"Time waits for no one, really waits for no one!" A loud voice sounded in the darkness, "What age is it now? The nineties! The eve of a big change!"
Teddy bear is finished, we are standing on the edge of the cliff. The West is about to enter the Internet age, and the world is developing rapidly. I don't have time to take it slowly, there are too many things to change.
If I can become the trend-setter of the times, I will attract the attention of the whole society. The media will rush to report.
I will be a celebrity, a business authority, and an idol star. I can give the people a spiritual baptism and point out a great road to the sky. "
what...
Xiao Jinlang woke up suddenly, sweating profusely.
The train was still swaying and moving forward. The sight was dim, and only the night lights in the carriageway were on. It was still far from the imperial capital, and this long-distance train didn't even reach half of the road.
The hard seat was too uncomfortable. Xiao Jinlang asked the conductor and spent more money to finally make up a hard seat ticket.
After ten o'clock at night, the fluorescent lights of the hard sleeper compartment went out. Except for a few coughs and crying of the child, only the impact of the wheels and the rails was heard.
Xiao Jinlang finally fell asleep, wondering how he would have nightmares. He couldn't sleep anymore, and walked along the carriageway to the water room to wash his face.
But there was no more water in the water room, but a pale face was reflected in the mirror of the water room.
The young man who was once in high spirits at the time was particularly haggard in middle age. His hair was half black and half white, his cheeks were thin and indented, and his eyes stared blankly, lifeless.
"What is the meaning of my life for the rest of my life?" Xiao Jinlang supported the small table and chair in the aisle, slowly sitting on his butt. He felt flustered and palpitated, and he was also uncomfortable.
This is the price of long-term labor abroad, and all kinds of pains and sufferings. The heart, liver, kidney and stomach, Xiao Jinlang had few organs still working normally.
"If I die now, how many people will remember me?"
After asking himself, Xiao Jinlang shook his head bitterly. In the past, he was very proud of his work, and he always felt that he had exposed the ugliness, punished the darkness, and cracked down on crime.
But...
A young man taught him a lesson.
"Economy, economy, economy, all problems are economic problems in the end.
Don't think that having a good economy means having money. Wealth is only a sign of economic development.
A good economy represents order, prosperity and stability, and represents a complete and freely functioning social system that can self-correct.
If the economy does not develop, the problems you expose will emerge in endlessly. If the economy is not good, the so-called conscience and integrity will become ridiculous.
Didn’t the politics class teach you to distinguish between primary and secondary contradictions? You think you are great, but in fact, you don't grasp the point at all, but you have headaches and feet, and you are working as a paster for tinkering. "
Xiao Jinlang was dying of a headache, he held his head and made a terrible painful sound. The sweat on his forehead fell in big drops, and he wanted to roar, resisting the young man who completely denied his twenty years of struggle.
"Comrade, how are you comrade?"
Xiao Jinlang felt that he was being slapped on the shoulder. He looked up and saw that several travelers were surrounding him. The conductor hurried over and helped him to the sleeping berth to lie down.
Many people probe their heads, all talking about it must be sick.
"I'm okay, it's just a little uncomfortable." Xiao Jinlang waved his hand. After he lay down, he was much more relaxed and declined other people's kindness.
A 60-year-old old man sat on the opposite side of the sleeping berth and found a bottle of Huoxiang Zhengqi Water from his small box. "Young people, it is inevitable to have headaches and brain fever when going out. Drinking some medicine will feel better."
Xiao Jinlang took the small medicine bottle and smiled bitterly: "I am not young anymore."
The old man smiled and said, "You are younger than me. You seem to be worried, what's the matter? I'll help you advise and advise."
Perhaps because of the complete unfamiliarity and the turbulent mood, Xiao Jinlang wanted to talk instead. He smiled bitterly: "I was taught a lesson by a real young man.
