Reborn as a capitalist's young master in the 1970s, he starts his life by being blocked at the

Grandpa Li waved his hand and stepped forward to explain, "This can't be blamed on Xiao Zhang. We all share responsibility for not keeping a close eye on these thugs."

Chen Jianming chuckled inwardly. That thief leader hadn't escaped; he'd already buried him in the black soil as fertilizer.

They're probably all bone fragments by now.

However, he naturally wouldn't say these words aloud.

He sighed, feigning regret, "It's not your fault. I was in a hurry to report the crime and didn't tie it up properly. If I had tied it up more securely, it would have been fine."

Police officer Hu, accompanied by two young officers, approached and were both astonished to see the thief bound hand and foot on the ground.

Looking at the courtyard full of elderly men and women, Brother Hu asked incredulously, "Grandpa, did you all catch these thieves together?"

Grandpa Li approached with a proud look on his face: "We cooperated with Xiao Chen to catch him, but it was mainly thanks to Xiao Chen."

Aunt Xu, leaning on her cane, glared at him and said irritably, "Old Li, you really know how to flatter yourself. Wasn't that all done by Xiao Chen? What does it have to do with us old folks?"

Grandpa Li wasn't angry. He scratched his head and chuckled, "At least I played a supporting role from the sidelines, but the credit really belongs to Xiao Chen. He's the one who subdued these thugs."

"Young man, impressive."

Police officer Brother Hu couldn't help but praise him, his eyes full of admiration.

The courtyard was full of elderly, weak, women and children; he knew without a doubt who had arrested these thugs.

They had been trying to catch this gang of thieves for a long time without any success, but unexpectedly, this young man subdued them all by himself.

Two young police officers took out handcuffs, handcuffed the criminals, and pulled them toward the police car.

Undeterred, the blond-haired young man pleaded, "Officer, I confess. I can reveal my brother's crimes. Could you consider it an opportunity for me to atone for my crimes?"

"Stop talking nonsense and be honest!"

Two young police officers shouted and took all the criminals into the police car.

Brother Hu walked up and patted Chen Jianming on the shoulder with a smile: "Brother Chen, we owe you a lot this time. You really solved a big problem for our police station. Why don't you come to the station with us? You've done such a great service, you should collect your bonus."

Chen Jianming looked on in astonishment: "You get a bonus for this kind of stuff?"

Brother Hu said with certainty, "Of course, this gang of thieves is very cunning. They not only steal, but they have also committed murder and injured many people. Our station has been offering a reward for clues about them for a long time, but due to limited police resources, we haven't had much success."

"Okay, Brother Hu, I'll go with you."

Chen Jianming nodded and got into the police car with Brother Hu.

Zhang Lu stood in the courtyard, her eyes glistening with tears. She wanted to talk to Chen Jianming, but with everyone present, she had no choice but to give up.

The police car left the alley and headed towards the police station.

In the car, Brother Hu tentatively asked, "Brother Chen, where did you learn your kung fu? It's so amazing."

Chen Jianming said modestly, "I learned it from an old hunter when I was in the mountains. It's just the tip of the iceberg, nothing special."

Upon hearing this, Brother Hu admired him even more.

This young man is not only skilled in martial arts, but also so humble and unassuming.

"You've really scratched the surface. There aren't many people in our station who can subdue so many thugs all by themselves."

Brother Hu, intrigued by his talent, asked directly, "With skills like yours, it's a real shame you're not a policeman. Would you be interested in joining our station?"

Chen Jianming was taken aback: "Brother Hu, why are you saying that too? Not long ago, when I was taking the train back to the city, an old train police officer also wanted me to stay and become a train police officer."

Brother Hu's eyes lit up, and he asked excitedly, "Could it be that you're the good policeman material that Old Huang mentioned in his letter?"

Chen Jianming nodded.

If there are no surprises, Lao Huang should be the old train police officer on the train.

After he caught the pickpocket, the other party said they would write him a letter of commendation.

