing saw the two boxes of cigarettes sent by the visitor still had the words "Lao Dao" on them, he knew that the cigarettes had a history of more than 20 years.

Tobacco is not old wine. After being stored for more than 20 years, it has lost its fragrance and may even become moldy and toxic.

Song Hongbing was dissatisfied with the young man who reported on this matter.

Qian Jin looked at the cigarette box carefully, and his heart began to stir.

The other young reporter was a bit introverted. Faced with Song Hongbing's ridicule, his face flushed red. After hesitating for a while, he managed a few words:

"Report to the leader, my name is not Wei the murderer, my name is Wei Xiongtu."

"It's the 'xiong' of great talent and strategy, and the 'tu' of rich pictures and texts..."

Song Hongbing laughed after hearing this: "Fuck, there's a scholar in our team!"

The other two laughed and Qian Jin laughed too.

He went up and stuffed two boxes of expired cigarettes into his pocket, then took out two boxes of Hongmei from his bag and quickly stuffed them under the letter of introduction in front of Song Hongbing:
"Leader, Comrade Wei Xiongtu is nearsighted. We actually came here together. He asked me for cigarettes but got the wrong ones."

Song Hongbing pushed the letter of introduction upwards and looked at Qian Jin in surprise.

He squinted his eyes as he read the letter of introduction and said, "Oh, Comrade Qian Jin, well, not bad, not bad."

"Okay, I'm not kidding you two anymore. We're pressed for time and have a lot of work to do. Now that you've joined our team, get to work."

He said to a middle-aged man wearing glasses, "Lao Liu, since they know each other, they can go together. You can take them there."

The man with glasses stood up with a smile and politely asked the two to leave.

(End of this chapter)