The Fourth Disaster Begins at the Dawn of the Millennium

After settling the people traveling with him, the nephew of the elder brother went back to his room and lay down directly. He closed his eyes, and sleepiness surged into his mind like a wave. He needed sleep so much. On this "secret journey north", the nephew had too many things to think about. He needed to be alert to whether there was anyone following the team behind him, and he had to take care of everyone's emotions...

He also has to prepare his speech in his mind. Once what they do succeeds, it will surely attract many media reporters, and maybe even central government officials. When facing these people, he cannot let his nervousness lead to incoherent speech. He must tell the story of what happened in his hometown well. How well he tells the story will affect how much national sympathy and central government attention the folks who stay in their hometown and persist in the struggle can win.

At this moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps outside the door, and then a light knock on the door. Then, a piece of paper was stuffed in through the crack of the door. Although the nephew was drowsy, he still noticed the unusual movement. He immediately opened his eyes, got out of bed, and prepared to escape through the window. If the person who broke into the house was a policeman, the nephew would do it without hesitation. However, after a long time, there was no movement outside the house. The nephew then discovered that there was suddenly a piece of paper on the ground, and he quickly picked it up.

The note read: "The police from xxx County have entered the xx district to conduct an investigation. The situation is urgent! Move immediately!"

At the same time, the plainclothes police who had just received the news and hurriedly drove here to conduct an investigation encountered several troublesome things in succession.

The first thing they noticed was that the car had been tampered with. They didn't drive a police car, but an ordinary car. And because they were short of manpower, they didn't leave anyone in the car to help. As a result, after they checked around, they suddenly found that the windows of the car they drove over had been smashed, the tires had been deflated, and the steering wheel had been removed.

The second thing was that the pistol and handcuffs he was carrying were lost. At that moment, he was heartbroken. The policeman who lost the gun began to quickly recall where he might have lost the gun. Then he suddenly thought of a possible place. That was when they were investigating just now, a group of two plainclothes policemen were suddenly entangled by four drunk men who seemed to be drunk. They shouted something like "Brothers, brothers! Let's have a drink together!" In order not to expose their whereabouts, the two plainclothes policemen did not directly beat up these drunk men, but persuaded them to leave with some persuasion. Now it seems that these drunk guys are the most suspicious and it is very likely that they lost their guns at that time.

"Damn, we're in big trouble! Losing this gun is a big deal! What if the lost gun goes off? That would be an even bigger deal! Wait until you take off your police uniform!" The group of people hurriedly returned to the place where they had just encountered the drunk without bothering to continue the investigation, and asked people around them about the situation, but no one could tell where the drunks had gone, as if they had separated.

The plainclothes police thought something was wrong and had to quickly notify the local police to explain the situation and ask for cooperation and help. At this time, the local police were also scared. Damn, you came to our territory quietly, which is fine. Ah, I understand. It's across provinces, so the procedures are more complicated. The procedures may not be completed yet. You came here to arrest people first. But how can you throw away the gun? Damn, this is causing trouble for us, isn't it...

In short, this plainclothes team heading north had trouble everywhere they went. Sometimes things got lost, sometimes the car was tampered with, and sometimes it seemed that the news leaked, allowing the enemy to escape early, making the ambush that everyone had carefully arranged go to waste. The most annoying thing was that one time on the street, they were directly robbed by four motorcycle gangs. Although the four motorcycle gangs were masked, a sharp-eyed plainclothes officer still recognized that this was one of the four drunks they met before.

"Damn it, I'm being targeted!"

As the team heading north got closer to Beijing, the local government in the south was also "anxious". They had already called in the "elite" of the public security to secretly chase and intercept them, but the team always jumped out of the "encirclement" like a slippery mud puck. They could already feel that there was an invisible thug interfering with their pursuit and interception, but they were helpless. After all, the team was moving too fast. You might have just made contact with Henan today, and tomorrow the other party would have gone to Hebei. By the time you made contact with Hebei, the other party...

Can you still give orders to Beijing to chase and intercept them? Isn't this going against the will of Heaven?

Since Chairman Mao solemnly declared to the world on the Tiananmen Tower in 1949: "The Central People's Government of the People's Republic of China was established today!" Tiananmen Square has since become the symbol of the People's Republic of China. The square records the indomitable revolutionary spirit and fearless heroism of the Chinese people. The May th Movement, the December th Movement, and the May th Movement have all left a strong color in China's modern revolutionary history, witnessing the Chinese people's struggles for democracy, freedom, and resistance to foreign aggression and reactionary rule.

