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

Not only Wang Muzhi, but also Wu Su also looked over and quickly stepped forward to take the phone.

"Hello, I'm Wu Su."

"Good leader, according to our intelligence, Peng Yihua's group of gangsters are ready to take action."

Zhang Defu's serious voice came from the microphone.

Wu Su's face was solemn, he pursed his lips and shouted in a low voice.

"I'll be here right away. You must be fully prepared. This time, you must catch all these desperadoes!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Muzhi immediately understood that it was the gangsters.

At the same time, I remembered the reminder to the undercover that day, hoping that my reminder would be effective and that a hero would not die in vain.

"Brother, I'll ask Secretary Zhou to take you back. I have official business here."

"If you have official business, go and do it. We can just walk. Don't delay things."

"Okay, it's an emergency, so I'll leave first."

With a crowd like Wang Muzhi present, Wu Huai didn't ask much, so he just urged Wu Su to leave.

Wu Su turned around and left without any trace of ink.

The immortal almost fell down when he got into the car. He was obviously worried.

Should not be!

Wang Muzhi came to Wu Huai's car and looked at it with envy. In the 80s, being able to own a car didn’t just mean having money.

Volga Gaz-24, a sacred car produced by Mao Zizhi.The ride is comfortable, but the operation and configuration are just about right.

There are no air conditioners or speakers here, and people jokingly call it "buying a car and getting a fan for free."

But it’s better than his bicycle!

"Muzhi, let's take this car. I have a plastics factory that is currently undergoing production reforms. Please express your opinion."

"So you are the leader of the plastic factory!"

Wang Muzhi thought that it might be useful in the future.

"It's just a good time, but I'm more optimistic about you!"

The two chatted happily in the car...

On the other side, there is an alley opposite the county supply and marketing cooperative.

Peng Yihua was squatting on the ground smoking, with seven or eight cigarette butts at his feet.

The gloomy eyes glanced seemingly casually, already having a panoramic view of the surrounding situation.

I went over the plan over and over in my mind to make sure there were no loopholes.

The subordinates behind him didn't bother him either. This was their boss's habit every time he acted.

Only Wu Guo's hands in his pockets were sweating, and he could only resort to smoking to relieve his nervousness.

"Damn, why do your eyelids keep twitching today?"

Peng Yihua stamped out the cigarette butt and muttered to himself.

"Boss, how about we forget it?"

"I can't forget it. The cop is chasing me. If I don't get some money, why don't I go drink the northwest wind?"

Peng Yihua licked his lips, raised his watch and looked at it, making up his mind.

"The supply and marketing cooperative will close in five minutes, and the people inside will take stock. Then they will rush in and leave no one alive."

Peng Yihua's tone is quite relaxed, killing people is like stepping on ants in his mouth.

Time passed by, Peng Yihua waved his hand, and the five people rushed out fiercely. When they were approaching the door of the supply and marketing cooperative, Zhang Jian, the third child, ran a few steps, kicked open the door of the supply and marketing cooperative, and aimed a shot at the roof.

"Don't move, robbery!"

"boom!"

What responded to him was not a scream of fear, but a bullet squarely between the eyebrows.

Zhang Jian was stunned, leaning back and hitting the ground with a look of disbelief.

"Not good, there is an ambush, withdraw!"

Peng Yihua reacted very quickly, turned around and ran away, but it was too late. Since the police had received the information, how could they let them go again? Zhang Defu was even more cruel.

"Hit me and kill these beasts!"

"Da da da da..."

The dense bullets were flying, and the people around him had already been cleared by the police, so there was no pressure in the fight.

Peng Yihua's men were knocked down one after another, leaving only Peng Yihua and Wu Guo suppressed at the corner of the alley, not daring to show up.

"Damn it, why are there police officers!"