1961, Lai Chi Wo.
In the early morning, the sky and the sea in the east were just beginning to turn pale. In the Litchi Wo parking lot, 500 pharmaceutical factory workers were already wearing their uniform work clothes and starting their morning exercises.
Qi Lianyong, deputy general manager of Lingnantang Pharmaceutical Factory and military instructor, whistled:
"Everyone, stand at attention! General Manager Lin will now speak."
Lin Kucan stood on the flagpole. At this time, what was flying on the flagpole was not a red flag, but a US flag and a colonial flag of Hong Kong.
Dr. Lin Kucan, who was timid in Peking, turned into a shrewd businessman in Hong Kong.
Before leaving Hong Kong, the youngest son repeatedly told the Lin family to hold on to the "military power", so Lin Kushen planned to spend every day in the Litchi Wo Pharmaceutical Factory for the first few months and hand over the Chinese medicine clinic to his eldest son.
Good morning everyone!
I just saw that many comrades had strange looks in their eyes. They looked at the two flags behind me and seemed to want to tear them down and tear them into pieces, and then hang our own national flag high up to raise the prestige of our country and defeat the colonizers!
Perhaps some comrades may also be wondering, have the Lin family become traitors to their motherland? Otherwise, why would they raise the flag of imperialism instead of our own national flag?
I want to tell you that this is a helpless move by our Lin family. After all, this is Hong Kong’s territory. If we hang up the red flag, wouldn’t it be telling the Hong Kong Eagle government that we are militants from the mainland, and let them attack us?
Therefore, we must learn to keep a low profile and be patient. Our primary purpose in coming to Hong Kong is to make money. Only when we make more money can we provide more food and medicine to the country and contribute to the country.
Another thing is that everyone should exercise well under the guidance of Deputy Manager Qi. Our Lin family can guarantee everyone food and drink, and you can provide for everyone, but we ourselves must be resolute.
Don't come to Hong Kong for a few years and become as fat as our head chef. If that happens, don't even think about taking up arms to defend our Lin family. I'm afraid you won't even be able to work as pharmaceutical factory workers. That would be troublesome."
Everyone in the parking lot burst into laughter.
Lin Kucan knew that to win people's hearts, throwing money at them was one thing, and treating them sincerely was another.
Now these retired soldiers simply regard the Lin family as their bosses and employers. One day in the future, these retired soldiers regard the Lin family as their "masters" and themselves as "retainers", then this group of people will be taken down.
Even if some people will leave, some will rebel, and some will become disloyal in the future, as long as we control the majority, our goal will be achieved.
Qi Lianyong waited for the boss to finish his speech, then blew his whistle again:
"Now, with the Wind Hall as the vanguard, the five halls of Wind, Rain, Thunder, Lightning, and Cloud will begin their 10-kilometer morning run in turn, with each hall master leading the way!"
"yes!"
Most of the five hundred people saluted out of habit.
Qi Lianyong waved his hands repeatedly: "No need to salute, we will belong to the pharmaceutical factory workers and members of the Lin Family Gang from now on, that is, we will not belong to the mainland. Even if we have to put on a show, you have to endure it."
There was another burst of laughter from the audience.
At this time, Wang Jin, the head of Fengzitang, roared:
"Brothers from Fengzitang, form a row of four and follow me for drill! Run!"
Watching the five hundred veterans running out of the parking lot one after another and doing morning exercises along the coastal road, Lin Kucan and Qi Lianhai returned to the hotel.
"Big Boss, Little Boss said he would find a way to get weapons. Has there been any news recently?"
Qi Liantian felt a little insecure, after all, this was an unfamiliar land, but he was strictly forbidden to use domestic weapons and the Lin family had to find a solution themselves.
What can the Lin family do?
Poor Lin Kushen was just an ordinary Chinese medicine doctor, at most he could be considered a petty bourgeois. Although he had a certain economic foundation after arriving in Hong Kong, he had no friends in the military.
If you want to buy hundreds of machetes, he has a way to do it, but if you want to buy hundreds of guns, he really has no way to do it.
Although the gang members in Hong Kong movies seem to be equipped with an AK47, this is actually impossible in the real Hong Kong.
You wield swords and guns, and the officers turn a blind eye.
But if you use guns, cannons and bullets at the same time, the sir will kill you in minutes.
After all, guns and bullets are extremely harmful and will affect the interests of the ruling class. Officials don't want to be shot at when they go out.
Therefore, the real gang fights in Hong Kong are actually just using machetes and steel pipes to fight with the advantage of numbers. Whoever wins takes over the next territory, and the cycle repeats itself.
Lin Kucan was not in a hurry either, as he had a natural trust in his youngest son.
