Siheyuan, don't yell at me

This black market is located between Nanluoguxiang and the Red Star Steel Mill, and most of the people coming and going are locals from Beijing.

He Daqing is a well-known figure in Nanluoguxiang. Even though he doesn't recognize others, others will definitely recognize this damned He Dalu.

He Dalu is as wicked as ever and has no mercy at all.

The more familiar you are with him, the more miserable he will be to you.

Yan Bugui has a deep understanding of this point.

At this time, Yan Bugui was enjoying the preferential treatment of He Daqing.

It is enough for others to just squat, but Yan Bugui has to squat with a brick on his head.

According to He Daqing, Yan Bugui, as a teacher, knew the law but broke it, and he was afraid that he would be struck by lightning.

For the sake of Yan Bugui's life and property, let him use a brick to block it.

Lai Saner covered his swollen face and was also very angry.

How come He Dalu was able to turn things around and become the head of the security department?

This bastard is much more immoral, mean and despicable than him.

Oh my God, I am so blind.

A fat middle-aged man in his forties was curled up in the corner and shivering.

Looking at He Dalu's expression, he seems to be trying to punish him as if he were a landlord.

You have to know that the transition of power in the old city was peaceful, and those who had a little wealth had at least 50,000 yuan, if not 100,000 yuan.

If this is regarded as an example, it would be too unfair.

With his wealth, he can't even get a ranking.

Feeling the fearful looks in everyone's eyes and the constant dings of the system, reminding him of his resentment points, He Daqing was extremely happy.

It was as if I had returned to the days when I dominated Nanluoguxiang and was showing off my power.

He Daqing would naturally show leniency to those who had nothing on them.

My position as section chief is not very stable.

But you can't make things too big just to gain resentment points.

But there were some individuals whom He Daqing disliked, such as Yan Bugui and others, who were just filled in.

There is another type, which includes small cadres in various factories, or relatives and friends of cadres.

With some power in hand, he can get a lot of good stuff and take it to the black market to trade.

This type of people, together with the middlemen, are the main vitality of the black market.

He Daqing seemed to have a change of heart and said to the security team members:

"It's not easy for a small cadre to save some money and sell it.

We can't go too far, just confiscate the things and let the person go.

By the way, let them register and sign and put their fingerprints.

This will save them from going out and then turning their backs on their promises."

Chen Dagen flatters a lot.

"The section chief is kind-hearted~

It is their blessing to meet the section chief..."

He Daqing kicked Chen Dagen away.

“You know nothing.

If we catch them and follow the rules, will they come to the black market again in the future?

If they don't come to the black market anymore, who can I catch? They'll be left to starve..."

After He Daqing's kindness, the vegetable market, which originally had four or five hundred people, was relocated.

The crowd suddenly thinned out, with only about forty people left.

He Daqing waved his hand and called a dozen people, asking them to escort the more than 40 people back to the steel rolling mill.

There was a wide variety of captured materials, and the team members worked until midnight to move everything back to a warehouse in the steel mill.

Outside the small canteen of the steel rolling mill, members of the Security Department and the Public Security Committee were happily enjoying a sumptuous midnight snack.

Tonight's harvest is even richer than I imagined.

Everyone looked at He Daqing eagerly, wanting to know how much of the stolen goods had been handed over, how much had been withheld, and how much they would get.

He Daqing did not hide anything and said directly:

"Why are you all looking at me, Mr. Ben? Is there something wrong with my face?

You want to know what to do with the seized items, right?

If I don't tell you, you won't be able to sleep tonight~

The dean of undergraduate studies here has to make a statement. We have to keep at least half of them.

Of course, the remaining half belongs to the collective and will not be distributed directly to everyone.

But it will definitely be used where it is needed most, such as enriching the food in the canteen, improving the living standards of the team members, and enhancing their combat capabilities.

Regarding the specific plan, I will discuss it with several squad leaders and come up with a charter.

What the hell, why do you look like you're dead?

I'm trying to be more tactful. Don't you understand?

Then let’s be direct.

The stolen goods seized will be disposed of and exchanged for money or supplies.

In addition to using it in the canteen to provide food and drink for everyone, any surplus will be distributed in the form of grain, oil, rice and flour..."

This really touched the hearts of the team members.

Nowadays, food always requires hard currency, which is much more useful than money.

Originally, when He Daqing said that the team members could have some meat with every meal, everyone thought it was a joke.

Unexpectedly, just one day later, He Daqing achieved this goal.

With these supplies subsidized to the small canteen, everyone will not have to worry about lack of meat for at least two months.

Some smart team members even came up with new ways to get rich.

"Chief, I have something to say.

There are several alleys over Maoer Hutong, all of which are used for brothels.

Should we sort this out?

Section Chief, they make a lot of money doing that job..."

He Daqing quickly interrupted the other party and cursed:

"Shut up now, don't you think it's unlucky to earn money from a woman selling her body?

You make a lot of money from that job, but have you ever spent any money on it?

I would rather starve to death than take the money from selling meat.

They are all miserable women. How can you say that? Has your conscience been eaten by a dog?

Don’t mention this matter again, Master He Daqing will never agree to it…”

What a joke! Those brothels are where I, He Daqing, go to have fun.

I'm going out to have some fun, and then I'm going to turn around and take people to catch them. Do I still have any shame left?

Besides, if they become good women, where will I be able to live happily in the future?

After giving the team members a righteous lecture, He Daqing did not even take a rest and began to interrogate the captured criminals overnight.

There are more than a dozen people reselling bottles and jars, most of whom have wealthy ancestors.

Among them were several former pawnshop owners who were used to a good life and could not get used to eating cornmeal, so they could only sell their old items to make a living.

As usual, everyone's information was registered and signed and fingerprints were taken.

These guys must have a lot of good stuff in their hands. We have to find a way to get those things from them.

If the treasure is in the hands of these lazy guys, it will be like a pearl covered in dust. How can I, He Daqing, sit back and watch?

He Daqing also planned to release these people.

The prerequisite is that they have to identify the bottles and jars seized by He Daqing and then assess their prices.

In the end, the only ones left were ruffians.

Basically, they are either black market organizers or middlemen, and they can flexibly switch between the two identities at any time.

He Daqing himself is a veteran, so he naturally knows the harm these hooligans do to the people.

Besides, I, He Daqing, am now the enemy of evil.

As for these black sheep, they must be taught a lesson...