Brother Hu then suggested, "Being a train police officer is too hard; you have to be on the train all year round. Why don't you come to our police station?"

Chen Jianming quickly waved his hand in refusal: "Forget it, I appreciate your kindness, but with my temperament, I really don't like being restricted."

Being a police officer means having to go to work on time every day and being subject to various regulations; it's nothing compared to the carefree and happy life of being a purchasing agent.

He really wasn't interested in being a policeman; he was content just spending his free time shopping with young girls and enjoying life.

Seeing his firm attitude, Brother Hu didn't want to persuade him any further, so he could only say with a regretful expression, "Alright, then I won't try to persuade you anymore. But if you ever have such thoughts in the future, the doors of our police station will always be open for you."

"Okay, if I ever want to be a policeman in the future, I'll definitely contact you."

Shortly afterward, the police car arrived at the police station.

Chen Jianming got off the bus and, under Brother Hu's arrangement, went to the office to fill out a form and received a bonus of 500 yuan.

That's a lot of money, 500 yuan! That's not some small amount of money you'll have in the future.

It is said that it was because this group of people stole an old leader's belongings that the old leader, in a fit of anger, raised the reward money.

Brother Hu wanted to present him with a banner, but he refused it outright.

Money is all that matters. Forget about the banner; it's too ostentatious and will easily attract jealousy in the compound.

After briefly learning about what happened and how the thief was subdued, he left the police station.

"This young man is a real talent, it's such a pity."

Brother Hu watched his retreating figure and shook his head regretfully.

After leaving the police station, I found a deserted alley and took out the tricycle from my spatial storage.

Following the location where Wang Balai hid the money, an hour later, he rode his tricycle to an abandoned kiln on the outskirts of the city.

This is almost the outer Fifth Ring Road! That bastard really knows how to hide!

The area around the earthen kiln was dilapidated, overgrown with weeds, and littered with mud bricks. You could hardly see a soul around.

"These criminals hid their money in a pretty well-hidden place."

Chen Jianming got out of the car and went into the earthen kiln. He squatted down in a corner, moved the broken bricks on the ground, and cleared away another layer of soil.

Then, a large wooden box appeared before us.

There was a lock on the box, but that was no problem for him. He slapped the lock open with his palm.

Upon opening the box, one finds stacks of banknotes, along with several gold chains and some bracelets and watches. Roughly estimated, the total value would be at least three thousand yuan.

That's nothing compared to the most eye-catching piece of jadeite on a large finger!

Wow! What a nice item! Not counting cash, this thing alone is worth the trip.

"These thugs have really done a lot of bad things."

It's obvious that all that money and jewelry was stolen, and now it's all gone to him for free.

Chen Jianming put the rings, banknotes, gold chains, and jewelry into his spatial storage, cleaned up any traces of his presence, and then rode his tricycle away from the earthen kiln.

I was planning to go straight home, but then I suddenly remembered that I still had half a wild boar meat in my storage space.

He slapped his forehead: "I was so focused on catching the thief that I forgot about this."

The space was already quite warm, and it had been sitting there for a day; if it stayed any longer, it would probably start to smell.

After thinking for a moment, he simply put away the tricycle.

With his feet firmly planted on the ground, he darted five or six meters forward, heading towards a state-owned meat processing plant's cold storage near the East City.

Anyway, there aren't many people in the suburbs, and he can't even run as fast as a tricycle.

In those days, there were no private cold storage facilities, but ordinary people would spend some money to store meat, and the people in charge of the cold storage would turn a blind eye.

After all, nobody wants to turn down money.

Arriving near the cold storage, he found a deserted alley and took out the tricycle and half a wild boar meat from his spatial storage.

Fortunately, there are no surveillance cameras these days, otherwise, if a tricycle and half a pig were to suddenly appear out of nowhere, it would scare countless people.

"Sir, store the pork. Hmm, it shouldn't have any odor yet!"