The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 102 Disrupting the Ghost Market, Fishing in Troubled Waters (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
At 10:00 AM sharp, a giant iron-hulled ship painted with the words 'ES2-S-Free' in white paint came ashore, sounding its horn.

Not long after the morning mist dissipated, many people could be seen standing on the deck indistinctly.

There were blonde, blue-eyed women wrapped in mink coats, strong, rough sailors smoking cigarettes, and several old men in suits looking around the port with great interest.

There were also many people standing on the dock.

There were stevedores squatting on the bollards, dressed in dark blue work clothes and old green military uniforms; porters with their hands tucked in; and sailors dressed in old green military uniforms.

Some of them had never seen a foreigner before and came to see something unusual.

But many more people were looking for an opportunity to board a ship and venture into the ghost market.

A black market organized by foreign devils.

Hu Shunzi gave everyone a short break and led the porters to a good spot to look at the ship.

Wei Xiongtu followed Qian Jin, somewhat worried, and asked in a low voice, "We've offended Captain Song. Do you think he might be hiding somewhere watching us now?"

“If we go to the ghost market, he might take the opportunity to call the police and arrest us, and then we'll be in trouble.”

Qian Jin comforted him, saying, "Don't worry about that. He doesn't have the guts or the ability."

"Don't you know why the black market of foreign devils can exist openly? Because according to international law, ships are considered as the de facto territory of the country to which they belong, which is an extension of the country's territory."

“In this situation, if they engage in black market transactions on the ship, as long as it doesn’t involve any excessively prohibited items and it’s just about trading goods related to clothing, food, and shelter, the port authority will turn a blind eye.”

Old Guai comforted him, saying, "I don't understand what Xiao Qian is saying, but I know that Captain Song will also go up to participate in the transaction."

"Even if he doesn't go, he wouldn't dare to report it. This is a black market that involves so many people. If he destroys it, do you think everyone will let him off the hook?"

Wei Xiongtu nodded in realization.

Qian Jin also had a question: "Old Guai, we brought some things that we can use to make a deal on the ship. I see a lot of people are empty-handed. What are they going to do on the ship like this?"

Old Guai chuckled: "Most people aren't planning to rush into the ghost market right away; they just want to see if this ship actually hosts a ghost market."

"Actually, we're doing the same thing; we first see if other places are running ghost markets."

"If we set up a ghost market, then we won't be in a hurry. These big ships won't leave immediately; the ghost market will last for several days."

"Most people are going up empty-handed today to check out the goods first. The peak period for venturing into the Ghost Market will be in the next few days when people bring their own items."

"Let me give you two a heads-up: these foreigners love gold, silver, jewelry, and antiques, the older the better. They think ancient coins, silver dollars, and gold and silver artifacts are more valuable than our money..."

Qian Jin was happy.

Is this some kind of business-stealing attempt?

However, it seems that someone has also arrived who can provide cover for them!
Old Guai continued to introduce the two.

The international port of the coastal port is a major port, with ships from abroad docking every day and cargo ships bound for foreign countries entering the sea every day.

However, only a very small number of these ships would host ghost markets.

Because ordinary ships have few crew members and few tradable goods, they cannot afford to hold ghost markets. In such cases, crew members and sailors often engage in smuggling with fixed individuals.

Only passenger ships or passenger/cargo ships can meet the conditions for holding a ghost market.

However, due to national policies, it is now very difficult for foreigners to enter the mainland, so there are very few passenger ships.

According to inside information obtained by Hu Shunzi, the ES2-S-Free ship is a passenger and cargo ship and is very likely to be used for illegal market activities.

Rumors are often very accurate.

After the ship docked, the port broadcast the "Communique of the National Conference of Educators," and although the broadcast was loud, it couldn't drown out the punk rock music drifting from the American ship.

The passenger-cargo ship had a loudspeaker mounted on its bow, and rock music was blaring across the sea.

Hu Shunzi had no idea that this energetic music had such a significant background. He breathed a sigh of relief and excitedly said:
"See? I told you I wouldn't cheat you guys. The foreign devils are starting to wail and howl. This means a ghost market is about to open!"

