With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

After the public arrest meeting, Vulture was taken to the execution ground and shot. His body was published in the next day's newspaper. The headline was "Vulture, the leader of the Ganges Mountain bandits, fell to justice and everyone cheered."

Immediately afterwards, Xue Ming was invited to the Public Security Bureau and received a banner from Ganges Commune, with the words "Serve the People" written in yellow on a red background.

The red-faced Zhao Qinghong also presented a banner with the words "Punish evil and promote good people's defender" written in gold on a red background. Both of these hats are quite big.

Xue Ming's name also became famous in the provincial capital, and in a short period of time it became a topic of conversation among people after dinner.

That afternoon, Xue Ming rode to the department store to buy eggs. At the entrance of the alley, there were some old men playing chess, and an old man with a red nose was playing chess and boasting.

His opponent looked disdainful, "Stop bragging, Lao Zhang. He dares to go up the mountain to suppress bandits alone. Does Xue Ming have three heads and six arms?"

"Old Feng, don't believe it. Although Xue Ming doesn't have three heads and six arms, he is more than nine feet tall. He has a green face and fangs and a bear's back. He must eat a pig's head raw for every meal." Old man Zhang entered the general's car.

"Quickly pull them down. The bandits must have been wiped out by a large force, and then the credit will be placed on Xue Ming, who is Zhao Dapao's grandson-in-law." Old man Feng looked disdainful.

"You fart, even if it's been reported in the newspapers, how can it be false? You old guy just doesn't like other people's kindness!" Old Man Zhang stood up to him with a stiff neck.

Xue Ming lowered his head and pushed the cart away quickly. He was nine feet tall and had a green face and fangs. This appearance must be that of a fairy in Journey to the West.

When she arrived at the department store, she first went to the candy counter to find her mother. When she saw her son, Liu Yuee hurriedly waved, "Son, help me look at the counter. I need to go to the toilet in a hurry."

"Where is my sister? Are you hungry?" Xue Ming said, opening the small door and walking into the counter.

"She and your aunt went out to do errands." Liu Yuee took some paper from the counter and ran to the toilet downstairs, covering her stomach.

Xue Ming scratched his head and decided to go to the pharmacy to buy some meat. Last night, his mother was reluctant to throw away the offal of the hare, so she secretly made two bowls of rabbit soup and ate it up.

There were colorful candies on the counter, each with a clearly marked price. Xue Ming moved a chair and sat down to wait for customers to come.

A few minutes later, a young couple came to the counter. The gay man smiled and nodded, "Hello, comrade salesperson, I would like to buy two kilograms of fruit candies."

"Comrade, what flavor do you want? This is mint candy, this is orange candy..." Xue Ming stood up and introduced them one by one.

The baby in the lesbian's arms suddenly started crying, and the crying interrupted Xue Ming's introduction. The lesbian hurriedly rocked the baby to comfort it.

"I'm sorry, comrade salesman. Children are not sensible. Please help me weigh two kilograms of mints." The gay man apologized hastily.

"You're too polite, please wait a moment." Xue Ming turned around and weighed the green-packaged plastic candy for him. If it were another salesperson, he would have said something unpleasant because of the child's crying.

The child cried louder and louder, and the salesperson selling soy sauce and vinegar next door became irritated and said, "Hurry up and comfort your child, don't disturb the shopping of the masses."

The male comrade hurriedly said good-bye and apologized, while the female comrade broke into a sweat and said, "Bao'er, be good, Bao'er, don't cry."

Bao'er was still crying. Just as Xue Ming was trying to persuade the salesperson next door to be patient, Bao'er's mother suddenly said in a stiff tone, "Don't cry, Xue Ming is here!"

The crying stopped suddenly, and the air suddenly became quiet. Bao'er's parents breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. Bao'er's father took out his wallet and smiled at Xue Ming, "Comrade salesperson, can you hurry up?"

Xue Ming was really confused. Who am I and what am I doing? Xue Ming's name can scare children, right?

Xue Ming weighed two kilograms of mints, wrapped them in yellow paper and handed them to Bao'er's father. He then pulled a piece of toilet paper from his pocket and handed it to Bao'er's mother, "Quickly wipe the child's nose. Don't be anxious. The child is crying a lot." normal."

Toilet paper is also a luxury product these days. Ordinary people wipe their butts with scrap newspapers, and many use wooden sticks and tiles.

"Thank you, comrade salesperson. Please tell me your name. I will definitely write a letter of praise to your company." Bao'er's father had never seen a salesperson with such a good service attitude. He took out his small notebook and prepared to memorize his name.

"My name is Xue Ming."

"It turns out to be Comrade Xue Ming, Xue..."

Bao'er's father was stunned, and Bao'er's mother was stunned for two seconds and then her face turned red. She was so embarrassed that she hurriedly turned her back to Xue Ming.

"Goodbye, Comrade Xue Ming." Bao'er's dad wanted to open a crack in the ground and crawl in. He bowed gently and pulled his wife away.

The salesperson next door couldn't help but laugh. Xue Ming glared at her and told her to shut up. He moved a chair and sat down in a daze.

After a moment, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. Being able to stop the baby from crying in the middle of the night was the effect he wanted. What he wanted was a reputation for being evil.

In a few years, those generals and junior generals will be bullies and shy of the strong. If you obey, they will slap you in the face. If you have a bad reputation, they will not dare to mess with you.

Zhao Xue is a serious intellectual. If the generals and junior generals are afraid of trouble because of their reputation, they will save a lot of trouble in the future.

The fundamental way to deal with that incident is to make them have a sense of awe. The evil reputation is called fear, but fear alone is not enough, they must also be respected.

"How to make them respect and fear at the same time? How to gain the respect of the broad masses of the people?" Xue Ming couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

"My child, what's wrong with you?" Liu Yue'e stretched out her hand and shook it on Xue Ming's face.

Xue Ming suddenly came to his senses and stood up and said, "I'm fine, I suddenly became distracted."

"Go back and rest quickly. You have been very tired these past few days. It may not be a good thing if someone becomes famous." Liu Yue'e began to nag.

"Mom, remember to buy some eggs and go home. There are no eggs at home." Xue Ming took out the money ticket and gave it to his mother, then left the supply and marketing cooperative and went to Zhao's house.

Zhao Xue and Zhao Qinghong are both at work, and the only one at home is the old man who studies chess records every day.

"Hey, how come our busy family has time to chat with me today?" Zhao Dingkai smiled brightly and asked Xue Ming to sit down and talk.

"Don't laugh at me, old man. I want to ask you a question, how to make the masses fear you." Xue Ming asked straight to the point.

This was a big question and Zhao Dingkai couldn't answer it. He shook his head after a moment and said, "It's easy to make others fear you. Just do more of killing bandits single-handedly. It's hard to make others respect you. Different groups have different ideas. I suggest you first establish your authority among the workers."

"Sounds good." Xue Ming extended his thumb to agree. Most of the people in the provincial capital are workers, with only a few intellectuals and civil servants.

"It's easy to win the respect of the workers. As long as you become an upright level eight worker, they will naturally respect you," Zhao Dingkai said.

Xue Ming felt it was unreliable and immediately shook his head, "Isn't that the case? Everyone has a hatred of the rich. If an eighth-level worker has a higher salary than the factory director, it will only make them jealous, right?"

Zhao Dingkai waved his hand, "That's wrong. No matter how high your salary is, you are still a working class person. This is a contradiction among the people."

"You see it's really cool, I understand." Xue Ming praised him again.