Chapter 15 Section 14 Actions

The next day, I found the District Tobacco Company, and they said that they already knew that there were many counterfeit cigarette dens in this urban village, and they would act soon.Prior to this, they had already "released snakes" in urban villages and arranged several fake cigarette dens.The so-called "letting the snake" means inserting the informant. However, the checkerboard-like roads in the villages in the city extend in all directions, and the houses are densely packed like pigeon cages. How can they find fake cigarette dens without being noticed by eyeliners? A few days later, I received a call from the district government office, and they asked me to go to the district government for a meeting that afternoon.

In those few days, I seldom went out and hid in the rental house all the time. After the newspaper was delivered in the morning, I went back to the rental house. I would not take a step out of the rental house in the afternoon and evening. Be sure to look for me in the village in the city. However, I had to go today. I put on a hat with the brim pressed down very low, with my hands crossed into the sleeves, hunched over, pretending to be a sick person, with a short stick hidden in my waist, and walked towards the entrance of the village step by step along the street corner.My eyes looked around vigilantly, and my ears were pricked up to catch any sound around me.I thought, if I see a "ground mouse", I will act first, draw out a short stick and hit him on the head, so that he has no chance to make a move.

Fortunately, I didn't see the "gopher mouse" all the way, and I came to the bus station smoothly. The meeting was held in the conference room of the district government. The oval conference table was full of people. Some of them were smoking cigarettes, some were looking at materials. Everyone seemed calm and confident.I am very familiar with this kind of scene. When I was working in the government, I often participated in various meetings. On such occasions, everyone would not talk too much, so as not to make mistakes.The people in Jiuli's officialdom are very deep in the city, old and strong, and their thoughts cannot be easily guessed by others.The arrangement of the seats on this occasion is also very knowledgeable. The oval faces the curved side of the door, and the person with the highest official position sits. This seat is convenient for seeing who comes in and out, and it is convenient for giving orders to everyone.And the seats from this arc to another arc represent the official positions from big to small.

I sat in another arc-shaped position knowingly and with my back to the door, which means that this is the last position.In officialdom, seat is the most important thing, even eating, you can't sit casually, and eating and drinking are even more particular. When I suddenly came to this meeting room, I seemed to have returned to those years when I worked in the government. After these two years of tortuous and difficult wandering life, I felt that the life of a civil servant is really happy, without life pressure and job competition. , repeating monotonous procedures, but with a stable salary, and guaranteed income in drought and flood.However, I gave up all this, and I chose the most difficult road, a road full of thorns, and walked alone.Now, I am covered in cuts and bruises, bleeding profusely, but I am still screaming and fighting until I die, I fall down again and again, and get up again and again.I cannot fall, and to fall is to die.

That meeting was attended by many departments of the district government, including the Tobacco Bureau, Anti-Counterfeiting Office, Transportation Bureau, Industry and Commerce Bureau, Public Security Bureau, Traffic Police Brigade, Urban Management Bureau, Street Office, etc., as well as reporters from several newspapers in the city.These reporters are the current affairs reporters I wrote about before. They will receive the notice of the department's meeting the night before, and they will participate in the action with the department the next day.After the operation was over, they returned to the newspaper office with a red envelope in one hand and a draft in the other, and crunched the draft into a news article.

This is the so-called line reporter. At the meeting, I reported my unannounced visits these days and told them the exact location of the fake cigarette den.I saw those reporters smoking free cigarettes and looking at me with loose eyes. They may only care about the amount of red envelopes this time, and they don't care about the news materials that I bought with hard work and blood. Sitting on the curved position of the oval table, facing me is a fat middle-aged man who announced that he would start to clear the counterfeit cigarette dens that night.Later I found out that he was the deputy head of the district.To this day, I can still remember a sentence from the deputy district chief at that meeting. He said: "I have been working for many years, but I can't afford a car. These counterfeit cigarette dealers can buy a car in a month. Grab, If they are all arrested, not arresting them will not be enough to cause public outrage."