The port workers couldn't understand the rock music that was currently dominating the American music scene; they thought it was foreign nonsense.

Foreign sailors often used this music as the opening music for the black market, which is why the black market run by foreigners was called the "ghost market."

Wei Xiongtu was very displeased with the Americans' practice of playing music through loudspeakers, and angrily said, "This is an ideological struggle! They're deliberately playing it so loudly!"

The port's broadcasting station clearly understood this principle, so all the loudspeakers in the port increased their volume and started playing "The Hard Bones of the Working Class":
"The working class is a tough backbone; following the leader, we march forward."

"With our motherland in our hearts and our eyes on the world, we will never stop on the road of revolution. Holding high the red flag, we bravely advance. We are the locomotive of the new era..."

The gangway opened right before the eyes of the working class.

Some workers hurriedly boarded the ship.

To prevent unauthorized boarding, the gangway leads only to a closed hold.

Qian Jin followed the crowd into the lower deck and smelled a pungent disinfectant odor.

The sailors set up folding tables inside, and spread out various supplies such as canned meat, coffee beans, jeans, and electronic watches on plastic sheets.

Qian Jin casually glanced around and saw a row of windproof lighters with brass casings.

These lighters, printed with images of nude women, would be considered unacceptable in the country, yet many people still exchange them.

Old Guai squeezed his way to a tobacco and alcohol stall with a limp.

He rolled up his sleeves and handed the brand-new watch to a balding middle-aged white man, gesturing towards the packs of Marlboro cigarettes and saying, "I want these, ten packs for me!"

Qian went in to watch the commotion and asked, "Why are you switching to foreign cigarettes?"

Amidst the cacophony of voices, Old Guai shouted, "Visiting relatives during the New Year is prestigious, and it's also a market on the black market where you can exchange for good things."

Qian Jin nodded.

The balding foreigner also spoke and gestured to the old man, his face showing a friendly smile and his tone of voice being very polite.

But Qian Jin heard him address him as 'Qin Ke' the first time he spoke!
His English is terrible.

I've heard of the word "Chink" before, because in the internet age, there are news reports from time to time about celebrities or athletes from certain American or European countries using this word to derogatoryly refer to Chinese people.

In addition, the balding white man frequently used words like "fuck" and "shutter," and he also heard the familiar "son-of-bioch"!
Old Guai clearly didn't understand these words, and because of the other party's polite attitude, he nodded and bowed even more politely:
"Comrade, this watch of mine is a real gem, a top-brand item. It'll last for fifty years without breaking, so asking for just ten packs of cigarettes is absolutely not unreasonable..."

"If that doesn't work, then eight options will do. That's the bottom line. Long live the great unity of the people of the world..."

The two couldn't communicate.

The bald white man beckoned an Asian man over, pointed at the old man, and pronounced him "Qinke".

The Asian man was the translator. He smiled as he translated for the two of them, glanced at the old man's watch, and finally nodded to the bald white man.

The bald white man smiled and pushed out six packs of cigarettes.

Old Guai wrapped the cigarette in his work clothes, which were covered in sea salt, with a broad smile on his face.

Qian Jin casually asked the translator, "Comrade, this foreign comrade keeps saying 'fox' and 'bitch,' what do those two words mean?"

The translator laughed and said, "Fuck is hello, bitch is friend."

Qian Jin suddenly realized, put his arm around the translator and gave him a thumbs up: "Fuck, bitch!"

The translator smiled and replied, "Law..."

“Fuck, bitch!” Qian Jin said to the bald white man again.

The bald white man frowned, and the translator hurriedly tried to explain with winks and gestures.

After hearing the translation, the bald white man laughed heartily and gave Qian Jin a thumbs up.

Before he could speak, Qian Jin left with Lao Guai.

Li Chenggong excitedly found the two men and said, "Uncle Guai, you changed your cigarettes? Perfect timing, I have a lighter, I'll light one for you when you smoke later."

He showed off the windproof lighter in his hand, admiring it: "Look, it's made of pure copper, absolutely top-notch."

Qian Jin took the lighter and looked at it.

