Besides, Officer Zhang Hanzhang returned to the county public security bureau with a gun, two 79 rifles and eight grenades put on the table, and the director who was fiddling with shotguns* was shocked.

The director hurriedly asked: "Xiao Zhang, where did you get these two guys, good guys, it's really seventy-nine style...... What's this, I'm going to go, it's a grenade? ”

Zhang Han is not a fool, he opened his mouth and said: "It was all handed in by the national highway, and the person jumped out of the car and ran away, but he didn't catch it." ”

He had already discussed with his subordinates what to say when he came back, and naturally he would not sell Zhao Daxi, and he was glad that he went back to Zhaojia Village this time, and he brought all his henchmen, but he was not afraid of blowing the cowhide out.

The political commissar of the director was taken aback, the 302 National Highway leads directly to Guangzhou and Hong Kong, and now it is the return of Hong Kong, and the whole world celebrates. If something really makes a fuss and blows up a few in the crowd, that's really a big deal.

The director's eyelids jumped violently, and he let out a long breath: "I'll report to my superiors immediately, Xiao Zhang, don't leave yet, you talk to the political commissar first." ”

Zhang Han's heart has been silent for many years, pounding uncontrollably, since he was discharged from the army, he has worked in the local police officer for so many years and has no way to be promoted, and the current great opportunity for meritorious service is brought to him by these two guns. quietly chatted with the political commissar.

After a while, the director of the kung fu bureau came back, his face was very solemn: "The people who are on vacation are called back, and the city bureau ordered to mobilize the city's police forces to set up posts to check vehicles, and each sub-bureau immediately set up a command center, and never let a gun flow out of the city...... This time, the task of checking the gun is heavy and the time is tight, and the political commissar and I are personally in charge, Xiao Zhang, you go home and pack up your things, and you can live in the command headquarters. ”

Zhang Han was overjoyed in his heart, his face was still impassive, and he slapped his thigh fiercely until he left the gate of the sub-bureau, and he was reused in the command center, and he was still far from being promoted. At this time, if Zhao Daxi was in front of him, he would definitely hold that big black face and kiss him a few times to express his heartfelt gratitude.

Of course, Zhao Daxi didn't know anything, he was still busy preparing for the autumn harvest, so he sent people to the villages early and said cruel words: "I want all the peanuts and rice in your village this year, and I won't treat you badly in terms of price, and I will pay as much as the market price." ”

The common people of the eight villages in ten miles and near dare not speak out, and the Zhao bandits want to collect peanuts who dare not sell them to him, and there are few peanuts in the south, and this is still planted in nearby villages with mountainous areas. was shouted by the Zhao bandits like this, and those who did the peanut business stayed away. Zhao Daxi inadvertently monopolized the peanut business in the nearby Shili Eight Villages so easily, which surprised even him.

After thinking about it, I still have to thank myself for the nickname of the Zhao bandit, the notoriety is far and wide, but no one dares to rob the business he wants to do.

Then came the return of Hong Kong on July 1, and the whole world celebrated, Zhao Daxi also seriously moved to the small bench and watched the whole process of Hong Kong's return on the black and white TV set at home. The return ceremony was so grand that even he was excited, and he was still young in his previous life, but he could be regarded as catching up in this life.

After July 1st, Zhang Han was busy and drove to Zhaojia Village, and Zhao Daxi watched him put on his police uniform.

grinned: "Up? ”

Zhang Han smiled very heartily: "I was promoted, and after five years of changing jobs, I finally mentioned the vice captain." ”

Zhao Daxi smiled and put his shoulder on his shoulder, and smiled happily: "Lao Zhang, can you be a little promising, you will only be a deputy captain in five years, and you will come back at the end of September, I have something to tell you." ”

Zhang Han was a little anxious: "Brother, can you say it directly, you want to suffocate me to death?" ”

Zhao Daxi just pretended to be mysterious, pulled Zhang Han to the small restaurant at the entrance of the village to eat and drink again, and then went home to sleep with a big belly.

When the autumn harvest soon came, Zhao Daxi put down his ambitions, led the few remaining prime-aged laborers in the village, and hired drivers and trucks to harvest peanuts in various villages. Everywhere the Zhao bandits went, they made a fuss, paid some real money, used up more than 200,000 funds and made some white strips, and finally ate the peanuts and fruits of more than a dozen nearby villages. After drying the peanuts, the two oil presses worked 24 hours a day, and the smell of fragrant peanut oil inside and outside Zhaojia Village was fragrant.