That night, hundreds of people from different units gathered in an elementary school near the village in the city, and more than a dozen minibuses were parked on both sides of the road.Many middle-aged and elderly women surrounded the school gate. They looked at these people wearing uniforms of different colors and styles with wary eyes, and then lowered their heads to whisper.When I walked to the school gate, these women who were blocked by the iron fence at the school gate asked me in Mandarin with a southern Hokkien accent: "What are so many people doing tonight?" Catch them all."

A group of people walked out of the elementary school and got into various law enforcement vehicles marked with different words. I was left alone at the school gate. I didn't know what to do.At this moment, an off-road vehicle stopped beside me with the windows rolled down. It was the deputy district chief.He said: "Come on, get in my car." This off-road vehicle is the unit's car. The deputy head of the district is kind and amiable. I still remember a sentence he said to me in the car: "When you move in a while, follow me, and they will not dare to touch you." This sentence moved me so much that I almost shed tears .When I used to work in the government of that small county in the north, the leaders I encountered were all cold and arrogant. There are good people who treat everyone equally and move me.

The deputy mayor's car had just stopped at the entrance of the village when dozens of people in uniform were standing on both sides of the car.Through the glass window, I saw the shoe spiker peeking at these people and the cars with law enforcement printed on them, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and pointed his finger on the mobile phone.I said to the deputy head, "This old man with spikes is an eyeliner." The deputy head immediately instructed two people to confiscate the spiker's mobile phone.The shoe spiker stood up solemnly, his face flushed with excitement, and he said solemnly, "You are the Kuomintang."

People ignored him, and everyone lined up in two lines and walked along the narrow alleys of the village in the city.I saw several middle-aged women standing up in panic on the steps more than ten meters in front of the team, twisting their fat buttocks and running up the slope, shouting something in Hokkien dialect as they ran, their voices were clear. Feeling fear, like being stung on the heel by a scorpion suddenly.The shops on both sides scrambled to pull down the rolling gates, and there was a mess of iron and aluminum colliding.After the rolling shutters closed crookedly, the men and women who used to sit leisurely in the shop drinking Kung Fu tea, now fled in all directions like panicked sparrows.

