Chapter 155 Yingdong
The lights in Xiaojingchang Hutong were off, but inside Qianmen, a three-story Chinese-style corridor building between Xipi Street and the Public Security Bureau was still lit up.

This is the current location of the North China People's Government.

In the leadership office on the third floor, several leaders who had attended the opening ceremony of the Chinese medicine factory at noon were holding a large teacup, slurping sweet potato noodle and mutton offal soup with chili peppers, sweating profusely.

"Haha," Leader Peng suddenly laughed and said, "What a loss!"

"We paid a dollar gift at noon, but we only ate one or two pieces of mutton, which made us hungry."

"At night, I can only eat some sweet potato noodles and mutton offal soup to satisfy my cravings."

Leader Wang, who was in charge of business, laughed and said, "I don't think it's just that, is it?"

"After conducting an on-site investigation of the Chinese medicine factory that opened at noon today, did it arouse your enthusiasm for work?"

"Hmm!" Leader Peng took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, threw a cigarette to Leader Wang, struck a match, and after the two heads put together and lit the cigarette, they took a deep breath at the same time.

After slowly exhaling the smoke, Leader Peng sighed: "Going deep into the masses, relying on the masses, and organizing the masses have always been the magic weapon of our party."

"Do you think the organizational form of the Chinese medicine factory they opened is similar to the labor-changing societies and various cooperatives that the masses spontaneously organized when we called for "self-reliance and adequate food and clothing" in the Yan'an Border Region?"

Leader Wang nodded. "That's right, but there is a slight difference. It is the reformed feudal elements who take the initiative to provide the missing means of production."

"Although the money will be returned later through profit provision, the ownership of the factory belongs to the majority of workers, and the distribution of surplus value also belongs to the majority of workers."

“This is a big improvement!”

"Hmm!" Leader Peng took a few puffs on his cigarette and lit up another one. The smoke floated in front of him and the light made his face look heavy. "I'll write a report first. This newly opened Chinese medicine factory will be given special attention."

"We should arrange for the comrades below to investigate the situation from time to time. What problems will the Chinese medicine factory encounter? Help solve them. This will have a very good demonstration effect on us learning from the Soviet big brother to carry out socialist transformation."

"it is good!"

A few days later, on the evening of February 2th, which happens only once every four years, Wang Deming boarded a train to Hankou at the East Station.

Beyond Wang Deming's imagination, the 20,000 yuan was stuffed into the cargo box of the train openly. The cargo box was also filled with various old books and ancient books as well as Ming and Qing Dynasty mahogany furniture. They were loaded in so openly.
Wang Deming had to admire Liu Yuchen's ability to win people's hearts and his boldness, and he also had the government-issued export certificate for used items.
As the saying goes, enemies often meet on a narrow road. In addition to the guide Liu Yuchen, the head of "Pawnshop Liu", the representative of the Le family was the son of the fourth branch of the Le family, Le Huashi. Of course, except for a cold snort of dissatisfaction after meeting, this kid stayed away from them at other times.
As for whether someone says something behind your back, just ignore him. We are not the same kind of people.

They have their own circles, including Zhou Xingkun, the owner of the Henry Watch and Glasses Shop, Ge Maozhai, the owner of the Baofu Ge Shop on Zhushi Street, Cao Wenduo, the owner of the Di'anmen Boguzhai, and the representative of Rongxingzhai.
Except for Ge Maozhai, whom Wang Deming had met once, he had never met any other people.

Wang Deming was shocked. What the hell, is it so easy to go to Hong Kong these days? He thought he had to board a ship in Tianjin, travel by day and night, bribe the patrol officers in Hong Kong, or even confront a few pirates.

You know, Wang Deming deliberately brought the long and short guns with him and hid them in his bag just to deal with emergencies.
Is there no guard at Luohu Port? Or is there no checkpoint yet?