He frowned immediately.

He had handled pure copper windproof lighters before; he had delivered a batch of these to the Liu family production team.

Pure copper lighters are quite heavy and feel great in your hand.

But this lighter is wrong.

It's quite heavy, but not as heavy as a pure copper lighter.

Qian Jin looked under the lighter.

I vaguely guessed that something was amiss:
This is not a pure copper lighter; it's a plastic lighter wrapped in copper!

Because this lighter doesn't have a gas filler hole at the bottom.

There are only two possibilities:

First, this is a disposable lighter.

Second, this lighter has been modified by covering the plastic body with copper sheet to make it look like a copper lighter.

Qian Jin didn't know if disposable lighters existed yet, but he knew that plastic lighters had certainly taken over the market in Europe and America.

He had once seen a retro plastic lighter in a shopping mall, which was printed with the year 1973. The seller explained that plastic lighters appeared in 1973.

He asked Li Chenggong, "What did you use to exchange for this lighter?"

Li Chenggong laughed and said, "I bought it for ten yuan, but I didn't need a ticket."

Ten yuan!
Ten days' wages!

Qian Jin asked, "Can I get a refund?"

"Why did you retreat?" Li Chenggong asked, puzzled.

Qian Jin couldn't explain further, so he said, "Believe me, it's not worth ten yuan..."

At that moment, a gasp came from the side.

They all looked over and saw a white man in a floral shirt, smoking a cigar, kicking over a box.

It's full of magazines, with cover girls showing off their breasts, wearing stockings and high heels, striking alluring poses.

The workers blushed.

They stared at the sight of a tiger or a venomous snake as if it were a ferocious beast, trying to avoid it.

This is something you absolutely cannot touch right now.

But some people are bold.

The two young men, along with the translator in the floral shirt, huddled together and started chatting.

Qian Jin turned around to remind Li Chenggong, but Li Chenggong had already disappeared.

Wei Xiongtu, however, came looking for them.

Wei Xiongtu pulled him aside and said anxiously, "I saw Song Hongbing!"

“I didn’t dare to come in, but stayed at the cabin door. Then I saw Song Hongbing board the ship, and Kang Xinnian stayed with him!”

"Do you think it's possible that Kang Xinyuan tipped him off so we could be arrested?"

Qian Jin was about to say that Song Hongbing might also be going to venture into the Ghost Market.

As a result, he heard that Kang Xinxin was hanging out with him.

That's suspicious.

Qian Jin took out sunglasses from his bag, put them on, and used the crowd as cover to leave the hold and return to his post.

Now that his whole team had gone to explore the Ghost Market, he went into his office, locked the door, took out the gold box, and removed the leather hood that was temporarily stored in the mall.

With a wig, leather hood, sunglasses, and a big beard, and dressed in a new set of work clothes, he transformed himself so completely that no one could associate him with the image of Qian Jin.

That way, he won't be afraid of anyone when he gets on the ship.

Back in the lower cabin, there were even more people.

He spotted Song Hongbing clutching his satchel tightly in the corner, and then saw Kang Xin standing not far away, tiptoeing and looking around.

Qian Jin sensed something was amiss, so he blended in with the crowd and approached Song Hongbing, pretending to count money in a corner.

Song Hongbing glanced at him warily, but only once.

Upon seeing his fleshy face and thick beard, I immediately looked away.

A short while later, Kang returned, looking dejected: "Couldn't find it!"

Song Hongbing was very unhappy: "Are you sure they both came up?"

The lower deck was noisy. Seeing that there were no familiar faces around, the two men couldn't keep their voices down, and Qian Jin next to them could hear them clearly.

Kang Xin hurriedly said, "They've definitely come up. I just saw Xiao Wei come, but it's been so long, they've probably already gone down."

Song Hongbing took his hand out of his bag and said angrily, "They've escaped a disaster. I was planning to take pictures of them to show the leaders and my fellow workers, and teach them a lesson!"

"Why didn't you take a picture when you saw Xiao Wei earlier?" Kang Xinnian asked.

Song Hongbing looked at him like he was an idiot: "What are you filming? What's the point of filming him breaking into the ghost market?"