The square is paved with neat stone slabs and surrounded by tall and straight trees. The leaves have begun to turn yellow. The breeze blows and the fallen leaves dance in the air. The five-star red flag flutters gently in the breeze. The surrounding stone sculptures and fountains sparkle with the sun. A few pigeons stroll leisurely in the square, occasionally flying up, their wings traversing the air, making a slight flapping sound. People walk through the square in twos and threes, some taking a walk, some taking pictures, looking particularly leisurely.

At this time, some villagers in plain clothes entered the square one after another. Although they were dressed simply, their expressions were determined. The old man's nephew held a roll of paper tightly in his hand and led everyone to walk steadily towards the flagpole. The person following closely behind the nephew held a colorful portrait in his hand, which showed a kind-looking old man. Other villagers followed one after another, holding signed blood letters in their hands.

People in the square began to notice this group of villagers, their eyes full of curiosity and confusion. My nephew saw that everyone had arrived, cameras were pointed at him, and there seemed to be a group of panicked plainclothes officers in the crowd, pushing through the crowd and rushing over. My nephew took a deep breath, bent his knees, and knelt down first. Other villagers followed closely, kneeling down one after another, holding up the signed blood letter and the portrait of the old man in their hands.

Chapter 130: The Blessing of the Mountains

The sky was filled with gray clouds, and the air was filled with the smell of soil and dead leaves. The village was surrounded by rolling hills, and only bare fields were left in the rice fields. At the entrance of the village stood a few old trees, whose leaves trembled in the autumn wind, and occasionally a few leaves fell. In the early morning, before the village fully woke up, a burst of urgent sirens broke the tranquility of the village.

On the dirt road in the distance, a fully armed team was driving towards the village. In front of the team was a police car with flashing lights and sirens, followed by trucks, cars and fire trucks. The whole team was magnificent and majestic, and everyone looked solemn. They were dressed in neat uniforms and held various types of firearms in their hands, which were shining coldly.

The front car was equipped with a machine gun, and the armed police wore helmets and bulletproof vests. The police held shields and batons in their hands. The team rushed along, and the sirens echoed on the dirt road in the countryside. The dirt road was bumpy and the dust raised by the passing vehicles covered the sky. The whole team seemed to be driving in a dust fog. The dust glowed golden in the sunlight, adding a touch of tension and oppression.

This convoy came too fast and too suddenly, so even though the "message tree" was knocked down, the villagers still didn't have time to escape far away. At this time, the old brother and the backbone members were most nervous. No matter what, the weapons in their hands could not compete with machine guns and assault rifles.

"Still stick to the original plan and cover the villagers' retreat to the mountains! We will stay behind to cover their retreat! I am ready to be riddled with bullets..."

However, when the convoy was more than 100 meters away from the village entrance, a dramatic scene occurred. The armed police on the car set up a loud speaker to warn: "People from xx village are not allowed to go out, people from xx village are not allowed to go out!" Then the whole team did not make any other moves. This operation made the brother overjoyed, and he shouted "This is a godsend opportunity". He immediately led the villagers to run further and went up the mountain from another village entrance. There was a camp set up by the villagers in the mountain. A lot of grain and various supplies harvested after the autumn harvest were stored. As long as they plunged into the mountains, the villagers could hold on for a while.

The armed police only set up loudspeakers outside the village but did not rush into the village or block the intersection, which surprised the public security and county leaders. The county leader found the person in charge of the armed police and said that this was "alerting the snakes!" This would make all the villagers flee from the back of the village, and once they hid in the mountains, it would be difficult to catch them.

But the armed police said: "Well, this is the standard procedure of first persuading people to surrender and then attacking..."

"Then you can change your strategy flexibly!" "Comrade, do you know more about this than I do?"

The armed police with assault rifles refused to charge, and the police with only shields, batons and pistols were even less willing to lead the charge. After all, the people on the other side were very fierce and would not immediately raise their hands and surrender when they saw the police rushing over. The stalemate lasted for an hour until the leaders above made a special phone call and the armed police soldiers cautiously entered the village.

At this time, of course all the people in the village had run away. Not to mention people, even the piglets were carried up the mountain by the villagers.

