The Beginning of Siheyuan: The Pig Killer of Qinjia Village

After chatting for a while, the dishes were served on the table.

Chang Wei stood up and opened the wine, filling Zhao Zhen's and his own glasses.

He raised his glass. "Old Zhao, let me toast you first. Thank you for your help yesterday."

Zhao Zhen picked up the wine glass and smiled. "Am I such an indiscriminate person?"

"Yes, yes, yes, Lao Zhao, you are fair and selfless, and you serve the people wholeheartedly. I am also a commoner." Chang Wei smiled playfully. "Come on, drink it." He drank first as a sign of respect.

Zhao Zhen was speechless. This kid was quite cunning. He picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

"Come on, Lao Zhao, eat some food, don't be polite." After drinking, Chang Wei greeted and gave Qin Huairu some fried sea cucumber with green onions. "Wife, try this."

Qin Huairu smiled sweetly and picked up the braised oxtail for Chang Wei. "Boss, you eat too."

Zhao Zhen looked at Chang Wei and the others with a smile on his face, complaining in his heart.

Just eat, why are you showing off your affection? Is it appropriate for an old man like me to watch you show off your affection? I am not a single dog, my children are older than you.

"Awei, would you like to consider my last suggestion? I can recommend you to a special department."

Special department? Chang Wei happened to know that it was the Security Bureau, the predecessor of the Special Operations Department! It was one of the six bureaus in the six bureaus and one hall of the Central Public Security Ministry. (The public security forces are mainly responsible for eliminating the remaining bandits, defending the regime, maintaining social order, and defending the construction of the motherland.)

"Old Zhao, I'm used to being lazy and can't stand being restrained." Chang Wei smiled and shook his head, thinking for a moment and then said, "If you need it, I can teach your team all my grappling and fighting skills."

The contemporary grappling and fighting techniques are not as perfect as those in later generations. How could Chang Wei, who practices martial arts, not know about these grappling and fighting techniques that can be found on the Internet?

Anyone who wants to learn these grappling and fighting techniques of later generations will know that they are simple, and more complete, insightful and comprehensive than those of this era.

However, boxing cannot be learned overnight, but grappling and fighting can be learned quickly.

"Are you really willing to teach?" Zhao Zhen's eyes lit up. He had seen Chang Wei's strength with his own eyes, and he knew that he was definitely good at grappling and fighting.

But I have doubts in my heart. Aren't these boxing techniques unique? Will he really be willing to give them up?

Chang Wei raised his lips and looked at Zhao Zhen calmly. "First of all, I am also Chinese. Secondly, don't these things want to carry forward the tradition? If I do this, isn't it the same as carrying forward the tradition? But, Lao Zhao, you can't let me work in vain."

He finally added that his purpose was to have an official identity so that he could protect himself in the future.

Zhao Zhen smiled heartily. He felt comfortable listening to Chang Wei's words. This kid was conscious, and he thought more highly of him. He thought that this kid didn't lack money, so there was no need to mention money. It was a good opportunity to recruit him into the organization, so that it would be convenient if he was needed in the future. "Awei, I will recommend you to the commander to be the chief martial arts instructor of the Public Security Department of Sijiu City, and you will be specially approved to enter the organization. You are a layman, not a soldier, and your starting level is not high. You can only be arranged according to the current administrative level. It is estimated that you are just a section clerk. In a few years, you can be promoted to deputy section chief." He said a little embarrassedly.

He is a full colonel. The captain of the Public Security Brigade of the Ministry of Public Security in Sijiu City was just his title when he entered the city. Now he is the director of the Public Security Department of the Municipal Bureau. Recommending Chang Wei to be promoted to a clerk in one step is already the limit.

Chang Wei stared at Zhao Zhen with wide eyes and asked in surprise, "Old Zhao, you are not making big promises for me! You can actually promote me to deputy section chief in a few years, so what level are you at, deputy division level?"

It was not easy to be a section clerk in this era, with a salary of fifty or sixty yuan. It took many years for a clerk to become a clerk, and the next level below a section clerk was deputy section level, which was a high-level cadre.

I thought to myself that the highest-ranking official I had ever seen was the director of the county police station, who was considered a section-level cadre.

Zhao Zhen raised his eyebrows and said with a smile. "Who are you looking down on, kid? I am a full-time division commander, and my rank is not yet determined. If it is an administrative rank, it should be at least a full-time division commander! My title of Public Security Captain is still the title used when the country was just liberated. Now, to be more precise, I am the Director of the Public Security Department of the Municipal Bureau. The tens of thousands of black skins who were previously recruited and checked in the city, that is, the current police officers of the various branches of the Ministry of Public Security, are all under my charge."

(The Ministry of Public Security was not stable in the first two years of its establishment. It was not until August 1952 that the organization sequence was completely completed and the administrative system was transferred.)

Chang Wei was startled, then smiled faintly. He didn't care about the rank. He didn't plan to pursue a career in government. He just needed an identity to protect himself. Seeing Zhao Zhen's boastful look, I won't talk to you about this. "Okay, okay, Lao Zhao, you are awesome, okay? Come and have a drink."

After a glass of wine, Chang Wei said calmly, "Old Zhao, I don't really care what level you help me get. As you know, I also run a butcher shop, and I'm very busy every day. So I can only spare two days a month..."

I just want an official status that can protect myself. I don't care about the status. I am not cut out to be an official. So I can't let it hinder me from making money for a better life. It's okay to contribute occasionally.

Zhao Zhen knows a few tricks, but they are not very good. But he knows that practicing martial arts requires not only hard work, but also years of persistence. "Awei, two days in a month is not enough, right? It takes a year or two to see no effect after practicing martial arts, right?"

Chang Wei smiled confidently. "Old Zhao, the grappling and fighting I teach is not traditional Kung Fu, but a grappling and fighting technique that I integrated myself. Your people should all have a basic understanding of it. As long as they master it and practice more, it will be easy to master. If I have time, I can teach them all in a week..."

How could Chang Wei not think of this? But he didn't teach traditional Kung Fu. The public security forces now are all soldiers with a certain foundation. They usually train and learn grappling and fighting techniques. Doesn't that mean they only need hands?

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Let’s talk about two sides, the Jia family’s side.

Jia Dongxu heard his mother's legend before he even got home from the alley.

He was quite rational and sighed in his heart about his bad luck. He didn't have much to say about buying so much meat. He had already bought it and it was cheaper than usual. What else could he say?

Blame my mother? Or blame Chang Wei for selling meat? On one hand, my mother is my dependent mother, I can't bear to say it. On the other hand, there is the tall and strong Chang Wei. Not only can I not beat him up, but there is no reason to go to him. If he is cheating, how can I let it go with my temper?

Liu Haizhong beside him was talking in a leisurely manner. "Dongxu, your mother is really something. If she didn't take advantage of others, would she be laughed at? Look at how hot it is. She bought so much meat. If she doesn't handle it well, won't it get sick?"

Seeing that Jia Dongxu didn't say anything, he turned to Yi Zhonghai beside him and said, "Old Yi, you said that Jia's wife is usually so stingy that she didn't even buy a pound of meat for Dongxu's blind date. How could she be so cruel to buy hundreds of pounds this time?"

Seeing that he was talking about something irrelevant, Yi Zhonghai said something to him in a bad mood. "Old Liu, just stop talking!"

Then he whispered to Jia Dongxu, "Dongxu, go home and talk to your mother. It's hard to handle the meat in this hot weather. If you can't handle it, give me half of it."

He is now a senior worker and his salary is not low, so he doesn't care about this little money.

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