"They'll say they're coming to investigate and collect evidence, but my photos will become evidence that they've infiltrated the enemy's lair!"

"Therefore, we must film them during the transaction, when they exchange money for goods, so that we can establish evidence that these two anti-smuggling heroes were secretly engaged in smuggling!"

Kang Xinxin suddenly realized: "Brilliant, Captain Song, you are truly brilliant."

He then said enthusiastically, "Why don't you give me your camera and I'll take the pictures for you? They don't know I'm your confidant, so they won't be on guard against me."

Song Hongbing rolled his eyes at him:
"You're kidding me. This camera is a Pearl River 7 twin-lens reflex camera, made by the Yangcheng Camera Factory as a copy of a German product. It's the most advanced camera in China. Do you know how much it costs?"

He held out his hand.

"Five hundred yuan?" Kang Xinxin was surprised. "That's really expensive. I heard that the Seagull-DF1 costs 380 yuan a unit."

Song Hongbing sneered: "It's two thousand five hundred yuan! You'd have to save for five years without eating or drinking to earn that much!"

"You informed me of the two boys' intrusion into the Ghost Market in such a rush that I didn't have time to find a suitable camera. I finally managed to borrow this valuable camera from an important person."

"If anything happens to you, I'll tear you to pieces!"

Kang Xinxin was shocked.

Now even if you give him a camera, he won't dare touch it.

Qian Jin understood what was going on and immediately let out a cold laugh.

He went to find the translator who was so busy he barely had time to breathe, bumped into him, and gave him a look:
"Bro, you're in trouble."

"See those two people over there? They're undercover reporters; they want to take pictures of your ghost market for the newspaper!"

"If you don't believe me, go check their bags; there's a really good camera inside..."

Hollywood has now gained global recognition.

Although the conflict with the Soviet Union prevented it from raking in global box office revenue, it was enough to support a thriving paparazzi industry.

Americans' understanding of journalists is completely different from that of Chinese people today. In the 1970s, they were already considered prostitutes—these people had no integrity and only cared about profit.

Upon hearing that reporters had come to take photos, the translator immediately panicked and quickly went to find a burly white man with a buzz cut, wearing military boots and smoking a cigar, to chatter away.

Qian Jin stood with his arms crossed, watching the spectacle.

As expected.

The burly white man gave a few meaningful glances to his two henchmen, and the three of them immediately surrounded the corner.

At that moment, Song Hongbing was still standing on tiptoe, looking left and right, much like a reporter eager to find a breaking news story.

Upholding the fine tradition of American rednecks who fight without talking, the burly man went up and delivered a hard punch to his stomach!
With a roar, Song Hongbing transformed into a human-shaped eagle-claw shrimp.

The burly man seized the opportunity to snatch his bag, opened it, and pulled out a brand-new camera.

Kang Xin, eager to protect his master, rushed forward: "What are you doing, you foreign devil? How could you hit someone..."

Another large white man grabbed him by the neck and slammed him against the cabin wall.

The scene was chaotic.

The workers were enraged when they saw that the foreigners dared to hit their fellow countrymen, and they rolled up their sleeves, ready to charge forward.

The United States, which dominates the world, has suffered a major setback only on the 38th parallel in East Asia.

Although the two countries had established diplomatic relations by this time, propaganda had not kept pace, so in the eyes of the Chinese people, the American imperialists were still the enemy. The porters and loaders were all top-notch strongmen; they glared angrily, flexing their muscles, and the three burly white men panicked again.

The translator quickly shouted:
"Comrades and fellow countrymen, don't misunderstand! These two bastards have cameras; they're going to film your underground dealings to report you!"

That's pure slander.

But it works surprisingly well.

Qian Jin gave the translator a thumbs up.

He's a ruthless character.

He turned the situation around with just one sentence.

The workers, who were originally going to stand up for their compatriots, turned pale upon hearing this, some covering their faces and running away, others shouting at Song Hongbing and his companion:

"Traitor, scab, spy!"

"Beat those two BYD guys to death!"

Song Hongbing and Kang Xin wanted to explain, but they couldn't.