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Caves and abandoned air-raid shelters deep in the mountains and forests have become temporary shelters for the villagers.

Living in the mountains, eating, drinking, defecating and urinating are all very difficult. Although the villagers have prepared food in advance, cooking is a very particular matter. After all, before this, everyone would make "cooking smoke" when making fire and cooking. But what is the situation now? People outside are "searching the mountains", so how can they let the cooking smoke reveal their whereabouts?

"How can cooking be done without producing smoke?" The villagers were puzzled. At this time, the elder brother took action again.

He first taught everyone to dig a trapezoidal pit with a diameter of about 1 meter and a depth of about half a meter. The main purpose is to allow people to squat down and dig the stove, and to add firewood to cook later. Then, dig another pit about 30 centimeters away from this pit, which is slightly smaller, for placing the pot, and then connect the two holes from the bottom, and pile a certain height of soil around the first hole to block the light from the fire source, which is conducive to strategic concealment. Then, above the second hole, extend backward to dig at least three flues, each about 15 centimeters deep and about 2-3 meters long. Finally, cover the flue with branches, dead grass and other things, and then pat it with soil, so that the smoke can float out along the flue without exposing its own position.

Everyone dug out this kind of stove according to the old man's instructions, and started a fire to cook. Sure enough, the smoke from cooking was much smaller. To be precise, it was emitted in a dispersed manner. Although some smoke could still be seen from a close distance, no trace of smoke could be found from a distance or from the air.

The villagers praised the old man for his cleverness and inventing this "smokeless stove", but the old man waved his hands and said that he learned it from others. "This thing was used by the Chinese People's Volunteer Army during the Korean War. At that time, the American planes were very powerful. They would drop bombs when they saw the smoke from cooking on the ground. Our volunteer army could not do anything to the American planes in the sky, so we could only rack our brains to think about how not to expose ourselves."

Life like this, when you have a home but cannot return, is both uncomfortable and depressing. Even if someone is brave enough to sneak to a place closer to the village and take a peek at the house, it would be like being a thief.

After a boring day, when night falls, the temperature in the mountains and forests drops suddenly, and the cold gradually sets in. The villagers cannot make a fire, so they can only snuggle up to each other for warmth and sleep in their clothes. At the slightest sign of trouble, they will flee deeper into the mountains in panic.

The only way to get news from the outside world was the radio that my brother carried with him. He would turn on the radio during the prime time every evening to listen to the news from the outside world. Then he would transform himself into the "newspaper reader" of the past and explain to the villagers in words that they could understand what the news was about and what it meant.

The turning point happened one night. The brother was listening to the radio as usual, but today's news made him extremely excited because he heard a piece of news from the radio about what happened in Beijing. Just today, a shocking flag-kneeling incident occurred in Beijing. Central media such as Xinhua News Agency and foreign media all captured the scene with cameras. This afternoon, many central departments invited representatives of the villagers to have a direct dialogue.

"Fellow villagers, this is the turning point I was talking about! The turning point is coming!"

The old man's words made the villagers very happy, and many people asked: "Can we go back now?"

"No, we have to wait......." "Why?"

After thinking for a moment, the elder brother said:

"Because we don't know what the people down the mountain are thinking. What if they are waiting for us to come to their door? When I was working in Guangzhou, my teacher told us stories about the history of the Party. He said that after the Xi'an Incident, the Kuomintang continued to encircle and suppress the Red Army in the south. It was not until the July 7 Incident that the encirclement and suppression was stopped because the Kuomintang wanted to eliminate the Red Army in the south before the KMT-CPC cooperation was negotiated. Sometimes, the darkness before dawn is the darkest. We don't know if the people down the mountain will think of giving us the last blow at the last moment... I think we have to wait for the people from the central government to arrive here and see my nephew and other village representatives come back before we can rest assured to go down the mountain..."

Chapter 131 Let’s clean up the mess!

The flag kneeling and the "riot" that affected several counties were already a big deal in China, not to mention the "smear campaign" by some foreign media, which claimed that "disturbance, riots, and riots" were happening everywhere in rural China and even that "armed conflict had broken out." The central government denounced this kind of persuasion as "groundless" and severely criticized local governments internally: "Many of our local party and government leaders not only failed to properly handle some new situations and new problems that have emerged in rural areas today, but also easily dispatched public security and armed police to intensify the conflicts."