These days, Zhao Daxi went home and fell asleep, lying on the bed and humming a few times, only to know that it was so tiring to do some business, he was not in good health in his previous life, he couldn't do big things, and he even had to worry about heart disease when he walked, even if he was tired and hard in this life, he was happy in it.

Soon it was busy until the end of August, and at the beginning of September, the harvested peanuts were finally squeezed into oil.

On this day, outside the oil extraction workshop in Zhaojia Village.

The village accountant was also tired, his face was full of ash, and his face was full of bitterness: "Uncle, I have asked someone, and the wholesale price of first-class peanut oil in Guangzhou is four yuan a catty...... We squeezed out a total of fifty tons of oil, and I calculated it all night last night, uncle, how can I calculate that we will all lose money. ”

Zhao Daxi casually wiped the ash on his face and patted him on the shoulder: "So, you can only be an accountant, and I am the village head." Are you stupid to settle accounts, have you sold pure peanut oil throughout the ages, you really believe it when it is a first-class pressed oil, do you know what it is for? ”

The village accountant was dumbfounded when he heard this, and he couldn't be blamed for it, at this time, the network computer was still a new thing, and the data information was too poor. Which is like Zhao Daxi's heart, the three major portals in his previous life have been exposed, saying that it is first-class peanut oil, and it is mixed with cottonseed oil, soybean oil, even if it is very conscientious, it is good not to give you some gutter oil.

Zhao Daxi had already thought about it, the one who sold pure peanut oil was a pure brand of stupid fork, he had already pressed thirty tons of cheap corn oil, and then added a little soybean oil to blend fifty tons into one hundred tons, which was almost the same as a trick. Corn oil has been studied, and it does not affect the taste or health.

I saw a post on the Internet before that it also said that corn oil helps lower blood pressure. I know in my heart that this statement is mostly, and I am finally worthy of my conscience, anyway, it's all edible oil, so I'll make do with it.

The village accountant finally had his eyes shining and spoke in a daze: "Uncle, I understand, we will never lose." ”

Zhao Daxi patted him on the shoulder kindly, moved his hands to start work overnight, and completed the trick of turning 50 tons into 100 tons in three days. I went to the county seat to find Zhao Yonghai for help, and 100 tons of first-class pressed oil were sold in several restaurants in the county, and the canteen of the agency was gone, and I was busy until the end of September, 800,000 yuan was in hand, and the cost was deducted, and I made a net profit of more than 500,000 yuan.

Zhao Daxi was about to cry when he held the passbook, it was really difficult to earn 500,000 yuan, and it took him more than half a year to earn this money. He has read a lot, the first pot of gold in his life is the most difficult to earn, with this capital of nearly 800,000 yuan, it is only a matter of time before he Zhao bandit changes his face.

took out 100,000 yuan, cashed out the white slip owed to others, and saved a little reputation for him, and when the few people who got the white strip heard that the Zhao bandits gave money, it caused a lot of commotion in Shili Eight Village. The Zhao bandits actually paid back the money, which is really the first miracle in ancient times. Take out another 50,000 yuan to distribute dividends to the old and young in Zhaojia Village, 1,000 per household is not less, and those who contribute more will give less to those who don't.

The father and elder of Zhaojia Village were dumbfounded when they received money from the village committee for the first time, Zhaojia Village has always been a poor village, rich in small hooligans, and even the village chief's nickname is called bandits, and this collar is more than 1,000 yuan not counting the money for growing peanuts. There are a few families who have a lot of land and are more diligent, and the most in a year actually has a deposit of more than 3,000 yuan. The father of Zhaojia Village was dumbfounded, and the old man was superstitious and hurriedly burned incense and worshiped the Buddha, chanting God bless, no matter what kind of ghost is pestering the village chief, anyway, this is definitely a good ghost, it is best to pestering for three or five more years.

Zhao Daxi didn't care about this, he finally smelled some meat when he walked in the village, and his heart was also beautiful, he could only give so much to the elders of Zhaojia Village now. This Zhao Daxi's parents died when he was a child, and the whole village was dragged by the elders, so he developed the brutal character he used to have, no matter how he raised him, he had to repay the kindness.

On this day, standing at the entrance of the village, I saw a Santana police car from a distance, and forcibly ripped Zhang Han, who was in a straight police uniform, from the car.

Zhang Han was pulled by him, and grinned bitterly: "Lao Zhao, it's a pity that you are not a police officer with a good physique, just if you yell on the street, the criminals will be scared." ”

Zhao Daxi lazily talked to him and dragged him to a small restaurant at the entrance of the village, and a few oil drums were opened, and the fragrant smell of peanut oil immediately wafted out.