The former was still struggling to breathe after being punched, while the latter was pinned against the wall by the redneck and could only shout, "I can't breathe."

There was some confusion at the scene.

Qian Jin decided to add fuel to the fire.

He knew that the truth would be revealed as soon as the translator and Song Hongbing had a conversation.

So he took out a powerful flashlight and shone it around randomly.

This is complete chaos!

The lower deck was very dark, or rather, completely dark when the door was closed, relying entirely on the low-wattage light bulbs hanging on each stall for illumination.

The powerful flashlight shone like the blazing sun, blinding everyone around it. They covered their eyes, screamed, and ran around in panic.

Taking advantage of the situation, Qian Jin grabbed a so-called pure copper lighter from a nearby lighter stall and smashed it on the ground like a firecracker.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sounds continued incessantly.

The lighters all exploded.

Upon seeing this, Qian Jin became even more certain that Li Chenggong had been tricked.

Pure copper lighters won't explode because their casings are thick and sturdy enough, and these days pure copper lighters often use kerosene as fuel, so they also won't explode.

He had researched these things when he bought the lighter.

Plastic lighters are more prone to exploding because they use butane instead of kerosene as fuel!
Butane plastic lighters represent the future trend, but their biggest drawback is that they can explode if dropped.

The noises rose from all directions.

The area is extremely unsafe.

The three rednecks also panicked, because they were security guards who came specifically to maintain order.

The three turned to look, and Qian Jin gave special attention to the international friends, shining his flashlight directly on them.

Now it was the three rednecks' turn to yell.

The bright light temporarily blinded him, and after cleaning up Song Hongbing's red neck, he threw away the camera, covered his eyes, and squatted down.

Qian Jin seized the opportunity, snatched the camera, stuffed it into his bag, and ran out with the flow of people.

He doesn't need to do anything.

The surging crowd carried him away.

The ghost market obviously won't be able to open today.

Qian Jin was very happy.

Imperialism has never given up its desire to destroy us.

These foreign devils had no intention of doing business properly; they just wanted to swindle money and goods from the port workers.

So it's a good thing that this pot of porridge can be stirred up.

Even better, he took away the camera that Song Hongbing had lent him.

After careful consideration, Qian Jin realized that he was still being too soft-hearted.

Compared to the methods Song Hongbing used to harm him, his countermeasures were far too gentle.

Song Hongbing wanted to ruin his reputation.

These days, the consequences of being disgraced are severe; it basically means having no hope for life.

He only made Song Hongbing pay compensation to settle the matter, but of course, it was a bit too much—2500 yuan…

After disembarking, Qian Jin found a temporarily unoccupied warehouse to change his clothes.

We can watch the show when he comes out again.

He just briefly circled the lower deck with a flashlight, and the people inside were only blinded or experienced temporary vision loss, but there was nothing seriously wrong.

After they left the hold, things quickly returned to normal, so they didn't leave and instead gathered on the dock to watch the excitement.

In an era lacking entertainment, Chinese people loved watching the excitement and would look together at the direction of the cabin doors on passenger and cargo ships.

Qian Jin also looked in that direction, but all he saw were the backs of a group of people; their necks were stretched out very long, like many ducks being held up by an invisible hand.

After a moment of silence, as if a sound had been made, the group began to shake again, then with a loud thud, they all retreated; they scattered until they reached where Qian Jin was standing, almost knocking him over.

It turned out that the police had arrived.

Since the incident involved foreign vessels, the port's security branch quickly dispatched elite officers to investigate.

The flashlight swept across the room, revealing a complete mess:
Smashed wine bottles, crushed digital watches, torn magazines, and trampled clothes...

How do we investigate now?
The American sailors on board denied running a black market, claiming that a fight broke out among drunk sailors during an internal party.

And none of the port workers would admit to having been on foreign ships; when questioned by the security guards, they knew nothing.

"Huh? What?" "I don't understand!" "Nonsense!" "Impossible!"

Only Song Hongbing wailed, grabbing a security guard's hand and shedding tears of despair:
"Comrade, comrade, comrade! My camera is gone! My damn camera was stolen by that foreign devil!"