The local government did not put out the "rioters" in the mountains before the central government arrived, which made the local mess completely exposed to the central government, leaving nowhere to hide. At this time, the local bureaucrats could no longer use force to clear out the people in the mountains in front of the central government's "special envoys", and were forced to take soft measures, quickly releasing some of the farmers who had been arrested, and loosening the siege, withdrawing the personnel, so that the villagers could return to their hometowns. Then, the people who gave orders quickly "cut off" with those who did the dirty work on the front line, and began to discuss who would take the blame and how much to take...

At the same time, provincial and municipal leaders and the central government noticed a situation, that is, xx County, which was not far from the core area of ​​the "riot", was not affected by the prairie fire and no chaos occurred. A careful investigation revealed that the county party secretary reported the disaster situation in a realistic manner and did not collect taxes according to the standards of previous years. Not only that, he also sought disaster relief materials from the city and province, which seemed quite abrupt and out of place among the "ambitious" local leaders.

What was out of place back then has now become a standout. Of course, this is not entirely a good thing, because when everyone else makes a mistake and you are the only one who has not made a mistake and has not been punished, those who have been punished will not dare to be jealous of those above them, but will gather their resentment on those who have not been punished for no reason. As for the higher-level leaders, the "riot" is now over, and many leaders of the core county of the "riot" will be removed from top to bottom. Then, who will be the new county party secretary of this "messy" county?

"After organizational research, it has been decided that you will be relieved of your post as secretary of the xx County Party Committee and appointed as secretary of the xx County Party Committee..."

"It's a level tune..."

The county party secretary, who was originally preparing to return to the upper level to be the head of an archive or party history research office because his career had come to an end, suddenly received a new appointment notice, and the organization wanted him to continue to serve as the county head in the next county. After being in the officialdom for so long, he knew that this was not a good job. Of course, it was not a purely bad thing. Once he really led this county out and his political achievements continued to flourish, wouldn't his career take a turn for the better? This was the kind of opportunity hidden in the danger, but it was the kind of "nine deaths and slim chances".

The leaders above want me to take over the mess and help the local area get out of the aftermath of the "riot" as soon as possible so that it can pay taxes and grain again and not delay the "political achievements" of their superiors; my colleagues are probably secretly hoping that I will continue to make mistakes here. Not only will this mean having one less competitor, but it will also make me appear less incompetent.

Of course, he had another choice, which was to use various connections to decline the appointment, completely end his official career, and find a leisurely unit to start his retirement.

He thought about it, accepted the appointment, locked himself up and thought it over again, then found his superior and said: "The situation in xx County is very complicated. I hope the leaders can provide me with some policy assistance and support me in piloting some work here that is different from other counties." The county party secretary who was transferred horizontally also thought clearly that if he continued to do things in the same way as in previous years and continued to impose so many unclear and inexplicable "tax burdens", these farmers who had already picked up farm tools and worked hard once would probably do it again without hesitation.

By that time, I won't even have the chance to retire and enjoy my retirement. If I follow the routine, I will surely die. It is better to take the opportunity to strive for some policy space while the leaders are eager to get rid of the "riot" storm and are most tolerant of my demands. Then, I may be able to find a glimmer of hope.

This county party secretary who was transferred to a lateral post had a bold idea in his mind, which was to conduct a "fee-to-tax" pilot in his own county!

Before this, the central government had thought of many ways to regulate taxes and fees, such as listing various illegal charges and issuing a cancellation document. Of course, this had almost no effect, because when the higher authorities canceled 200 types of charges, the local governments immediately invented 300. So, instead of regulating this and that, it is better to cancel all "fees" and only collect one "tax", and pay taxes only once a year.

This method of simplifying things has existed since ancient times.

The "Two Tax Law" implemented in the Tang Dynasty can be said to be the first to open the precedent of China's fee-to-tax reform. The "Two Tax Law" merged the chaotic and complicated tax types into household tax and land tax to avoid the situation of "hundreds of taxes" and the people "paying taxes every ten days and every month without rest"; the "One Whip Law" of the Ming Dynasty merged corvée, land tax and various miscellaneous fees into one kind of land tax, which was levied once based on the land; in the early Qing Dynasty, Yongzheng adopted the tax reform of "returning the fire consumption to the public", changed the secret collection to open collection, and the provinces unified the tax rates and collection amounts, and the fire consumption silver that was originally collected and paid by the local governments was changed to be uniformly remitted to the national treasury, and then the central government "transferred" a part of the silver as the maintenance silver of local officials and subsidies for local administrative expenses.

