Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Chapter 1240 A person who won't die without illness—anyone who dares to lay a dirty hand on him

Da Bao returned to the guesthouse in a state of turmoil. This Du Yan was clearly a chatterbox, or perhaps a paranoid individual? Should he be used or not? That was indeed a question.

Du Yan was unaware that he had missed a golden opportunity. He rose to power because of his sharp tongue, and he also fell because of it.

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The February 7th Square in Xingzhou was built to commemorate the February 7th Strike. The towering monument, scarred and marked with marks, stands as a testament to history and a symbol of the people's struggle and resistance.

The conference stipulated that each unit should organize its personnel to enter the venue at 7:30 a.m. and the meeting would officially begin at 8:30 a.m. Da Bao arrived at Erqi Square at 7:00 a.m. with his work group members and guards.

Now, the work group members listen to Da Bao without question and admire him immensely. The last work group came for seven days and did nothing but chat with people.

I thought the work would be difficult, but who knew that after Team Leader Qin arrived with his men, they solved the problem in Xiaochenzhuang in just one day. They also effortlessly broke through at the provincial guesthouse, arresting twelve corrupt and bureaucratic officials.

This still doesn't go any deeper. If we dig deeper, we could catch all 120 people. But the team leader said that these 12 people are just the starting point. As long as we can get the masses involved, this "Four Cleans and Five Antis" conference will no longer be a matter of whether the provincial government decides to hold it or not, but something that must be done.

A thin layer of snowflakes began to fall from the sky again. These snowflakes, falling to the ground, did nothing to help the parched earth; they only increased the cold.

Da Bao changed into a brand-new military uniform and put on a military overcoat. He led his work team to the monument to pay tribute to the martyrs. The members of the work team also bowed deeply with Da Bao.

This scene was witnessed by the workers from various units who arrived first. When the workers saw that these people were either wearing military uniforms or woolen overcoats, and that they were accompanied by dozens of fully armed guards, they knew that they must be important figures from the central government.

Seeing these important figures showing such respect to the revolutionary martyrs warmed the hearts of the workers. Sometimes, a seemingly innocuous gesture can warm everyone's heart.

The platform has been erected, about half a meter off the ground. It's quite spacious and located just below the monument.

Da Bao stood with his hands behind his back on the steps of the monument, watching the workers entering. The scene was familiar, yet strangely so.

There were so many people, more than twice as many as when the Minnan Conference was held. It took them a good 40 or 50 minutes to get in. Despite the cold, everyone sat on the ground. The biting wind couldn't dampen the workers' enthusiasm. Little did they know that this conference would change their lives for more than a decade.

With ten minutes left before the meeting, city leaders began to enter. These leaders, with stern faces and not a trace of a smile, took their seats in the back row in order. Their anxious expressions were clearly observed by Da Bao.

Da Bao sneered. No one dies without illness. Since you dare to extend your dirty hands, you should be prepared to be chopped off.

The reason he targeted officials from some provincial departments but not those from the city was to wait until today, to expose them one by one at the conference.

In 1955 or 1956, Nanhe began to implement joint public-private ownership. Even now, many enterprises are still managed by the state, but the shares are in the hands of capitalists. In his report to Gai Wenting, Da Bao pointed out that many of the "Four Cleanups and Five Antis" campaigns, such as corruption, decadence, lavish banquets, and bureaucracy, all included capitalists.

Many cadres have fallen victim to the sugar-coated bullets of capitalists, which is also the main purpose of this conference: to expose bad elements and nationalize enterprises.

Gai Wenting walked slowly with provincial leaders, and the crowd applauded. Da Bao descended the steps one by one, and Gai Wenting quickly took two steps forward and clasped Da Bao's hands tightly.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Da Bao shook hands with each of the provincial leaders before taking his seat in the front row. Gai Wenting sat in the head seat, and Da Bao sat to his left.

Currently, the two of them are the highest-ranking, and Da Bao also plays a supervisory role.

The host of the conference was Zhao Chunhe, the director of the municipal government's office. Holding the microphone, he secretly groaned. This host was different from the usual ones. He had never held such a conference before and didn't know anything about the procedures. If he messed it up, he would embarrass himself in front of the leaders and might lose his job.

However, the conference could not be cancelled, so Zhao Chunhe had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow the usual meeting procedures, inviting the main provincial and municipal leaders to speak, and then inviting Da Bao to speak.

Da Bao was also helpless. If Da Chang Lian and the others were here, he wouldn't have had to go through all this trouble.

"The purpose of this meeting is not to bring down anyone, nor to make things difficult for anyone. The main point is to remind everyone to look around and see if there are such people. If so, please take the initiative to expose and report them, so they can be brought to the stage and made to suffer."

The first person I'd like to introduce is not a high-ranking official, but he wields considerable power. Even Secretary Gai sometimes has to listen to him. He is Ma Huaiyuan, known as the provincial government's chief steward, and was the former director of the provincial government's office.

This person is quite remarkable; in just two and a half years in office, he has already amassed over 30,000 yuan through bribery, accepting bribes, and embezzlement…

The crowd erupted in cheers. Da Bao beckoned to a young man sitting in the front row, who nervously ran up to the platform and stood in front of Da Bao.

Da Bao said gently.

"Don't be nervous, young master. I just want to ask you, how much is your salary?"

Upon hearing that this was the question, the young man felt relieved and spoke loudly.

"I've been working for two years, and my current salary is 21 yuan a month."

Da Bao laughed heartily, but everyone could hear the bitterness in his laughter.

"This young worker worked for two years, earning 21 yuan a month. He worked from dawn till dusk every day. In this way, Ma Huaiyuan embezzled money in two and a half years, which our workers would have to work themselves to the bone for 120 years to earn back."

Is this fair? Should we bring him down? Should we step on him?

Da Bao's words were so down-to-earth that even without anyone else's help, the young man jumped up as if he had stepped on a cat's tail, raising his arms and shouting.

Down with corrupt officials!

Everyone joined in the shouting, and the entire Erqi Square was filled with waving red flags and deafening roars.

The young man stepped off the stage, his chest still bulging with anger. He glared hatefully at Ma Huaiyuan, who was being pressed down on him, and couldn't help but jump back onto the stage, slapping Ma Huaiyuan twice across the face. He was furious; all the money he had earned over 120 years had been embezzled by Ma Huaiyuan. That scoundrel had to be beaten.