The deputy head of the district was the commander in chief of the crackdown on counterfeit cigarette dens that night. He held a walkie-talkie and remotely contacted three groups of counterfeiters.He has a stalwart body, with a bulge in the middle, and a bald forehead. Every step he takes is full of strength, much like a general commanding thousands of troops on the battlefield. However, I heard the complaints of two other groups of people on the intercom. I don’t know why they quarreled with the deputy district chief. The volume of the deputy district chief increased, and their voices also increased.I don't understand how the subordinates of these law enforcement departments dare to attack the deputy district chief in a highly hierarchical officialdom. Later, the deputy district chief said sternly on the phone: "If you run away, I will dismiss you." The other party said something, and the deputy district chief said, "Tell you, we will meet at the district chief's office tomorrow." The deputy district chief After putting down the walkie-talkie from his ear, he murmured viciously to himself: "All street offices are sons of a bitch." The sub-district office is directly subordinate to the district government. I don't understand why they are so disrespectful to the deputy district chief. That night, I participated in the campaign against counterfeit cigarettes as a "mystery guest".After I brought the deputy district chief to the designated place, I sneaked away in the dark.I left the action team, I followed behind the team, mixed in a large crowd of onlookers, everyone here observed every detail of the action with different thoughts, some were anxious, some were worried. Fortunately, some people were looking forward to surprises, while others were worried. No one would notice that the man next to them wearing a mask pretending to be a patient was the eyeliner of the action team. The action team on that road came to the door of a building. The fifth floor of this building was the fake cigarette den where I worked undercover.However, at this moment, the whole building was in darkness, and a huge iron lock hung on the iron grille door.The shop next to the gate of the building is also closed, and the appraisal expert of Kung Fu tea, my boss, is hiding somewhere at this moment.I couldn't tell whether there was anyone in the building. The whole building was silent and dark, like a huge tomb.The street lights in the distance shone through the bushes, making the front of the building appear ghostly and eerie. Suddenly, a sharp whistle sounded in the distance, and all the lights in the village in the city were suddenly extinguished, and the surroundings were completely dark, and you couldn't see your fingers.The action team had considered this sudden change in advance, and they turned on the flashlight together.Suddenly, there was a loud whistle in the darkness, and countless bricks and stones smashed into the light of the flashlight from all directions. Some people fell down with a groan, and some shouted loudly. Then, the light of the flashlight went out in unison, illuminating the short backs of many men fleeing in a hurry. I heard the deputy head of the district yelling loudly in the dark: "Police, load your guns, and anyone who dares to throw bricks will fire." The action team quickly formed a formation. The most important are tobacco and industry and commerce, transportation and other departments. The bricks are gone, but there are stones. Someone is hiding in the dark, maybe behind a tree, maybe on the opposite floor, maybe in the grass, and secretly shoots stones with a slingshot. People keep getting shot, and people keep moaning. A policeman fired two shots into the air, and Shizi finally ran away in fright. The iron fence door was finally opened, and the action team immediately went up to the fifth floor, and more than a dozen urban management and police officers stood at the door to prevent anyone from sneaking upstairs.When I was downstairs, I saw a flashlight flickering in the window on the fifth floor. Then, someone came downstairs carrying fake cigarettes. I counted them, and there were twenty boxes in total. I let out a sigh of relief.Previously, I had been thinking that with so many manpower participating in this anti-counterfeiting campaign, if I missed it, I would be condemned by my conscience. I heard later that the three-way action team that night wiped out hundreds of boxes of counterfeit cigarettes.Among them, after confiscating dozens of boxes of counterfeit cigarettes along the way, they encountered counterfeit cigarette dealers frantically snatching them in an alley. The two sides fought fiercely for a while, and the police arrived, and the counterfeit cigarette dealers left the counterfeit cigarettes and fled. "This is not a small victory." Afterwards, the person in charge of the District Tobacco Bureau said. It was only later that I heard that the deputy district chief who was in charge of the operation that night was not actually the deputy district chief. Although his administrative level was at the same level as the deputy district chief, his position was only a researcher at the deputy division level.No wonder the sub-district office didn't take his words seriously that night. In the officialdom, a researcher at the deputy director level often speaks less powerfully than a senior researcher, or even a deputy senior researcher who holds real power. Officialdom is like the sea, unfathomable. The counterfeit cigarette dealer was not caught at the scene that night. I suspect that the people from the street office tipped off the news, or that the security guards in the village in the city knew the news in advance and let the counterfeit cigarette dealer hide.There were very few vehicles parked in the urban village that night, and no box of counterfeit cigarettes was found among the limited vehicles, which is very abnormal. The next day, newspapers all over the city reported on the counterfeit cigarette campaign the night before, but all the manuscripts were only four to five hundred words in length, and the content was the same, all coming from the Tobacco System’s draft.How many departments and how many people worked together to seize how many boxes of counterfeit cigarettes, what deterrent effect it had on counterfeit cigarette traders, and how the people applauded.It was a dry, lifeless press release.A student in the second grade of elementary school who can read thousands of words can write such a dry manuscript based on the draft. How are fake cigarettes made?Who are the people who make fake cigarettes?How big is the profit margin of fake cigarettes?Where are counterfeit cigarettes sold?What harm do fake cigarettes do to the human body?These are what readers are most concerned about, but these issues are not mentioned in the manuscript.These "Queen Reporters" of departments with red envelopes don't want to delve into it at all. Their laziness provided me with an opportunity. I think I am several grades above their level, but fate made them sit in the office building as a reporter, and let me run around on a bicycle in the sun as a publisher.I think I should take the initiative to attack. There are many Maxima in the world, but only one Bole.