The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 87 The Qian Family's Ancestors' Legacy (asking for monthly tickets)
It was pitch black in the early morning of November 11th.

This was the first time Qian Jin arrived at Port Jia so early.

With Xu Weidong, he had a clear understanding of all the black markets in Haibin City.

Jiu Tiao Lane is the closest black market to his residence, and Jiagang Black Market is the most chaotic in Haibin City.

In the night, ships at sea hung lights, and searchlights illuminated the sea from several docks.

The tide surged and had already reached the fifth step of the breakwater. The waves crashed against the concrete dam with a loud noise, covering up the sounds of black market transactions.

This black market relies on warehouses to exist.

The warehouse was locked before the porters left work, and those who came to trade on the black market were in the shadows behind the warehouse.

There are so many people, it’s like a market.

Qian Jin carried a urea bag on his shoulder like an old farmer, and walked around looking around grunting.

The black market in Jiagang has the posture of a regular army, and it is divided into regions.

The household items area has furniture, kitchen utensils, clothes, shoes, various kettles and even radios. Qian Jin also saw a TV.

There was also a small area selling entertainment items, and he saw gramophones, erhu, and violins.

Among them, the phonograph looked antique, and the seller assured him that it belonged to the second concubine of Duan Qirui, a warlord in the Republic of China.

There is also an area for popular goods, where watches, bicycles, sewing machines, and radios, which are popular all over the country, are very common.

Qian Jin looked helpless.

Compared with here, the variety of goods in Jiu Tiao Lane is too poor.

If he had known that he could buy a bicycle on the black market, why would he have bothered to exchange the bicycle ticket?
The traders on the black market in Port Jia were also very bold, shouting at the top of their lungs:
"If you're looking for a wife for your son, come see me. I have Gongnong brand sewing machines and Guangming brand watches, all new!"

"I've just got a comic book of 'Romance of the Three Kingdoms'. There are so many comic books of all kinds. Hey, I also have books. I have books here too. College students, come on over!"

"Candies, snacks, and teas are flowing out of the Friendship Store. Comrades, if you have money and tickets, come over and have some good food!"

The crowd swept him towards a stall:
"Do you have textbooks? Do you have a complete set of high school mathematics textbooks?"

"Do you have any English textbooks? My son wants to apply to a university that teaches foreign languages, where the competition is less intense."

"I need a fountain pen and ink, either refill or refill is fine, they must be new. I got ripped off last time when I bought used ones..."

Upon hearing this, Qian Jin put down the urea bag on his shoulder and started tinkering with it: "Here are pens and ink, the price is fair, and any bills are fine!"

A flashlight pierced the bag like a knife, and a cry of surprise rang out: "So many candies? My goodness, did you rob the food factory?"

Qian Jin said hurriedly: "Candy is cheap. As I said before, anyone with money and tickets can do it!"

He has a lot of good stuff here.

Suddenly, more than ten people gathered around.

In order to lure out the robbers tonight, he brought in current hard currency, and the price he quoted was even lower than when he was in Jiujiao Lane, so the goods were sold quickly.

There were also dealers coming to him to buy goods, but a fat man behind him squeezed them out of the way and winked at Qian Jin: "Brother, I've bought all the pens. Look what I have here!"

He handed over a ticket.

Qian Jin's heart started beating fast when he saw it.

This fat guy has good stuff.

It turned out to be a TV ticket.

He took the ticket and examined it carefully. The fat man sneered, "Don't worry, Comrade. This is a special ticket from the Supply and Marketing Cooperative. It's worth a 14-inch Panda TV. It couldn't be more real!"

Qian Jin had promised to buy a TV for the Liujia Production Team in exchange for a big black ten coin, so he exchanged twenty pens and twenty bottles of ink for this ticket.

I sold out the entire bag of goods by both selling and exchanging them.

Qian Jin deliberately shook the bag and said, "Sorry, comrades, there's nothing..."

Two bundles of unity slid out at once.

The sound of swallowing saliva was surprisingly clear in the noisy black market.

Qian Jin was shocked and quickly picked up the money and stuffed it into his pocket: "Damn it, why did you hide it in this bag!"

He rolled up the bag and walked out quickly without stopping.

There was a sound of an iron barrel overturning from behind, and several shadows were coming from behind the warehouse.

A dealer who often hangs out in the black market sneered, "You're a stranger, and you dare to bring all these guys out? You're courting death!"

There are many people secretly eyeing Qian Jin.

When the flashlight shone over there, seven or eight pairs of eyes glowed like wolves.