Now is an excellent opportunity to conduct a pilot program of "fee-to-tax reform". Precisely because of the "peasant riot" that has occurred, emergency notices from the State Council, special meetings, and the review and processing of agricultural projects are being issued one after another. For a period of time, "burden reduction" will undoubtedly become a major issue in China this year and will be supported by the central government.

The problem of difficulties in grassroots financial operation that may be encountered after the "fee-to-tax" reform is much easier to solve in counties where "riots" have occurred than in other counties, because the various "fees" in the past were intended to support the huge expenses of hiring personnel at the grassroots level (especially the "collection teams"). But now, the "joint defense teams" and "collection teams" hired by the grassroots of those towns and villages are either dead or injured, or they are either injured or they escape, which is equivalent to experiencing a "reduction in swelling and staffing", so the county does not have to worry about the problem of collective petitions caused by the dismissal of a large number of temporary workers at one time.

It can be said that if the county party secretary had submitted a report to his superiors at this time requesting "rural tax and fee reform with the main purpose of reducing the burden on farmers", he would have had the best time, place and people.

Under such circumstances, the county party secretary felt that as long as a discussion meeting like this was held in the province to discuss and approve the matter, nothing unexpected would happen. Of course, if nothing unexpected happened, something unexpected did happen.

Chapter 132 Aftermath

In the deep mountains and forests, several naked bodies were buried in the soil. They claimed to be members of the famous "Axe Gang" (not the one in Shanghai during the Republic of China period, but the underworld active in the Hunan-Guangdong region in the 80s).

"Are you really from the Axe Gang? Oh, you really have an axe, that's fine."

The members of the "Axe Gang" who were tied up by the players of the Black Ops Group were shot one by one, then stripped of their clothes and buried naked in the woods to give back to nature. These clothes, identification cards and iconic axes naturally fell into the hands of the players.

"I'd like to borrow your identities for a while......"

Occasionally, the barking of dogs broke the silence of the night. The sky was covered with heavy dark clouds, blocking the moonlight, making the country road look dark and mysterious. The cold wind whistled, rolling up the dead leaves scattered on the roadside, making a rustling sound. On this dark country road, a black Mercedes-Benz car drove past quickly, and its headlights drew two dazzling lights in the dark night.

The dismissed county party secretary was in the car. He had fled the county overnight. The news that he was leaving had leaked out. This news would soon spread throughout the county. When the surrounding rural farmers heard that the secretary was leaving, their originally calm moods became agitated again. Many people shouted that they wanted to "settle the accounts." The county police were also very nervous because they also heard that nearby farmers were going to drive dozens of motor vehicles and bring a large group of people to the county party compound to intercept the dismissed secretary.

As for taking the initiative to resolve the crisis? Don't be ridiculous. Now, no one in the county government is willing to "protect" the former "powerful" secretary. The only thing the secretary can do is to run away in advance and avoid being stuck in the county party committee compound, which would be embarrassing.

Suddenly, a brick hit the front window of the Mercedes-Benz car, and the glass shattered, with fragments flying everywhere and making a crisp cracking sound. The driver panicked and slammed on the brakes. The car left a long brake mark on the road and finally stopped. The dismissed county party secretary sitting in the car had a flash of anger in his eyes. Damn it, losing his official hat is already very annoying, and now someone smashed his car, how can it not be annoying. But soon, the anger in his heart turned into fear. He quickly looked around and saw several masked men in front and behind. They were holding axes, with fierce light in their eyes, and quickly approached the car.

"Lock the door!" he shouted hurriedly, but it was too late. The masked man had already reached the side of the car door away from the secretary, opened the door, and before the secretary could find his wallet, he chopped the secretary's neck with the axe in his hand without stopping. Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the seats and floor in the car red. His eyes became dull in an instant, and his body fell to one side weakly.

The next morning, at a provincial seminar, the county party secretary who had been transferred out talked about his thoughts on tax and fee reform over the years. He said: "Since it is a reform, it will inevitably involve specific issues of some departments. Therefore, I especially hope that all relevant departments will give more understanding and support to this reform."