With this doubt in mind, Wang Deming traveled from Beijing to Hankou, from Hankou to Guangzhou, and from Guangzhou to Shenzhen. Then the train stopped.
Of course there are still checkpoints, if they can be called checkpoints: a squad of soldiers on both sides stood guard on both sides of Luohu Bridge with steel rifles in hand. There was a tattered long table on the side of the road, and two people in Zhongshan suits stood behind it;
Behind him was a dilapidated adobe house. Along both sides of the Shenzhen River, there were several wooden poles of different heights standing upright, with sparse barbed wire tied on top. You could just bend over and walk through them.

In the distance, you can see many farmers wearing gray and black cloth clothes, carrying hoes in twos and threes, and rowing leisurely to the Xiangjiang River.
There were also people walking slowly from Hong Kong towards Shenzhen, and they greeted each other from afar when they met each other.

WTF! Wang Deming watched all this in disbelief.

Not long after the train stopped, two young men in Zhongshan suits boarded the train. They were no more than 20 years old and shouted, "Open your carry-on bags." "We need to check!"

Everyone opened their packages without a care in the world, including Wang Deming, but he only opened the package he was carrying and did not even move the large canvas bag under his feet.

The two customs officers, if they were real, walked from the front to the back of the carriage after getting on the train. Apart from taking a look at the cargo export certificate in Liu Yuchen's hand, they got off the train leisurely.

This train only has one passenger carriage, and the rest are freight carriages. Except for a few carriages carrying used goods from Beijing, the rest are loaded with pigs, sheep, chickens, ducks, etc. along the way.
"Woo" the train started slowly again, crossed the Luohu Bridge and headed towards the Xiangjiang River opposite.

Seeing Wang Deming's confusion, Ge Maozhai smiled and explained: "We are helping the country earn foreign exchange."

"Besides, the area across the street is also ours. We just haven't taken it back yet. We can come and go as we please."

"We are still farming across the street. We have 4000 acres of land. Even if you bring a large package over to do business, no one will bother you."

I was influenced by movies, TV shows and novels, and there were stories of people escaping to Hong Kong and then drowning while swimming. It turns out that no one cared about this.
The train soon arrived in Kowloon, and the warehouse owner who had been waiting for a long time, along with his porters, quickly unloaded all the goods on the platform.

Wang Deming didn't care about other things, but he only had 20,000 yuan and a large canvas bag that he had stuffed into it before passing through customs. Wang Deming lifted his hands and put them on the cart with two rubber wheels.

Suddenly the rubber wheel stopped halfway, and several strong men around looked at each other with flickering eyes.

Wang Deming raised the corners of his mouth in disdain. He took out a long cloth bag containing stick-like objects from the large canvas bag, took out a Browning from it, pulled the bolt with a "click", and everyone immediately became obedient.

Even more honest was Le Huashi, whose face turned pale again. He ran to Liu Yuchen's side, muttering to himself.

Liu Yuchen came over with a smile and glanced at the long cloth bag. "Brother Deming, don't be so nervous. We have cooperated with the warehouse here for many years."

"It would be bad if the English and Indians found out what you have."

Wang Deming held the cloth bag in one hand and smiled back at him, "What's wrong with that?"

"If the British hadn't recognized our country right away, would they still be able to show off their power here now?"

"Give me a company and I'll kill all the British here!"

"Uh" Liu Yuchen saw that he couldn't explain it, so he just let him go.

After all the other things were moved into the Xiangjiang Liyuan Warehouse, Liu Yuchen was worried that the night would be long and that Wang Deming, who was young and hot-tempered, might cause trouble, so he quickly took Wang Deming to the nearby "Hengxing Silver Bank" to find the owner Wang Juxiang and exchanged the 20,000 oceans for U.S. dollars.

Twenty thousand dollars was exchanged for a shallow stack of US dollars, less than 8340. Wang Deming cursed in his heart, "Fuck it."

In the evening, Liu Yuchen and others went out for social events. Wang Deming quietly left the warehouse carrying a large canvas bag, walked as if he were riding a car, and followed what he had inquired during the day. He went all the way west to Goose Neck Street and found a "Youru" grocery store.

"I'm looking for Henry Fok!"

(End of this chapter)