He clearly saw a scoundrel wearing Feili shoes and holding a cigarette butt in his mouth following him.

Seeing Qian Jin turning around, the second-rate guy put the triangular scraper into his sleeve.

Seeing this, Qian Jin ran even faster.

After leaving the black market and circling the warehouse, we finally stopped at a dead end.

The way was blocked by the back wall of a warehouse.

Three dark shadows surrounded them immediately.

Qian Jin shone the flashlight over there.

The scarred leader swung his belt and said, "Let me lend you some money. I promise I won't hurt you."

Another group of people came and said, "Daozi, whoever sees it gets it. We targeted him first."

Qian Jin backed up against the wall and said, "Comrades, we shouldn't do this just for money, right?"

"Aren't you ruining the reputation of Port A by doing this? Who would dare to come here in the future?"

Scarface said nonchalantly, "What does it have to do with us brothers whether you come or not?"

"There are millions of people in the entire city of Haibin, and they need you?"

"And how many crew members come to the port every day? You idiot, Port A is short of everything except people!"

Qian Jin took out a pack of cigarettes and gestured: "Comrades, how about a cigarette? We are all children of the underworld..."

"Fuck! Cigarettes from outside! We've caught a fat sheep today!" Another strong man said as he was going to come up and catch him.

Qian Jin looked behind him.

He was talking to delay time to see if anyone else would come.

At the moment, it seems that these two groups are staring at him.

So he just raised the pepper spray and rushed over to the strong man and sprayed him: "Go!"

The strong man covered his face and screamed.

A dazzling white light suddenly appeared in a blind spot in the warehouse.

Twelve Tiger-head brand flashlight beams shot across each other, pinning the eight robbers in the light spots.

They are all thousand-year-old foxes, and they know what is going on as soon as they hear the word "take action".

Some people shouted "The wind is blowing!", while others took action fiercely!
Scarface swung his belt and attacked with a whistling sound.

The moment Qian Jin retracted his neck and squatted down, a figure pounced down on his head.

Zhang Aijun jumped down, and his canvas work clothes were inflated into a parachute by the cold wind.

Before Scarface could see who was coming, he was hit on the knee by an old-fashioned grappling technique and fell to his knees.

"Catch him alive!" Wang Dong landed on the ground and rolled over. He flipped up like a kite, and the copper buckle on his belt clanged against the cargo box.

At the same time, he stepped on the ground with his safety shoes and knocked a man to the ground before he could escape.

The other two thugs turned to run, but ran into the barbed wire fence that Zhao Bo and his men had erected. A young man in a plaid jacket got his trouser leg caught on the barbed wire. He tore at it, tearing it apart, revealing the indigo anchor tattoo on his ankle.

A robber ran out and picked up a metal dustpan and used it as a gong: "Catch the speculators here! Urgent action!"

Seeing this, Xu Weidong went to lock up the scar-faced strongman and free Zhang Aijun: "Don't let them report it!"

Zhang Aijun rushed over like a whirlwind, caught up with the young man who was pounding the iron dustpan and knocked him down.

Wang Dong was the most active tonight. He swung out his weapon belt and grabbed the skinny guy, then pulled him to the ground and wrapped it around his legs. "Run? Do you think my weapon belt is a trouser belt?"

Others raised their hands and shouted, "Everyone stop! Hold your head and get down on the ground! If you run again, we'll shoot you! If you fight back, you'll be killed!"

Zhu Tao pulled a damaged rifle that had been confiscated by the police station but not turned in until it clicked: "Get down! Get down!"

Some people were frightened: "Why are they using the People's Liberation Army to arrest us vagrants?"

Qian Jin was most afraid that these robbers were carrying guns.

Guns are so common these days.

Fortunately.

It is estimated that the second-rate guys wandering around the black market rarely encounter tough guys. Most of them carry scrapers, daggers, bayonets, etc., and none of them carry guns.

After tying the men up, Xu Weidong quickly said, "Comrades, retreat, retreat! Once their main force arrives, we won't be able to escape!"

Five or six people carried one person, and a group of people grabbed people and ran away like mice carrying eggs.

Qian Jin has already planned the retreat route.

The journey was smooth.

The person was taken directly to the Taishan Road Security Station.

Pang Laifu was quite surprised: "You really caught someone?"

"We caught two groups of people!" Wang Dong was very proud.

Zhang Aijun searched Scarface and found a pistol hidden in his pants!
It was wet, I couldn't tell if it was sweat or urine.

I feel scared after I get the money.

Fortunately, this guy was the first to take action and was subdued by Zhang Aijun first, otherwise there would be casualties if he had pulled out a gun!

