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Chapter 100 The Red Book

The scalp was smashed, the blood from the wound made red eyes, the deputy factory director's dead mouth was stiff,
"As soon as you are a small salt patrol officer without a title, you close your eyelids and pretend you don't know, so you want to break in, but after smashing the dishes, can you cover it?"

"How can it not be covered?"

The one who made the sound was Shi Dahai, who had been watching from the sidelines. He was yawning very loosely,
"Just Dao Yin's official university? Who doesn't have a simple senior official as the boss. I am the director of the transportation bureau. I am no lower than Dao Yin's official title. Let the section chief come out to suppress? It's a little lower."

(Boss: It has been inherited since the end of the Qianlong period, and it is also called the General Office of the new government-run organization.)
Shi Hai was talking to Wu Qingzhi.

General against general, soldier against soldier.

Wu Qing Shihai's official rank is not enough, but the two of them are doing errands for the Transportation Bureau. If they really messed up people during the errands, someone will carry them back for them.

Having received Shi Dahai's words, Wu Qing pushed the muzzle of the gun against the deputy director's forehead even more,
"Either get out of the way, or let the people you mentioned jump out now, so as to keep your head from blowing out."

The deputy factory manager was anxious, and the directors naturally couldn't jump out to protect him, but his factory manager gave him thousands of orders not to let outsiders into their factory, otherwise, what would happen if people watched the scene inside? Is good.

The deputy director of the factory had guessed for a long time, why didn't the two salt patrolmen come in?Now when he heard that Shi Haina's own bureau chief came out to suppress people, he became even more certain.

I'm afraid it wasn't because the factory's dividends didn't reach the transportation bureau that the two salt patrolmen made an excuse.

It should be noted that a considerable part of the source of funds for poor factories is charity donations from the society.

Mrs. Kuo, Miss Kuo; a small boss with a little extra money; ordinary people who are not happy with themselves but can't see the suffering in the world.

They donated with tears in their eyes.

It is to let the factory do good deeds, the problem is that they did not do it.

The gentry's money will be returned in full, and the common people's money will be divided.

Not only that, but also let the beggars work day and night, a steady stream of textiles, matches, and hardware products are sold from the beggar factory to the market at a low price, and several small categories are exported to other provinces.For the directors, they have earned huge profits.

This matter is stuffy in the pot, hello and me.But when outsiders saw it, something was wrong.

It can be said that the Bureau of Transportation sent these two salt patrols here just to take off the cover and get some handles back to deal with it, so that the Bureau of Transportation can intervene in the poor factories.

That's why you don't want the gift money he hastily prepared, is it too little?
This makes it impossible for people to enter.

The deputy factory director who thought he had figured out the tricks, said quickly,

"The distribution of benefits, how can us small people get involved? Be careful that the two of you have made a gun for someone, and I will beat you later!"

Wu Qing didn't bother to pay attention to the deputy director's self-criticism.

The black umbrella in Cao's hand lifted the deputy factory director from a half-sitting posture, and when he retracted the gun, he slapped the stunned deputy factory director back with his right hand, and then pulled his hair and raised his foot to shake his hands. His right arm was like a pole, Then the deputy factory manager slammed into the human wall formed by the factory inspectors.

Wu Qing has an easier way, such as going back and asking the captain Chang Ying to approve a note.

But it's too troublesome and time-consuming.Knowing that there were ghosts raging, Wu Qing went back and asked for a approval note before handling the case.

The seemingly unruly, but quite chivalrous Shi Dahai should not be happy to see himself doing this.He said something to help him before, which showed that Wu Qing's guess was right.

The deputy factory manager's facial contours were pulled out of shape, and he drew back his hand, which was pierced back by the umbrella tip stabbed by Wu Qing.

The deputy director of his own factory was grabbed and bumped over.

Even though they had sticks and rifles, the inspectors did not dare to do anything, but they also did not dare to give in to the orders from the deputy factory manager.

The human wall is not a flat piece, each person has the thickness of the bony protrusions, the tightness of the muscles, not to mention the short hardwood sticks that they want to hide behind, but have no time to hide at all.The deputy factory director who was thrown in with great force, sometimes seemed to hit cotton, and sometimes seemed to hit hardwood, soft or hard.I just felt that there was strength in front, back, left, and right, and there were bloodstains on my face.

Wu Qing was supporting the back of his head and pressing down hard enough.

The deputy factory manager couldn't suppress the pain, and screamed,

"Pain, pain, pain... get out of the way!"

The inspectors looked at each other in blank dismay, not daring to fire a shot, not daring to shoot a stick, they all turned sideways to give way.

Wu Qing led, followed by Shi Dahai, and Chen Xiaowen was the last, and entered the gate of Liuqi factory through the corridor that the inspectors gave way to.

Behind the iron gate.

A solitary flagpole stood on a clearing, with the national flag of the Republic of China on the top, and the eighteen-star flag fluttering in the blue sky.

The open space extends to several rows of long red-roofed brick sheds. There are hanging lights in the sheds, which are still shining with dim yellow light, and the busy figures inside are swaying.

Behind the shed was another wall, behind which stood the dark shadows of two small buildings.

Just after entering the door, Shi Dahai slapped his forehead, dazedly, as if he just got out of a wine jar, took out a small red booklet from the left breast pocket of his uniform, full of regret,
"How did I forget this thing?"

"what?"

Wu Qing asked.

"Our Nanyu Road Township Envoy, General Guan Chunwu, personally signed a special pass that is only available to official salt patrols. Except for the Township Envoy, Dao Yin, and the County Governor's Office, all other government offices and pass holders are free to pass. Officials and businessmen Joint ventures and non-governmental units must not obstruct the investigation of the certificate holders, and must cooperate with the certificate holders."

I also know that the second anti-smuggling team has been handling cases for so long, and it is inevitable to deal with various powerful figures.

Most of the ghosts are born of those who hate the dead. The wealthy people, the government-owned factories, and the dirty things are no less than the majority of the bottom people. The lives in their hands are probably more than the sum of the bottom people, if not worse.

Salt policemen exorcise ghosts, but they can't take their dirty work together, how can they agree?
As for the patrol officers of the second anti-smuggling team of the Transportation Bureau, if they really care about it, it is also for the sake of the generals to stabilize the rear.

How could it be possible to suppress the news so tightly without Shang Fang's sword?

I should have thought of it earlier.

Wu Qing sighed,
"Brother Hai, your words are smooth enough, you don't look drunk at all."

Shi Dahai laughed, "Blame me, blame me, I woke up after being blown by the night wind."

Wu Qing glanced at the deputy factory director who was being dragged by him, blood was seen on his forehead, and he was holding his painful abdomen with a bitter face, and then he looked at Chen Xiaowen, who was behind him, staring at the deputy factory director, with a happy expression.

Throwing aside the deputy factory manager casually, he took the special pass from Shi Dahai's hand, but Shi Dahai didn't hold on to it.

He took it out, just to use it for Wu Qing.

Wu Qing then unfolded the pass in front of the deputy factory manager,

"Is this stuff good enough?"

The deputy director looked at the end of the pass, the red seal of the guard, and the signature of Guan Chunwu, who was in full swing.

"You two masters should have taken out this red book earlier. Even if I had the guts of a bear, I wouldn't dare to stop it."

Wu Qing gave Shi Dahai a sideways look, and said to the deputy factory manager angrily,
"Stop complaining, you planted the evil fruit yourself, and someone wants to teach you a lesson, so I'm not going to take it lightly."

Showing the pass to the deputy factory manager is of course to aggravate his authority.

With this thing, many things are much simpler.

(End of this chapter)