Many other departments expressed their support at the meeting. Even those who opposed the reform only said that the reform plan should be more detailed and the current plan was too rough. However, there were also people who firmly opposed the reform at the meeting. They were mainly representatives of the provincial finance department, which was responsible for the collection of agricultural taxes. They were very sharp. They directly rebuked loudly at the meeting: "Don't you feel bad for talking while standing! You are giving random advice! You have messed up the taxes and fees, and you can't collect the money. Who will pay the wages in the future? When you can't pay the wages, people will not come to you, but to me!"

Any reform cannot be promoted simply by proving its feasibility. Even partial reforms are very difficult to promote. "Fee-to-tax" is only to reduce the burden on farmers, and it still needs to be negotiated with many vested interests. At noon that day, the county party secretary who argued at the meeting learned that his "predecessor" was hacked to death on the road. Although the preliminary investigation on the scene showed that he died from the robbery of the "axe gang" that had revived in the local area, it still reminded him of the local rural "riots". If he could not handle the burden of farmers, his fate might be worse than that of his "predecessor".

In the afternoon, the "communication" between the county party secretary and the opponents became more intense, and his words often shocked everyone. The implicit meaning of his words was: "If we don't carry out the fee-to-tax reform and reduce the burden on farmers, then the next "riot" in rural areas can be counted down. As the county party secretary, I am ready to lose my official hat and even my head... If we don't "increase income" from farmers, we can "increase income" from other places and "cut expenditures", but if a riot happens again, how will the central government view our province... "

Finally, it was the provincial leader who set the tone. He meant, "Let's do a pilot project in your county first. The starting point of rural tax and fee reform should be affirmed, and the idea is good. This can not only reduce the burden on farmers, but also reduce the mistakes made by cadres and promote the development of the rural economy. As for what to name this reform? How to change it? We can learn from Guangdong's method of 'giving birth to children first and then naming them'."

The pilot project of "replacing fees with taxes" has finally started, but the county party secretary who left the provincial government is not at ease. "Replacing fees with taxes" is not a "cure-all" solution. In his opinion, the best thing to do right now is to directly cancel all agricultural taxes, but this step is too big, so big that it is a big mistake...

In Chinese history, there have been many rural tax reforms, such as the "Two Tax Law" in the Tang Dynasty and the "One Whip Law" in the Ming Dynasty. The content of the reforms was basically to simplify the complex. Those reform measures may be able to "clear up the long-standing evils" in the short term, giving farmers a chance to recuperate, but in the end, they all went to the opposite side without exception, and raised the threshold for future tax increases, and the burden on farmers became heavier. This is what the ancients called "accumulation of harm that cannot be reversed."

"We have to eat one bite at a time and walk one step at a time. Let's first get the fee-to-tax reform done..."

"Fee-to-tax" not only needs the support of the superiors, but also the response of the grassroots. Fortunately, most of the people who are closely related to the interests of various "fees" at the grassroots level, such as village cadres, township cadres, and various "temporary workers and thugs", have been physically cleared out. Now, if rural areas want to resume governance, it is not enough to force people to be village cadres as in the past. The villagers must be allowed to democratically elect village cadres. Then what kind of people can the villagers elect? I am afraid that those who lead the trouble...

But that is impossible... How could the superiors sit back and watch those who killed village and township cadres and led the riots turn into village cadres? Although most villagers can only be criticized and educated, in order to restore everyone's trust, the only way is to allow the villagers to truly have the right to democratic elections. But those who led the riots and those with blood on their hands must be "brought to justice"!

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The night enveloped this privately built small dock, as if an invisible black curtain isolated it from the outside world. The sea breeze mixed with the salty smell blew in my face. A bearded man squatted on the ground, and the newspaper in his hand trembled slightly in the wind. He was wearing an old jacket with worn cuffs and traces of mud and seawater on his trouser legs. He held the newspaper tightly in both hands and glanced in the direction of the port from time to time.

The person standing next to the elder brother said:

"Don't hesitate, brother. The company will take care of your son's life and study. The company is also slowly reaching out to your fellow countrymen and will take care of them. You have too many charges on your shoulders now. If someone like you stays here, you will be sentenced to death! The boss can't protect you. The best strategy is to run away! To be honest, brother, what you did in your hometown was completely beyond our expectations... Have you heard of Giant God Company? Our boss thinks that you can try to go to Giant God Company for further studies for a period of time. If you have the opportunity, you may become a direct employee of the group, just like us, and become a corporate warrior."

