kingnovel Chapter 1222 Still About the Composition
Chapter 1222 Still About the Composition
Da Bao and Lu Jianbang walked side by side toward the car. He noticed that Lu Jianbang's brows were furrowed, and knowing that something must have happened, he asked with a smile.
"Uncle, what's wrong? What happened?"
Lu Jianbang sighed helplessly. The central government was pressuring him, so he had no choice but to tell Da Bao the truth.
"Something happened in Nanhe Province. The higher authorities have sent a working group there, but... the people are very resistant, and the work is not going smoothly."
The higher-ups' message is that the "Four Cleanups and Five Antis" campaign has already begun in southern Fujian, so there's little point in your work group staying here.
Da Bao lifted his younger sister up a little, but Cuicui was still fast asleep. She unconsciously hugged her brother's neck tightly.
"Does the higher-ups mean I should take people to Nanhe Province?"
Lu Jianbang nodded.
“Nanhe is an old revolutionary base area located in the Central Plains, with a strong foundation among the local people. In theory, after this incident, the working group was investigating and handling the matter, but the locals were not cooperating at all. They even surrounded the entire village. People from the county, city, and even the province sent people over, but they couldn’t even get into the village.”
This incident has attracted attention from all sides, and everyone wants to know why it has turned out this way. The reason you were sent there is probably because your superiors have also realized that something is amiss.
I hope to use your help to uncover the truth and punish those who deserve punishment. I believe you will not tolerate those who have harmed the public.
Da Bao looked back at Uncle Qing and Zuo Mingyue. It seemed they would have to take the child back to the capital first, but there was still one problem to solve.
Dabao said after a moment of hesitation.
"This year, Nam Ha province suffered a severe drought, and the fields yielded almost no harvest. It's already the Lunar New Year, and I believe every household has run out of food. If I'm going there, I can't go empty-handed."
Lu Jianbang turned to look at Da Bao.
"You mean you're going to take the relief food with you?"
The whole country is treasuring relief grain like it's their own eyes; there's simply no way they can spare any more.
Dabao continued.
"This time in Macau and Hong Kong, we obtained five tons of gold. I have already asked Guo Yingnan to buy grain in Southeast Asia and then donate it to the country in Guo Yingnan's name. In addition, Zhong Qingfa's money in HSBC, about 20 million US dollars, has also been exchanged for grain."
This amount is a drop in the ocean compared to the national total, but for Nanhe Province, it could save many lives.
Lu Jianbang's furrowed brows relaxed upon hearing this. He wasn't just happy about the grain, but genuinely happy for his nephew. Such a large sum of money, he could just produce it so readily—few people in this world could do that.
No one in the world is immune to the allure of fame and fortune. Lu Jianbang considers himself a proletarian fighter, so why is he so overjoyed when the state gives him two jin of meat ration coupons?
In life, all forms of dedication must have their limits. Since the advent of Confucianism, scholars have been ashamed to speak of fame and fortune, considering them external and unsavory. Yet, they spend their entire lives striving for these two things.
Da Bao lives a very authentic life, at least more authentic than most people. He never hides his desire for fame and fortune, nor does he use false words to embellish himself. Perhaps it is precisely because of this that his methods are so ruthless, and a considerable number of senior executives in the central government are willing to risk their lives to protect him.
"Uncle, the current priority is to report this to the higher-ups and get me to take some grain with me."
Lu Jianbang said with a smile.
"Don't worry, I'll communicate with the central command. However, the amount of food you can take with you is probably not much. In the army, the training schedule has been changed from three days to five days. The soldiers usually study in their classes and dare not move around too much, otherwise they will get hungry very quickly."
Your shipment of grain has arrived. It should be used to replenish the army first, but in any case, some will eventually be allocated to it.
Da Bao remained silent for a long time. They walked to the car, and Da Bao seemed a little downcast.
"The situation next year will be even more severe than this year. The north will continue to suffer from severe drought, while the south will be flooded. I hope your leaders can plan ahead and come up with countermeasures as soon as possible."
Lu Jianbang nodded silently. Now he was the head of a province, no longer the police chief he used to be. He now considered things more comprehensively.
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The train sped across the snow-covered landscape, from the verdant mountains and clear waters of southern Fujian to the snow-covered plains of central China, where the weather changed from gloomy and cold to dry and chilly.
Da Bao sat on the train bound for Nanhe, his thoughts following Zuo Mingyue and the others. At the previous train station, Zuo Mingyue, along with the children and Cuicui, got off the train and boarded the train back to Beijing.
As the vehicle started moving, thinking of his daughter and sisters' red, tear-stained faces, Da Bao's mood sank to rock bottom. The other members of the work group knew that their leader was in a bad mood, so they stayed in their own private compartments and didn't bother him.
Jin Hai sighed. Most of the time, he regarded Da Bao as a god, mature and wise. No matter what the problem was, it would be solved easily in his hands. Only at this time did Da Bao truly act like a twenty-year-old young man.
He picked up the materials on the table and knocked on the door of Da Bao's private room. Da Bao, wearing a military overcoat, was standing at the window looking at the snow outside. Hearing the knock, he called out "Come in" without turning his head.
Jin Hai placed the materials on the small table. Only then did Da Bao turn his gaze away from the scenery outside the window, shake off his coat, and sit down. Back in China, Da Bao usually wore a military uniform.
He refused the bodyguards sent by the General Staff. After all, he had too many secrets, and if he had two bodyguards by his side, it was hard to guarantee that they wouldn't discover some clues.
Da Bao poured Jin Hai a glass of water and then listened quietly to Jin Hai's report.
"Team leader, according to the information sent by Nanhe, this incident happened in Xiaochenzhuang, Bianliang. The reason is that when class status was determined in 1950, there was a family that owned a tofu shop, a donkey, a hired farmhand, and twenty mu of land."
According to his criteria, he could be classified as either a middle peasant or a rich peasant. However, for some reason, the land reform work team at the time assigned him the classification of rich peasant.
In order to complete the task assigned by their superiors, the local production team compiled a list, which included this family as one of the wealthy households. The production team then submitted the list.
As a result, the family disagreed and argued with the production team, which escalated into a physical altercation. The production team reported the incident to the commune, which then dispatched the police to bring the entire family back to the commune…
Jin Hai hesitated for a moment, then left it unsaid, but everyone knew this matter couldn't be left unresolved...