Returning wealthy individuals develop their hometowns and become rich in the 1980s

The atmosphere in the police station instantly became somewhat subtle. The few people who had just come in originally intended to report a case, but as soon as they entered, they saw the old man in the patched old jacket pulling the police officer and complaining. They exchanged glances and saw the same conflicting emotions on each other's faces: fear of being found out by acquaintances, yet also resentment.

"Uncle, what are you doing here?" One of the middle-aged women pretended to recognize the old man and deliberately exclaimed.

The old man turned around, paused for a moment, then said with a bitter face, "Hey, isn't this Chunhui's wife? You're here to report a case to the police too?"

That shout pierced through the thin veil of secrecy. The woman in front of him was the same one who had publicly berated the old man when he said he wanted to invest money, telling him not to be greedy for money.

Unexpectedly, he put on a kind face in front of others, advising them not to be greedy for money, but secretly fell for his tricks behind their backs. He was incredibly clever.

The woman looked somewhat embarrassed, but the police officer's eyes lit up. He immediately stood up and said, "Don't stand there. Since you all know each other, come and sit down. It seems this isn't a simple fraud case."

The old man, who had initially been somewhat timid, straightened his back a bit after seeing so many people being deceived, realizing he wasn't the only one. Pointing at the group, he said, "Comrades, you see, I told you I wasn't the only one who got scammed! They must have been fooled by that swindler too!"

The woman, whom the old man had called Chunhui's wife, stepped forward and said anxiously to the police officer, "Officer, it wasn't me who was scammed, it was my husband!"

Even at this point, the woman was still trying to save face, making up a story that her husband had been tricked. But the police had seen it all and immediately saw through the woman's "lie".

The woman continued, "My husband listened to that Brother Kun and invested all the thousand yuan we had saved to buy piglets. He also borrowed nearly a thousand more from relatives and friends. I tried my best to stop him and persuade him, but he just wouldn't listen!"

"I don't know what kind of spell that Kun guy cast on him. He told me I could get back three thousand next month, with interest, but when I went to the card room to find him on the day I was supposed to get the money, Kun guy hadn't shown up for two days!"

"Officer, you have to help us! This is our hard-earned money! We can't let these damn swindlers take it away!"

As the woman finished speaking, she was sobbing uncontrollably, and the police officer's expression became more serious. Two thousand yuan was no small sum.

"I also invested 1,500..."

"I am five hundred!"

"I invested eight hundred; that's money for my son's wedding!"

The crowd erupted in a cacophony of voices, turning the once quiet police station into a chaotic marketplace. The officer had to tap his pen on the table and loudly maintain order, "Quiet down! One at a time! Since everyone is facing similar situations, this isn't just an ordinary civil dispute; it could very well be a serious case of fundraising fraud!"

Old Liu was organizing materials in his office when he heard a commotion in the corridor. When he went out to check, he found the duty room crowded with people of all ages and genders. Some were dressed smartly, while others wore patched clothes, and all of them had the same anxious expression on their faces.

He frowned and asked the police officer on duty, Xiao Wang, what was going on. Xiao Wang smiled wryly and said, "They're all here to report that they were cheated out of money by people in that mahjong parlor on Dongmen Old Street in Jiping Town."

Old Liu took the notebook that Xiao Wang had been recording, his brows furrowing deeply. Jiping Town East Gate Old Street was a place full of old, dilapidated houses and a mixed bag of people. Old Liu said to Xiao Wang, "Keep a close eye on these cases. I will report them to Director Zhao and have him inform Jiping."

"Okay, Captain Liu."

Together with Xiao Wang, Lao Liu helped record the statements of the people who would be reporting the case. After sending them out of the police station, Lao Liu took the records and knocked on the office door of Deputy Director Zhao Zhigang.

"Director Zhao, take a look at these statements. There were quite a few reports filed today, all related to Jiping," Old Liu said, placing several statements on Zhao Zhigang's desk.

After reading the document, Zhao Zhigang shook his head and said, "Recently, there have been more and more cases of fundraising fraud. The Municipal Bureau just issued a document, which is also about Jiping in our jurisdiction. Take a look at this document first."

Zhao Zhigang took out a document issued by the Municipal Bureau yesterday from a folder next to him. After reading it, Lao Liu exclaimed in surprise, "This guy named Liu Kun has such a wide range of scams; even people in the city have fallen for his tricks!"

"These people are preying on people's desire to make quick money. The fact that they can commit fraud on such a large scale means it must be a gang operation. Lao Liu, you personally lead the team to investigate. We must catch this fraud gang completely, leaving no one behind," Zhao Zhigang said, taking back the document. Lao Liu nodded. "I'll arrange my work here and go to Jiping this afternoon to find out more about the situation."

"Um!"

Meanwhile, in Jiping Old Street, Liu Kun's foreign exchange business was growing bigger and bigger. After being "taught a lesson" by the Lianzhai people, Wu Mu and Bo Pi and their ilk all backed down and dared not mention causing trouble for Liu Kun and his group again.

Liu Kun and Pepper were naturally unaware of this. Blackie had previously instructed his underlings to keep a close watch on the place. As an experienced man, he knew that if someone crossed the line and infringed on others' interests, the underground black market in Jiping and Nanshan would definitely send people to retaliate.

But to my surprise, after almost a month of doing foreign exchange business, not only has there been no retaliation, but not a single person has come to cause trouble. This foreign exchange business is going too smoothly.

Even Blackie had to constantly tell Liu Kun, "Our CEO Chen really has power here in Nanshan. Not a single damn person has come looking for trouble!"

Liu Kun chuckled inwardly. Of course, by using the name of the Chen family of Lianzhai, he made money so easily. If he had known, he would have directly used the name of General Manager Chen when he was raising funds. Perhaps he wouldn't have needed to swindle the 500,000 from that black-skinned guy and could have started this big business on his own without having to share the money with that black-skinned guy.

Just then, another person arrived, carrying a briefcase. He sat down and asked, "Do you exchange money for the foot basin here?"

"How much money do you have for a foot bath?"

"It's not mine, it's a friend of mine who wants to exchange it. He asked me to come and ask you how to exchange it."

Liu Kun rubbed his teeth and flipped through his notebook. "The money for the small foot basin isn't worth much. Right now, a hundred yuan can only be exchanged for 97 cents here. I see you're a regular customer, so I'll give it to you for 98 cents. Bring your friend over."

"My friend can't come over easily; his identity is a bit special," the man said mysteriously.

"the wanted?"

"No, I'm a decent person!"

"oh!"