As the night deepened, the surroundings became strangely quiet, with only the sound of waves hitting the shore coming from time to time. The old man looked down at the newspaper in his hand, which was a newspaper from his hometown a day ago. The news published on it made him satisfied and determined.

"The ship is here, hurry up and get on board!" An urgent shout came from the dock. The old man took a deep breath, carefully folded the newspaper, and stuffed it into the inner pocket of his jacket. He stood up, stretched his stiff limbs, and then walked towards the ship.

“Bon voyage and see you in East Timor!”

At the same time, in my brother’s hometown, a new village party secretary election meeting was successfully held, and my brother’s nephew was elected village party secretary with a high vote. His nephew is quite special. After all, he was received by the leaders of the central government in Beijing and appeared on the "Focus Interview". Although he participated in "making trouble", he did not kill anyone personally. Therefore, in line with the principle of "talking about politics in major cases and talking about influence in medium cases", the nephew was also among those who were "criticized and educated", and finally he successfully became the village party secretary. As for other villages, most of those who took the lead in making trouble and had the opportunity to be elected as village cadres ran away.

As soon as the new county party secretary took office, he visited many towns in the county. The situation was not optimistic. Because of the destruction caused by the "riot", the county had to allocate insufficient funds for local production and people's livelihood recovery, which brought challenges to the "fee-to-tax" work. The county party secretary could not go back and open up "tax sources" from farmers. There was no change in the county's industrial development, and the funds saved from "savings" were very limited. If the "fee-to-tax" did not bring good "political achievements", the leaders above would no longer support his work.

At this time, the arrival of a businessman brought good news to the anxious county party secretary. The other party said that his ancestors were locals. In 49, his ancestors were forced to go to Taiwan, and later his family went to Indonesia to work hard. This year, anti-Chinese riots broke out in Indonesia. In desperation, he could only "return to his roots" with his family business. He wanted to contract some land locally, invest in agriculture and rural areas, and engage in characteristic agriculture and rough processing of agricultural products.

Chapter 133 Passing the baton to friends on the other side of the ocean

The year is 1999. At this time, the whole world is still amazed by the super robbery in the United States (the Federal Reserve Bank on Manhattan Street in New York was robbed, and the gold of inestimable value was robbed, which will be described in detail in the "American Chapter"). In China, a group of new players who joined the game have been lurking in Xiamen. Before this, the players have explored mature robbery experience in Zhanjiang and other places. They not only want to rob offline cash, but also control the parties as much as possible, and secretly transfer a large amount of online money overseas.

"In the past, people said that the KMT's five sons were gold, money, house, car, and women. Now, in that red building, Lai Changxing, the chairman of the Yuanhua Group, also has his own new-age five sons, namely money, house, car, woman, and position. Few people can resist the attack of this chairman's "five sons"."

There is a saying in the officialdom: "I basically don't get drunk when I drink, I basically don't care about work, I basically don't touch my salary, and I basically don't need a wife." There is also a saying: "I don't get drunk after drinking one or two cups, I can dance two or four steps, I won't retire after being an official for fifty or sixty, I won't get tired after picking up seven or eight girls, and I won't go to bed after playing cards until nine or ten o'clock." Under this kind of drunkenness and money-obsessed atmosphere in the officialdom, there are only a handful of officials who can keep themselves out of trouble. Under the "offensive" of the chairman of Yuanhua Group, the entire Xiamen Customs, or the entire Xiamen officialdom, was "conquered."

The Yuanhua Group not only engaged in smuggling, but also carried out smuggling in an orderly and civilized manner under the leadership of the customs. The benefits were shared by all, and order was maintained together, so that Xiamen could remain a national civilized city and take the road of "common prosperity" through smuggling. In Xiamen Customs, "those who follow the rule of law will prosper, and those who go against it will perish." Those who did not listen to Lai Changxing or opposed Lai Changxing were all transferred to units that did not take care of things, or transferred to work in remote customs. Those who approached Lai Changxing were all promoted and made a fortune, and lived a life of debauchery all day long.