"Xiao Qi, don't worry. Sanqi said he'd get guns and cannons, so he'll definitely find a way. I can tell you something: there's a mysterious organization behind him. This organization has an overseas base filled with high-tech equipment. It's very advanced, so weapons shouldn't be a problem."
Qi Lianyong nodded slightly. Now he could only wait.
There were no WeChat smartphones back then, and information flow was seriously delayed, so we could only helplessly worry.
"Boss, let's discuss the security of Lizhi Wo and Temple Street."
"Okay. Oh, by the way, according to Sanqi's suggestion, we also need to select 10 red sticks from each hall. This competition will be left to you."
"Okay, I promise to finish it within a week..."
At the same time, Lin Sanqi, who traveled back to 1961, returned to the Capital Infectious Disease Hospital.
He stayed in another time and space for half a month, and only one night had passed in this time and space. No one thought that Dean Lin was missing.
In the morning, Lin Sanqi lay on the bed in his home in Dongmianhua Hutong with his eyes open, feeling a little uncomfortable with the jet lag.
At this time, the door opened and Pan Ye was heard calling:
"Sanqi, it's already 6:30, hurry up and get up, I've already prepared breakfast."
Lin Sanqi stretched and sat up from his rosewood bed.
"Got it, get up. By the way, what are you having for breakfast this morning?"
"I cooked some two-grain porridge, steamed two sweet potatoes, and some pickled vegetables."
"Where's the milk?"
Lin Sanqi is now at the level of a director. According to regulations, he can be supplied with milk and eggs for free every day. He also often has local specialties delivered to his door by a special person.
This is definitely a luxury in years of natural disasters.
Lin Sanqi's rank not only included rations of milk, sugar, pork, cooking oil, etc., but his monthly food supply reached 97 kilograms, all of which were fine grains, and he never defaulted on them.
Therefore, the children of those compounds were all born in large groups. After all, their parents had climbed snow-capped mountains, and it was not difficult for them to have enough food in difficult times. They even had spare money to go to Lao Mo for dinner.
For example, the background of the TV series "Parents' Love" begins in the 1950s.
The male protagonist Jiang Defu Jiang Defu was the regiment commander when he first appeared. His other identity was a student of the Naval Artillery School. He had two bars and one star on his shoulder straps at that time, which meant he was a naval major.
Later, he went to Songshan Island and served as chief of staff of the garrison. The garrison was at the division level, and this position was at the deputy division level.
His wife Anjie stopped working after following her husband to Songshan Island. She has seven children in total (original book)
There is also an aunt, Jiang Dehua, in the family.
In other words, Jiang Defu's salary alone has to support 10 people. The key point is that their living standards are far above that of ordinary people.
In comparison, the living standards of Anjie's sister Anxin's family are as different as heaven and earth.
Judging from the tip of the iceberg, cadres really don't have a difficult time during difficult times.
Lin Sanqi had been thinking about a question: how could those old cadres say in their memoirs that they were not full and had not tasted meat for three years?
It's not some great man.
This great man spent more than three years in Jiangxi, and he really didn't have enough food to eat or meat to eat.
His ration was exactly the same as that of an ordinary tractor factory worker. The old man and his wife had to share a portion of their ration for their eldest son who had difficulty moving. This was what we call hardship.
Pan Ye bit his lip when he heard about milk: "I didn't boil the milk. I feel like vomiting when I smell milk recently!"
Lin Sanqi said jokingly while putting on his clothes:
"Oh, you feel like vomiting. Come, let your husband check you out!"
After saying that, Lin Sanqi's An Lushan claws extended to Pan Ye's towering, oh wait, that slightly raised part...
"Okay, stop messing around. Be careful not to be late for work. You're a dean who works three days a week and then slacks off for two days. It's not going to be a good influence."
Lin Sanqi had already picked up his toothbrush and towel and walked towards the yard:
"What's the downside? I have no choice. I'm out doing sales every day, preparing anti-tuberculosis drugs, and making money to support so many people in the hospital. It's not easy for me."
While helping her husband serve breakfast, Pan Ye said worriedly:
"Professor Anthony and his team are planning to return to the US soon. Yesterday, I heard from Carol that they're coordinating a Chinese medical team to travel to the US. Sanqi, are you...really planning to go to the US?"
Lin Sanqi's mouth was full of foam, and he replied incoherently:
"I definitely have to go abroad. Those European and American devils discriminate against China very severely. They don't believe that we Chinese can conquer the world's number one infectious disease. So I plan to go to the United States to slap them in the face."
Pan Ye stopped what he was doing and said awkwardly:
"You go to the United States, what about me..." (End of this chapter)
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