"Where did you rob it?" the security guard asked.

Song Hongbing shouted, "It's on this damn ship, right here in the hold where you guys went in!"

"A damn foreign devil punched me in the stomach and stole my camera. It was a Pearl River brand camera..."

"Don't mention the camera brand yet. First, tell me why you brought a camera into the hold of a foreign ship?" the security officer asked sternly.

Song Hongbing panicked.

Faced with 2500 yuan, he didn't bother to come up with a complete reason and simply shouted the truth:
"They were running a black market on their ship, and two of my employees were involved. I want to take photos as evidence to bring them to justice!"

The workers who hadn't left were furious when they heard this.

Hey.

That fake foreigner wasn't lying; that bastard really is a traitor. He actually wanted to report his coworkers who were trespassing in the ghost market!

Nobody cared which two people he wanted to report.

Because when facing whistleblowers, all those who ventured into the ghost market were in the same boat, on the same rope, and comrades of the same class.

Class struggle is not about right or wrong.

The workers started cursing and swearing at him.

Song Hongbing didn't care about any of that; all he wanted was to get his camera back: "I'm telling the truth! I was beaten by a foreign devil, and he even stole my camera!"

"If you don't believe me, ask these people, they..."

Wherever he pointed, the workers there stepped back.

Song Hongbing stomped his foot in anger and shouted, "My subordinate Kang Xinchian! Kang Xinchian came aboard with me, and he got beaten up too!"

A security guard brought Kang Xinnian to the scene.

Kang Xinlian became anxious upon hearing the security guard's account:

"Hey comrade, you can't say such things. I'm a veteran worker and model worker in the warehousing and transportation department of the Municipal Supply and Marketing Cooperative. How could I possibly board a foreigner's ship or go to a foreigner's black market?"

"I've been working all day. If you don't believe me, ask my coworkers. We haven't been anywhere; we've been unloading goods the whole time!"

He knew on his way there why the security guards wanted to see him, so he figured out a way to deal with it:

We must never admit to having any connection with the black market of foreign devils.

Offending Song Hongbing is not a big deal; Song Hongbing has no authority to fire him, much less send him to jail.

If I admit to having been to the black market run by foreigners, I'll definitely be fired from my job or even go to jail if I'm caught doing it.

He, an old fox, knew very well which was more important.

Song Hongbing was on the verge of tears, and could only jump up and down cursing him: "Kang Xinnian, you traitorous dog!"

"I've wasted my time raising you! I'll fucking kill your grandma! I'll fuck your ancestors..."

"My Pearl River brand camera!"

Qian Jin mingled in the crowd, watching the excitement with great interest.

Suddenly someone poked his butt.

Qian Jin turned around in surprise.

He saw that it was Qiu Dayong winking at him.

This made Qian Jin's heart tighten.

Qiu Dayong's behavior is strange. He's winking mysteriously like this right now, as if he knows something...

With a wink, Qiu Dayong pulled Qian Jin away, leaving the crowd and heading to a deserted, empty warehouse.

"What's the matter?" Qian Jin asked.

Qiu Dayong said in a low voice, "There's something important that I can't make a decision on my own, and I can't rely on my brothers and sisters. So I thought you had some ability and connections, and I wanted to ask you for advice."

Qian Jin breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

This guy didn't just happen to discover some secret of his own.

He nodded, signaling Qiu Dayong to speak.

Qiu Dayong remained low-pitched: "A group of people contacted me. They know I'm struggling financially and have a bunch of brothers and sisters under me, so they want to get me involved in smuggling..."

Qian Jin's heart skipped a beat.

Did Qiu Dayong and his gang go into the water at this time?

The Qingyong Alliance is indeed involved in smuggling!

As he delved deeper into the topic, Qian Jin's expression turned serious.

Throughout history, ports and offshore areas have been major smuggling hubs; this kind of thing is like fleas on a monkey—it can't be completely eradicated.

The harbor is a major port; on the surface, it appears calm, but beneath the surface, undercurrents are surging.

The workers appeared to be law-abiding, but in reality, many of them were involved in smuggling.

