Chapter 40 Reputation
This group of people were all wearing white tops with four pockets, black pants, and a white strip of cloth on the left chest with the words "Chinese People's Police" embroidered in red.

A brim hat with the national emblem of New China in the center.

The leader had a square face, thick eyebrows, a wide nose, and a wide mouth. After he brought people in, he glanced at the dining table with disgust, his brows furrowed, and he shouted again: "Who is Chang Youguang?"

My brother-in-law Chang Youguang's face immediately turned pale, even paler than the solid-colored double-breasted silk jacket he was wearing today. He swallowed nervously, his legs trembling, and he stood up slowly and tremblingly while replying, "Police, police comrade, it's me."

When the leading policeman saw Chang Youguang's appearance, his brows furrowed even more, and disgust deepened in his eyes. He took out a piece of paper from his left lower pocket and threw it open with a "snap". There was a red heading on it: Jiaodaokou Police Station, and a red seal at the bottom left.

"I am Zhang Dayong, Director of Jiaodaokou Police Station"

"Chang Youguang, someone reported you for smoking opium and hiding opium!"

"You are now detained according to the law!"

"And we will search your home according to the law!"

Chang Youguang's legs immediately went limp and he sat back down on the chair.

Zhang Dayong's eyes slowly swept across the faces of everyone at the dinner table one by one, with the left corner of his mouth curled up, "Chang Youguang, your report has been meritorious. After your forced smoking cessation is over, the procuratorate and the court may reduce your labor camp time a little."

"Your foster brother Zhou Bingkui betrayed your family right away!"

Seeing Chang Youguang already stunned and frozen, and the others at the table sitting upright like quails, Zhang Dayong didn't care. He had seen this many times before, so he made a short and powerful wave of his right arm: "Search!"

The policemen behind him immediately entered the north and south rooms of the east wing in pairs, while the other group went to the north room.

When Wang Deming saw the police entering his room, his heart tightened!
What you fear will really come true?
The little bit of wealth I have hidden underground won’t be discovered, right?
If it is found, will it be confiscated?

This is what I saved up after two years of hard work. It really wasn’t easy!
It was fine outside the city, but in the city, he had to find opportunities and avoid people. Wang Deming felt that he had mastered the skills of tomb robbing in the past two years.
Even so, there are still some places where you can't go to dig for treasure.

The reason is simple. They have houses, most of which are single-family houses. One reason is that they are not for sale. Another reason is that he doesn't dare to buy them openly. There is no way to explain the source of the money.
If this is confiscated.
It was really hard work for two whole years, and one day I was back to the days before liberation.
But that shouldn’t be the case, right?
These policemen are only here to search for opium, they will definitely not touch these personal belongings!
Thank you for the “three major attentions and eight major items”!

Thanks New China!
But I can't hide the fact that I'm a hidden rich man anymore.
"Director!"

A policeman who was searching Wang Deming's room suddenly called out Zhang Dayong.

Wang Deming was stunned. How could he be discovered so quickly?

I didn't hear any sound of the cabinet moving!
Wang Deming felt a bitter taste in his mouth. That was right. These policemen were probably very experienced and skilled.
Oh, let it be exposed!

When the time comes, I can push the money onto my godmother in the countryside and I will just inherit it.

Zhang Dayong sneered and glanced at Wang Deming, then walked leisurely into the south room of the east wing, asking as he walked, "What did you find?"

"How much did you hide?"

"No! Director, look"

When Wang Deming heard the word "private storage", his expression froze and he looked at his brother-in-law Chang Youguang in disbelief. Damn, could it be that this cheap brother-in-law is so unkind that he hid the opium in my room without me noticing when?
I can't wash myself clean even if I jump into the Yellow River.
No, I don't smoke opium. I'll have to explain myself to the police! No, will the money I hid be confiscated as opium?

It's like adding insult to injury!
Wang Deming could no longer hear any sound from his room, and all he felt was regret!
I have already bought two rooms, and I had also considered that my sister's in-laws would be caught smoking opium one day, so why didn't I move my things over as soon as I took possession of the room last night?

I was careless, I was still careless!

The comfortable life in the past two years has made me less vigilant.
Fortunately, I exchanged 200 yuan as soon as I came back yesterday, so I can still survive for a while.
Ugh.
But after this
After a while, Director Zhang came out of Wang Deming's room with two young policemen, holding a notebook in his hand. He looked sullenly at everyone at the table and asked, "Who lives in this room?"

Well, it was a blow to the head anyway, so Wang Deming sighed, stood up, and faced it calmly: "Comrade police, this is the room I live in."

"Oh!"

Director Zhang looked Wang Deming up and down in surprise. The young man was not very old, probably about 16 or 7 years old. He was wearing a blue khaki Zhongshan suit, which was ironed straight. He had short hair and looked very energetic.

His attitude is also calm beyond his age, neither humble nor arrogant, well, worthy of being called.
He raised the notebook in his hand and asked, "Is this yours?"

Wang Deming looked at the notebook in Chief Zhang's hand and breathed a sigh of relief, "Yes, it's mine!" He secretly guessed that this was the manuscript of his novel "To Live", so why did the police take it out?

Director Zhang on the other side suddenly smiled and said twice: "Okay, okay!"

"So you are the young writer who wrote 'Red Star Shines on Me as I Go to Battle', a member of the Chaoyang Masses!"

"You write well. Not only does my son like it, I like it too!"

"I heard from Mr. Zhang from No. 5 Middle School that you donated all your royalties to the Korean battlefield! Great! This is what a good student and role model should be for our new China!"

Director Zhang shook the manuscript in his hand again and continued to praise: "Student Chaoyang, the book you are writing now is also very good. It has a bit of the flavor of Mr. Lao She's Teahouse."

"Yes, the writer's pen is used to criticize the old society!"

"Alas, it's a pity that you were born into such a feudal family."

"I suggest that you have the courage to break away from the feudal family you came from! Be the master of the new era and the builder of the new China!"

In the last sentence, Director Zhang was serious and sincere, with a hint of hope in his eyes.

Wang Deming frowned upon hearing this, and a flash of thought flashed through his mind: Should I just get myself out of this now?
If he took it out, he would definitely get the approval of Director Zhang right away.

My room will not be searched again, and my hidden jewels will be safe.
But my sister's mother-in-law and her family have been kind to me after all. When I was studying in the capital, I lived and ate at their home.

Especially at the beginning of the school year, he was afraid that he would be looked down upon for his simple clothes at school, so he specially made himself a woolen Zhongshan suit.

Moreover, when I didn’t have the tailoring skills at the beginning, I didn’t have a legitimate way to make money. Not only was I given free food and lodging, but I also got pocket money.
Now that I'm in trouble, I'll just get myself out of it first. Is that okay?
After hesitating for two seconds, "I"

(End of this chapter)