Rebirth in the 80s: From street stalls to the spotlight of domestic products

After stuffing the last bite of Roujiamo into her mouth, Wang Hongying sat on the chair with satisfaction and burped.

too delicious.

"Is there more? I still want to eat."

"I can't eat Hongying anymore. Be careful not to digest it if you eat so much all of a sudden. I'll buy you some pomelo peel for digestion later."

Wang Muzhi stood up to pay the bill and packed up a few meat buns to take back.

I have to say that the Roujiamo served at the State-owned Hotel is absolutely delicious, and the craftsmanship is truly amazing.

"Comrade, is your name Wang Muzhi? I have your phone number."

"Sister Qin, why did you remember to call me?"

Qin Hong's voice came from the phone.

"Muzhi, don't laugh, I have something serious to tell you."

"You said."

"Someone from the police station just came over to ask me about your situation. They asked in quite detail. Did you commit any crime outside?"

"No!" Wang Mu subconsciously thought about the undercover police.

"Then I don't know. Anyway, I'll tell the truth about our situation. If something happens to you, go to the police station and explain it clearly. If it doesn't work, I'll ask someone to find some connections to get you a leniency. You can figure it out on your own. .”

Qin Hong hung up the phone after speaking.

The two of them were just business partners at the beginning, so to be able to talk to each other like this was an act of kindness.

Is it really Wu Guo who is investigating me?

Impossible, which undercover agent could be stupid enough to ask Qin Hong about the situation openly.

"What's the matter?"

Wang Hongying's voice pulled Wang Muzhi out of his thoughts.

"Nothing, let's go home first."

Wang Muzhi didn't think much about it. It didn't matter what he liked. Anyway, he didn't do anything illegal.

On the way, Wang Muzhi bought another fifty pounds of green apples to use in making facial cream.

But just after arriving home, Wang Muzhi smelled an unusual smell.

yard.

In addition to his parents, the village chief Gao Dashan was also there. After he entered, Gao Dashan blocked the door directly. Everyone stared at Wang Muzhi with a sense of scrutiny.

"Mom, Dad, Uncle Dashan, what are you doing?"

Gao Dashan frowned and asked, "Muzhi, tell me honestly, did you commit any crime outside in the past two days?"

Wang Muzhi shook his head in confusion.

My mind quickly thought about the events of the past few days, and I became more determined.

"Really?" Gao Dashan raised his voice.

"Uncle Dashan, I really don't have one." Wang Muzhi said quite sincerely.

"You little bastard, you're still not telling the truth, are you?" Wang Jiefang came up and kicked his butt and said angrily: "If you didn't commit any crime, why would the comrades at the police station investigate you? You're so full that you have nothing to do, right? ?”

"A true man, if you dare to do what you do, tell me the truth now!"

"Yes, son, tell mom the truth. No matter what happens, mom won't blame you." Ye Lanfang pulled Wang Muzhi's sign language earnestly, with a bit of pleading, and suddenly seemed to think of something: "Son, is it because of Are you setting up a stall to do business outside?"

"Don't worry, Mom, it's impossible."

Wang Mu is confident.

He is not the only one setting up stalls in the city, and even if this kind of thing is really wrong, the industrial and commercial and police officers should arrest him directly at the door of the textile factory, and everyone will get the stolen goods. This is convincing.

How could anyone come to the house to arrest someone afterwards?