In the smuggling chain, porters are a very important link.

However, Qian Jin recently successfully busted a large smuggling ring.

He was unaware of the extent of the matter's implications. In fact, the government took the case very seriously and even brought in elite personnel from the province to assist.

Recently, the port authority and the public security bureau have jointly cracked down on smuggling, deterring many gangs from acting recklessly.

However, there are always those who dare to be bold.

Some gangs from other areas needed to transfer smuggled goods to the coastal area. Since they were unfamiliar with the area, they wanted to find smuggling partners locally.

Qiu Dayong came into their view because of his bravery, strength, and the strength of his troops.

Qian Jin could see it.

Qiu Dayong was tempted!

He said in a low voice while smoking, "As long as we can get involved, making two or three thousand yuan a month won't be a problem."

"When the time comes, the brothers and sisters will share the spoils. We may not become rich and powerful, but we will definitely have enough to eat and wear."

"Brother Qian, do you think I should take the risk?"

This is a very serious matter.

Organized crime!
Qian Jin asked, "What are you thinking?"

Qiu Dayong leaned against the wall and lowered his head, saying, "Life is really tough for us brothers now. Although we've come to the city, we're not city people anymore."

"Brother Qian, you've kindly helped us, at least giving us a place to stay. Otherwise, as you can see, we all live in air-raid shelters!"

"Do you know how other teams mocked us when we got into conflicts with them? They called us 'big dirt rats'!"

By the end, he was so angry that his hands were trembling.

Qian Jin asked, "You have some brothers and sisters under you who are taking the college entrance exam. They are quite good at it and have a good chance of getting into university, did you know that?"

Qiu Dayong nodded heavily.

This is one of his difficulties.

This group of educated youths is a team. If someone gets into university while someone else commits a crime and is brought to justice, then the educated youth who got into university will inevitably be implicated!
Qian Jin patted him on the shoulder: "I know you guys are having a tough time right now, but Brother Dayong, if things are tough, we'll find a way to get through them."

"I'm not saying anything pretentious or empty..."

“I understand,” Qiu Dayong still admired him. “Brother Qian, you don’t need to explain. I believe you.”

After entering the city, he was like a drowning man, with no straw to grasp at!

Now a lifeline has appeared: Qian Jin.

Qian Jin said, "Okay, then I'll tell you a great principle."

“You and your siblings are all young, and you have a long life ahead of you. If you engage in illegal or criminal activities, life may be easier for a short time, but what about in the long run?”

"Putting aside the possibility of being prosecuted, even if you are lucky enough to escape legal punishment, do you think you can withstand the fear of the unknown outcome?"

"I hope you can lead your brothers and sisters onto the right path, and I am willing to do everything in my power to help you!"

"Perhaps I am not very capable, I can't help you much, and I may not be able to help you progress quickly, but as long as you are moving forward on the right path, that's good. It's good for yourself, good for your family, and even better for your wife and children in the future!"

Qiu Dayong scratched his head vigorously and nodded hard: "I understand, I was bewitched!"

"Brother Qian, you've woken me up. I can't lead my brothers and sisters astray!"

Qian Jin put his arm around him and said, "Trust me, I will definitely find a way to put you and your brothers and sisters on a good path."

Qiu Dayong nodded gratefully: "Brother Qian, I absolutely trust you. I'll bring my brothers and sisters to work with you from now on!"

"Actually, I knew you would guide me onto the right path, but I came to you to enlighten me."

Qian Jin was very pleased to see that he was still listening to advice.

I hope he can nip the Qingyong Alliance in the bud.

He also asked about the root cause: "Who recruited you into the smuggling chain?"

Qiu Dayong said, "It's Jia Youcheng, the captain of the Jiagang Cleaning Team. I've dealt with him a few times. He's a very influential person."

"It is said that the establishment of the black market in Kaohsiung was related to him, and it is also said that the foreigners' passenger and cargo ships running the black market in Kaohsiung were related to him."

Qian Jin nodded thoughtfully.

Is there such an amazing person in Kaohsiung?

I'd like to see for myself!
(End of this chapter)