Xu Weidong is carefree.

He snatched the gun, looked at it, sniffed it, and curled his lips: "Alright, it even gives off a body fragrance."

Even a pervert like Qian Jin felt that he was too perverted.

The Taishan Road Public Security Station became busy.

Huang Yongtao patted Wang Dong on the shoulder and said, "Okay, I'll give you credit for the first prize!"

Wang Dong was excited: "These two gangs are easy to catch. Let's catch a few more tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

Speaking of this, Qian Jin was a little surprised: "It's really not difficult to deal with them, why don't you arrest them?"

Cheng Hua said vaguely: "The port is not under our jurisdiction. We cannot enforce the law across jurisdictions."

Xu Weidong winked at Qian Jin, "You're just asking these unprofessional questions. There are so many black markets in Haibin City, why don't we just crack down on them all?"

"They are all related!"

Pang Laifu quickly explained: "Don't talk nonsense, it's really not true."

"These robbers in the Jiagang black market are local thugs. They are organized criminals."

"If the security forces come to arrest them, there are people in their house keeping watch who will immediately notify them to flee."

"If we set an ambush to arrest someone, they would beat drums and gongs and organize the elderly, weak, women and children to act rogue. So our colleagues in Jiagang were quite troubled. You guys helped them out this time."

Qian Jin remembered that when he was arresting someone just now, someone was indeed knocking on the iron dustpan.

Obviously they ran fast, otherwise they wouldn't be able to take people away easily.

A group of eight robbers were separated.

Cheng Hua dragged a middle-aged man into the interrogation room and shook out seven letters of introduction from different units from his lining pocket, all with formal seals.

He took a closer look and laughed: "While trying to catch rabbits by sniping at grass, they also caught someone forging official seals?"

Qian Jin hit Wang Dong on the shoulder.

Very lucky.

It was already dawn.

Qian Jin prepared to go home, pack up and go to work.

Temporary workers have no human rights and have to work overtime for regular workers on Sundays.

When he returned home, he saw an old man squatting at the door.

It turned out to be Master Duan!

The old man was wearing a washed-out blue cloth work suit, with a cowhide envelope printed with "Haifang Leather 1956" tucked into his elbow. Dark brown burn scars appeared on his cuffs, like a piece of old tree bark eroded by wind and rain.

Qian Jin was startled: "Master Duan, why are you here?"

He quickly opened the door, helped the person in and poured him a cup of hot water.

Master Duan's hands were shaking badly, but he had a smile on his face:

"I asked someone and found out that Zhang Hongbo was sentenced to 25 years!"

Qian Jin also smiled: "Good thing, he deserves it."

"It's too late, too late," Master Duan sighed. "I'll never forget the Qingming Festival in 1970. He forced my son to get on the Guangrong truck!"

Thinking of the past, the old man became excited and suddenly coughed violently.

Qian Jin tried to calm him down. He waved his hand and said, "That bastard threw my son's work diary into the boiler right in front of me."

"I thought no one could cure him in this lifetime. I didn't even dare to die. I didn't know how I would see my child after I died..."

The old man said with tears on his face: "Fortunately, God has eyes, and the leader will not forget the people who have been wronged."

"You have brought justice to my family. I once promised you that once Zhang Hongbo fell, I would return something that rightfully belonged to your family to you."

"You haven't been to my house these past two days, so I came to look for you. I knocked on the door just now but there was no response. I thought you were on the night shift."

Qian Jin explained: "I've been busy recently. What do you want to give me?"

Master Duan pointed to the envelope.

Qian Jin opened it and took a look.

Inside was a yellowed title deed.

The words "No. 18 Lushan Road" are clearly printed on mulberry paper from the th year of the Republic of China - a special paper used for important documents of local government books during the Ming and Qing Dynasties and the Republic of China.

The title deed has the seal of the Republic of China's Haibin Government, as well as the seal, signature and monogram of a man named Qian Henian.

Master Duan began to explain: "Old Shopkeeper Qian Henian is your grandfather, right?"

"Your ancestral home is on Kunlunshan Road. There are many other houses in other places. This house is a villa in Baitan Park. It was confiscated in 1953 and turned into a street guesthouse."

Qian Jin looked at the land deed and didn't know what to say.

This thing is precious, but it is also worthless.

Can the land deeds of the Republic of China still be used to govern villas in New China?

In fact, when Master Duan said he would give him something that belonged to his family, he guessed it might be a cultural relic or antique.

result……

That's it? !
(End of this chapter)