In 1959, what's wrong with me pedaling a tricycle?

After seeing the Liu brothers off, Wang Xingguo smiled at Wang Xingbang and said, "Big brother, Changshun is getting married. You can go and learn about the wedding process so you won't be afraid of not understanding it when the time comes."

Wang Xingbang didn't think there was anything wrong with it, and nodded with a smile, saying, "Okay, then I'll go and learn from you."

That night, Wang Xingguo also tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

He was thinking about the venue. Actually, he wanted to set up this venue so that he could get in touch with those old-fashioned people and some capitalists who were destined to go to Hong Kong.

When the wind blows, the precious cultural relics that their ancestors plundered would be taken away by middlemen and sold to the Japanese!

Wang Xingguo felt that rather than letting the Japanese benefit, he should open a market and exchange supplies for them when he was short of food and nutrition.

These treasures passed down from our ancestors are in our own hands, so at least they will remain in China and won't be given to the Japanese.

Wang Xingguo had seen many records showing that countless national treasures were sold off by traitors, most of which were bought by the Japanese.

Since you have the ability, why not try to acquire more treasures?

Perhaps if I could keep a few of those national treasures that were later auctioned at Sotheby's, that would be a great act of merit.

Of course, these things are also a huge fortune!

Wang Xingguo never considered himself a good person. If he didn't need a place to cover up his selling of supplies so he could get in touch with these people, he wouldn't bother with all this trouble!

By setting up this farm, he can first help his people sell the poultry and livestock they raise, and help them earn a substantial income so that they can improve their living conditions.

Secondly, once the business is up and running, it will be able to reach those unemployed people who have so much good stuff in their hands. When resources are scarce, they can be ready to slaughter pigs and sheep!

We'll take back some of the blood they've sucked from their ancestors!

Finally, we need to make more money and then compete with the Japanese for our national treasures, otherwise all those things left by our ancestors will end up abroad.

Wang Xingguo knew he wasn't a good person, but when it came to national righteousness, he could still distinguish right from wrong!

He was very busy after that. He had to win over Qian Sihai, Director Zhao, and finally Director Liang.

The next step is to see if the clan can provide him with a powerful backer. Wang Xingguo believes that the Wang clan members who have been able to reproduce and whose lineage has never been broken will definitely be able to give him a satisfactory answer.

Just like how the Twenty-First Master was able to mobilize his clansmen who had settled in the city to help when he proposed to start a business, it proved that the Wang family was not as simple as he thought.

And what kind of powerful backer was this, that Twenty-One Master had mentioned, that Wang Xingguo was extremely curious about…

The next day, Wang Xingguo set off on time to exchange the fish at Xiehe Hospital. After emptying the fish, he went to the street office.

There are some things he needs to solve on his own, otherwise how could the clan trust him with people and resources?

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Director Zhao stared wide-eyed at Wang Xingguo, his anger blazing, as if he were seeing him for the first time, and he could hardly believe his ears.

Wang Xingguo chuckled and said, "Sir, I absolutely won't touch grain or oil. I'll provide whatever our neighborhood office needs, and the same goes for the police station. I'll handle the connections with the higher-ups myself. What do you think of this?"

Director Zhao took a deep breath, lit a cigarette, took a puff, and looked at Wang Xingguo without saying a word.

Wang Xingguo looked at him intently, without saying a word, quietly waiting for his answer.

After a long silence, Director Zhao spoke up: "Do you know what you're doing? Do you know what happened to the people who ran a black market here last time?"

Wang Xingguo said in a low voice, "I know. Wu Laosan, who ran the black market last time, is still in a labor camp and will need three more years to get out."

Director Zhao said with exasperation, "You know that, yet you still dare to do such a thing! Do you know what you're saying? Do you think I, a mere street office director, can protect you? If you want to die, jump into the moat. Drowning may be gruesome, but at least no one will know how you died. Why do you have to run this damn place!"

Wang Xingguo said very seriously, "Uncle, you should know better than me that the days ahead will be tough. By running this place, at least I can feed my family and help everyone. You won't have to worry about getting supplies for the neighborhood office anymore. I can guarantee that I will absolutely not do anything that crosses the line. That way, you can explain to your superiors, Director Liang won't be in too much trouble, and I can benefit from it too. I can also help the neighborhood office solve this big problem of supplies. Isn't that a win-win situation?"

In fact, grassroots cadres understand the difficulties and complexities of the situation better. In their neighborhood, for example, a large number of people are unemployed. Moreover, many people with rural household registration are now experiencing food shortages but are unwilling to return to the countryside, which puts immense pressure on the work of the neighborhood office.

Director Zhao looked at Wang Xingguo, completely bewildered, and said, "I don't understand. What makes you so confident? Do you know why Wu Laosan was arrested last time? It was just because he insulted an old man, and that old man's son is a high-ranking official in charge here. It's that simple! If you run a business here and encounter a situation like this, you'll get into trouble sooner or later. Why bother making trouble for yourself?"

"Take my advice, old man, and go to work honestly. Even if you don't want to, you can sell chicken, duck, eggs, and fish, and we can turn a blind eye and protect you. But running a business is different. Do you think we don't know about all the underground black markets? There are four fixed black markets, six mobile black markets, three late-night ghost markets, six underground gambling dens, and twenty-three shady establishments in the entire Dongcheng District. I know all this information perfectly well. Do you know what that means?"

Wang Xingguo grinned and said, "I know, this means you can arrest whoever you want, anytime."

Director Zhao glared fiercely and said, "You still dare to talk about planting a flag and starting a business! You only feel satisfied when I bring my men to arrest you and lock you up in jail myself, right?"

Wang Xingguo said very seriously, "Grandpa, has the neighborhood committee allocated any meat this month? Will the grain supply be reduced? Can you solve this shortage problem by just coordinating supplies? You don't need to tell me, I know it won't solve the problem at all! Besides, you're forty-six this year. If you don't try to climb the ladder, you'll just retire like this for the rest of your life. Are you really willing to accept that?"

Director Zhao scoffed, "Whether I'm willing or not is unimportant. What's important is whether you insist on walking a tightrope? Knowing the danger and still rushing in, what's the difference between that and suicide?"

"Grandpa, do you know Gaobeidian Village? It's now called Gaobeidian Production Brigade. I only recently learned that our Wang family and those thousands of other Wang clan members are all descendants of the same ancestor."