12dz Chapter 1135 You won't believe it until you investigate, and what you find will shock you.
Chapter 1135 You won't believe it until you investigate, and what you find will shock you.
The ship stopped, and five or six gangways were lowered. Naval combat troops began boarding. They were all highly trained; after climbing aboard, they jumped onto the ship, immediately raised their rifles, and warily watched ahead.
When the soldiers saw what was happening before them, they were completely dumbfounded. They saw a group of Russian soldiers huddled in a corner, trembling uncontrollably, while the ground was littered with corpses and blood had soaked the entire deck.
A young man in military uniform was sitting on a large bundle of ropes, smoking. The soldiers cautiously approached. Da Bao threw his cigarette butt on the ground, jumped off the rope, took out his work ID from his pocket, and handed it to the captain who had just climbed up.
The captain opened it and was immediately startled. He quickly stood at attention and saluted.
"Hello, Chief."
Da Bao waved his hand, looked at the growing number of soldiers, and turned to the old captain.
"Can you speak Chinese?"
The old captain nodded.
"Thank you for saving us."
Dabao said with a smile,
"It's nothing. Since you're on our territory, we'll definitely ensure your safety."
Standing on the deck, gazing at the boundless sea, Da Bao felt refreshed and invigorated. Indeed, only the vast ocean could broaden one's mind.
The soldiers had rescued Jin Hai and Chen Changwu. The two came to Da Bao's side, and he looked guilty. It was because of his blind confidence that he went to find Zhang Guangwen without guards, which almost ruined his life.
"Team leader, I apologize and request the organization to punish me."
Da Bao patted him on the shoulder, and the three of them went to the edge of the deck together. Da Bao stretched and looked at the rising sun.
"We've suffered so much, and we haven't even been credited yet. What's with the self-criticism? Go back and rest. Looks like today's meeting won't be able to proceed. Tomorrow, we'll turn this entire city of Fujian upside down."
Jin Hai and Chen Changwu exchanged a glance and excitedly replied, "Yes, it's a real treat to work under such a leader."
Da Bao now fully understands the significance of the central government sending him and his work group to southern Fujian. The situation here is too complicated, and a slight misstep could lead to complete failure. Fortunately, he knows from his previous life that starting with the grassroots people makes it easier to resonate with them.
Once the masses are mobilized, these scoundrels will have nowhere to hide.
The ship returned to port, the Topps having suffered heavy losses. The first mate, chief engineer, engine room crew, and over a dozen crew members were all killed. The old captain sent a telegram home, repeatedly praising the people of the new nation for saving them and minimizing the damage from the pirate raid.
Da Bao breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know if this counted as him changing history, but it didn't matter. He wouldn't take these things to heart anyway.
After Jin Hai and Chen Changwu woke up from their nap in the afternoon, Da Bao called everyone to the conference room to summarize the work of the past few days.
Li Juan from the National Audit Office, along with colleagues from the provincial and municipal audit bureaus, was checking customs entry and exit documents. What they found was shocking: one-third of the entry and exit documents did not match, which meant that the country had lost tens of millions of yuan in taxes.
It's important to understand that tens of millions in that era would be equivalent to hundreds of billions in later years. The head of the Minzhou Customs, who was attending a meeting in Beijing, was summoned by the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection as soon as he left his home and placed under investigation. He was ordered to explain his situation at a designated time and place.
It would be a joke if the customs chief didn't know about such a huge oversight. When the disciplinary committee found more than a dozen boxes of gold jewelry in the customs chief's home, the whole country was shocked.
No one could have imagined that a small customs office could be so corrupt. The entire leadership of the General Administration of Customs was removed from office, the National Audit Office organized more than a dozen working groups to go to customs offices across the country, and the state issued an order that, effective immediately, no ship could enter or leave port for half a month.
This caused capitalists across the country to panic, like ants on a hot plate. Only a few were quick enough to flee the country; the rest were investigated.
These are all things for later. Right now, Da Bao is busy organizing a nationally sensational public denunciation rally in Mindu, a part of the Four Cleanups and Five Antis Movement. This time, he's joined forces with several functional departments, including the provincial procuratorate and the provincial court. After the on-site denunciation, a public trial and sentencing rally will be held immediately.
For this meeting, hundreds of people worked tirelessly day and night to compile the materials. At this time, there were still seven days left before the Chinese New Year, and Da Bao was also extremely busy. Little did he know that a huge surprise was about to befall him.
A major conference is being held in Mindu, and all counties and cities in southern Fujian are required to send representatives to attend. The entire city of Mindu will have a holiday on the day of the conference, and all organizations are expected to send all their personnel to the square to participate.
The stage for the event was set up well in advance, with five or six microphones prepared. Loudspeakers were placed in every corner of the square, banners were unfurled on the stage, and dozens of red flags fluttered in the wind on both sides of the stage.
The hosts of today's conference are neither provincial nor municipal leaders, but two relatively unknown individuals. However, after today's conference, these two people will be household names in southern Fujian.
The man with the long face stood on the stage, directing the staff as they arranged things. He straightened up and looked at the wide square, as if it were all a dream. He never imagined that one day he would stand on such a stage, with all the provincial and municipal leaders dancing under his baton. If he told them to go left, they had to go left; if he told them to go right, they had to go right.
He walked to the edge of the platform, and the people passing by bowed to him respectfully and called him Factory Director. At that moment, he felt as light as a swallow, as if a gust of wind was blowing and he was about to take off. He realized that a person could be so excited. It seemed that he had only ever felt this way on his wedding night.
Wang Qiuju and Qiu Fengqin ran over, followed by Luo Xiaoxue carrying a bundle of red armbands. Wang Qiuju was wearing a brand-new green military uniform, without a military cap, and a wide leather belt was tied around her waist.
Wang Qiuju excitedly raised her left arm to show the long-faced man. His gaze was immediately drawn to it; the red armband had two large yellow characters: Revolution.
The line below in smaller print reads: Mindu City Heavy Machinery Plant Combat Team.
This is the first time since the founding of the People's Republic of China that such a spontaneous organization has emerged, and this is something that can be recorded in history.
The man with the long face looked Wang Qiuju and the others over. These three women were completely different from the day before yesterday. Qiu Fengqin seemed to have straightened her back a lot, and Luo Xiaoxue no longer had that timid and submissive look.
The military uniforms worn by the three women were all obtained for them by Da Bao from the military district. He also provided Qiu Fengqin and Luo Xiaoxue with a belt each.
As the saying goes, clothes make the man, and with these military uniforms, belts, and red armbands, the three of them walk with a confident stride...