Zhu Jiabao asked, "This grain is all free, yet you're selling it at a high price. Aren't you afraid of shortening your lifespan?"
He always believed that any blessing bestowed by God should be protected by more people. Just like this space, which has such a great opportunity, it is all free. We should do good deeds to accumulate merit and goodwill after we have gained something. What if God takes this opportunity back?
Especially the landlords and capitalists who have seen the people exploited and oppressed, none of them have had a good ending. The granddaughter's business on the black market is somewhat similar to that of those capitalists. They are all selling things at high prices with no cost. It is conceivable that she has attracted the attention of the central government. Isn't she afraid of karmic retribution?
Zhu Fanfan countered, "Then what do you think I should do? Just donate everything from those three years? But don't forget, most of the people who starved to death during those three years were farmers. Grandpa, every time we donate to the country, we're clearly doing a good deed, but we still have to hide it. Why? Because we can't let people know our secret. Once they find out, you can't handle greedy people. It's different on the black market. They're stupid. They can't find out the source of the goods, and they don't want to know the source. As long as they have the goods, that's enough. They'll even cover for me and muddy the waters. I can control the whole situation and definitely distribute the grain to every household."
The country prioritizes supplying food to cities. She knew that cities lacked the conditions to grow food and needed support, but she still felt it was unfair. The food was all grown by farmers, yet in the end, the farmers had to hand it over, leaving them with nothing to eat. While cities also struggled to feed themselves, they had wages to buy food. Rural areas, even if they wanted to buy food, didn't have the money. What was infuriating was that city dwellers ate food grown in the countryside and then arrogantly mocked villagers as "mud-legged peasants," looking down on them in every way. She had once been a farmer herself, and even if it wasn't directed at her personally, she felt aggrieved, which was why she didn't want to donate.
Over the years in the black market, those people, including the black market boss, were all trustworthy and wouldn't betray her. Some even had vivid imaginations and would fabricate rumors about her. These were all her smokescreens; the more exaggerated they were, the more they could deceive others. The most outrageous one was that some people firmly believed she was a fairy who descended from heaven. If she hadn't desperately stopped them, they would have erected a monument to her immortality.
Zhu Jiabao said angrily, "If you could control the whole situation, no one would have complained to me. You're about to be exposed, you know that?"
Zhu Fanfan's voice was a little soft: "Back then, Grandma also bought and sold grain, and I didn't see you object. There were even people who cleaned up the mess."
Zhu Jiabao was furious: "When was your grandmother doing that? It was during the Great Famine, when food wasn't a necessity but a life-saving medicine. She was saving lives, but the scope of her efforts was limited, and she couldn't cause much of a stir. Naturally, some people had to erase the traces of her actions. And how dare you compare yourself to your grandmother? She knew more important people than I do. I only have nodding acquaintances with most of those important people, but your grandmother had a life-saving debt of gratitude. Look at those central leaders, how many of them don't know your grandmother?"
If it weren't for the fact that everyone has their own expertise, even if his wife chose to work in the military, she could still climb above him. He would still be completely convinced by Fanfan's connections. No matter what happens to his wife, she has plenty of people to smooth things over. Besides him, who else does Fanfan have behind him?
"What your grandmother did was harmless, but what about you? You little devil, you've practically integrated the entire black market in the country, turning it into an industry chain. You've even handed over your information to the central government, otherwise how would I know? You're incredibly audacious."
Zhu Fanfan felt a little guilty: "I was disguised."
Zhu Jiabao was even angrier: "Does disguise guarantee complete safety? I've already asked Mo Wenqi for information, and many details he described are exactly the same as your habits. Even someone unfamiliar with you can deduce it from the smallest details. Do you think everyone else is just sitting around doing nothing?"
The Cultural Revolution has only been going on for three years, and almost everyone has turned into Sherlock Holmes. All kinds of demons and monsters have been exposed. Those who are not demons have been labeled as demons. If someone holds a grudge against her, she can fabricate evidence even if there is none.
Moreover, those high-ranking officials are all seasoned veterans, many with intelligence backgrounds. They can tell if someone is problematic just by looking at them, and their interrogations are penetrating to the core. Even the most serious crimes are confessed in less than two hours. How much composure can a young girl have? She hasn't encountered any formidable people outside and doesn't have a proper understanding of those senior figures.
Zhu Fanfan was in the wrong. She had had too smooth a life for the past three years, which made her a little arrogant. She still knew her place. There was a black market in Beijing, but she didn't touch it. She didn't dare to touch the black markets around Beijing either. The people she had met were all capable of participating in "The Brain," and they were only at the middle level. She knew she couldn't outmaneuver them.
She was even a little confused. She originally wanted to be a lazy bum, so how did she gradually rise to the position of the black market boss?
Zhu Jiabao continued, "Especially your white wolf. Once it appears, everything is exposed. Can you keep it in your spatial dimension forever?"
The white wolf became Mo Wenqi's symbol. Fortunately, she never brought it out of the capital. However, the time difference between the space and the outside world was too great. If it were inside the space, how long could it live?
Zhu Fanfan fell silent. Unlike other animals, the white wolf was not affected by the spatial flow. Its growth inside was still slow, just like in the outside world, but it could not be exposed to light. She couldn't bear to let it stay in the space for the rest of its life.
Zhu Jiabao said, "You cut off the black market as quickly as possible, I'll figure out a way to clean up the mess for you, then come with me to the military camp and behave yourself from now on."
His connections weren't just for show; he could easily swallow his pride and clean up her messes. This girl had almost gotten herself into serious trouble, so it was better to keep her under his nose. Although Fanfan had been involved in the black market for the past three years, he had keen observation skills and, in cooperation with the local police, had caught quite a few traitors. He had reported all of this, and in the military, such achievements would be enough to qualify him for a deputy battalion commander position. Getting into the military would be a matter of a single word for him.
The best option would actually be to join the Dragon Group, but the Dragon Group has to go on missions all over the country too frequently. He was afraid that the girl would become uncontrollable again. Zhuge Qianxing was even more indulgent towards children than he was. He would immediately hand over a knife when he knew that Fanfan was going to kill someone. He had no sense of right and wrong at all. He was afraid that Zhuge Qianxing would be brainwashed by the girl.
Zhu Fanfan was somewhat unwilling: "I got involved in the black market in the first place because I wanted to take care of your old friends. If I quit, and there's no longer any financial connection, what will happen to your old friends?"
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