Therefore, Lai Changxing disdained the disorderly smuggling in Zhanjiang and other places, the use of high-speed boats to break through the customs, or the sneaky smuggling in the middle of the night, and mocked it as "stealing". The smuggling of Yuanhua Group was "not stealing". Yuanhua's smuggling method was different from other maritime smuggling. The ship carrying Yuanhua's goods entered Xiamen Port openly during the day. Whether it was the customs, public security, industry and commerce, or border defense, as long as they knew that it was Yuanhua's goods, they all raised their hands and let it go. When Yuanhua's goods arrived, the customs officers did not even check the goods. Whatever Yuanhua said was the goods, it was the goods, and the number reported was the number.

"How much can we grab this time?" asked a player.

"It's hard to say. The scale of this person's smuggling is indeed very large, and the amount involved is tens of billions. However, a lot of money is stored online or turned into fixed assets. We may not be able to get all of this wealth."

"We'll get as much as we can, let's get started!"

At this time, there are about a hundred players who have sneaked into Xiamen. They are all newcomers who have never "registered" with the Universal Group, and then joined the black action team. Even if they are shot or captured, they can't find any connection with the Universal Group. These more than a hundred people have already figured out the office buildings, factories and other bases of the Yuanhua Group and its subordinate enterprises in Xiamen. Of course, the most important thing is the Red Building used to entertain "VIPs", which is the focus of the next siege.

However, what the new players who are a bit "rough" in doing illegal work don't know is that due to the lack of carefulness in the early investigation, some signs have been exposed, which have made the chairman of Yuanhua Group wary. This person often reads newspapers and watches TV, and has many friends in the officialdom. He can learn some information from them. So what is the situation in the past two years? At least in the field of smuggling, it is getting harder and harder.

On the one hand, their smuggling has seriously hurt tax revenue and the economy in the market, for example, it has dealt a huge blow to China's oil companies. Although the smuggling groups have a huge network of relationships behind them, they are not rookies. Many state-owned enterprises, including oil companies, also have their own networks. There is now a major conflict of interest between the two sides, so they will definitely fight to the death. It can be predicted that the crackdown on smuggling will become more and more severe in the future.

On the other hand, the mysterious disappearances and deaths of smuggling gangs and their protectors in Zhanjiang and other places made Lai Changxing, who was also involved in smuggling, feel "chilled."

Now, Lai Changxing not only feels that he might be knocked down by the legal "iron fist", but also that the hidden undercurrents might take his life at any time, just like what happened in Zhanjiang.

The night was dark and cold. In the red building built by Yuanhua Group, there was a lobby with high-grade marble, luxurious bathrooms, bright red pure wool carpets, magnificent furniture, antiques, jade, ancient porcelain and huge stone and wood carvings, which reminded people of the lobby of the Lisboa Casino in Macau. At the entrance of the red building, the thugs and bodyguards of Yuanhua Group looked around vigilantly, performing their protection duties meticulously.

However, in the shadows opposite the Red Mansion, a group of masked men wearing masks were approaching silently. They surrounded the Red Mansion from all sides like ghosts and approached the door of the Red Mansion silently. At this time, a bodyguard at the door seemed to have noticed something. As soon as he turned around, he was knocked to the ground by a dull gunshot. The other bodyguards fell down one after another before they could react, and their blood stained the marble floor of the Red Mansion red.

"Quick, block the Red Building, the assault team goes straight to the top floor and arrest Lai Changxing!"

The masked men quickly rushed to the top floor. The beautiful women in the Red Mansion and some of the guests being entertained had no time to react before they were frightened by the gunshots and fled in all directions. Screams echoed in the luxurious Red Mansion.

The entire seventh floor of the Red Building was Lai Changxing's extremely luxurious private office. There were four big words on the door of the office: "Only me in the world!" The masked men broke the door violently as soon as they came up, but when they reached the top floor, they found that Lai Changxing was not there. They searched the entire Red Building but couldn't find him.

"Fuck, we need to find out Lai Changxing's whereabouts from them as soon as possible, and search this office for any sensitive materials, which can be put to good use. In addition, we need to know the identities of those guests. If we can't squeeze money out of Lai Changxing, then there's no need for us to let these small fry go..."

No one knew why Lai Changxing rushed to the airport with his family and boarded an international flight to the United States while the players were still planning to raid the Red Mansion. It was not until several hours after the plane took off that the players interrogated the information about the flight from the insider.