When I closed my eyes, the kid scolded me in my head. I was so badly scolded by him that I felt that I had done nothing in the past 20 years of work. "
The old man laughed and didn't comment, and asked, "What does the young man do?"
"Smuggling."
"Oh, that's amazing."
"But he is not only engaged in smuggling. That guy does a lot of things, starting a company, running a business, and even taking land from the government to build a house."
"This young man is not small in strength."
"He mainly got a lot of foreign exchange somehow. Rumors say that he has hundreds of millions of Hong Kong dollars in assets, and the local government has to condone him."
"This young man has an unusual background, it is inevitable to be arrogant."
After chatting for a few words, Xiao Jinlang felt better, and asked the old man: "What do you do?"
"I'm from Wuhan. I retired and gave my job to the second child at home. In some places where small factories need technical guidance, I ran around to earn some consulting fees. What about you?"
"I..." Xiao Jinlang has always avoided talking about his official occupation and identity. "I got in the car from Tianyang and went there on a business trip."
"Tianyang." The old man was a little interested. "I heard that there is a family in Tianyang's "Shengguang Machinery" who hires engineering consultants with a high salary, with a monthly salary of 1,000. Will this happen
The old man took out a newspaper as he spoke.
Zhou Qingfeng's advertising has now been done in the provincial media, and the influence is getting bigger and bigger.
Xiao Jinlang read the job advertisement the size of dried tofu in the newspaper, and he was very upset—how could he encounter things related to that bastard everywhere
"There is such a thing." Xiao Jinlang really understands the situation that the old man asked. He briefly described the recruitment requirements and remuneration of "Shengguang Machinery", and confirmed that the monthly salary of 1,000 yuan was not fake.
The old man was excited now, "I'm too old to run around. If there is a private company that can afford a monthly salary of 1,000 yuan, I would really like to apply for a job."
Xiao Jinlang immediately sat on the wax, but he responded casually and actually acted as a free publicist for Zhou Qingfeng.
The old man listened to Xiao Jinlang's details, "Comrade, do you have anything to do with this'Holy Light Machine'?"
Is it counted as having a grudge relationship
Xiao Jinlang felt awkward. He didn't want to make senseless denials, so he nodded and said: "It's so related."
"Is there a contact number?" the old man asked again.
Xiao Jinlang's little black book really remembered it. Reluctantly, he took out the notebook and opened it was a business card—Zhou Qingfeng's.
Reporters have the habit of collecting business cards, good or bad, convenient to use at critical moments.
Zhou Qingfeng gave this business card personally. Xiao Jinlang verbally said that he would never return to Tianyang, but his professional habit made him keep the business card.
After taking out this business card, the old man immediately admired: "Oh, real people don't show their faces. You all have the business card of the president of "Shengguang Machinery". The relationship must be very unusual.
The relationship of wanting to send that bastard to prison is indeed very unusual.
"I can't talk about it, I can't talk about it." Xiao Jinlang waved his hand quickly, as if he was embarrassed by this relationship.
"Be humble, humble." The old man also took out a small book, wrote down Zhou Qingfeng's number, and returned his business card with both hands.
The train stopped at a passing station, and the mobile phone had a signal.
The old man looked at his watch, then shook his head and said, "I find time to call and ask tomorrow. If this happens, thank you. By the way, your surname, Comrade?"
"My name is Xiao." Xiao Jinlang responded, and he added, "People with the surname Zhou run around every day. It doesn't matter when you call him."
"Really?" The old man didn't know if any muscle was touched, so he really took out a mobile phone and started dialing.
Xiao Jinlang wanted to stop it, and suddenly felt a little troublesome.
The phone was connected quickly, and Zhou Qingfeng really didn't sleep. The old man did precision casting of molds, and he used to do engine casing casting in Wuhan state-owned enterprises.
This is definitely a high-end talent, and it will be especially important thirty years later. However, the domestic treatment of skilled workers has always been low, resulting in high-quality talents not being employed in this direction.
Zhou Qingfeng engages in motor tricycles, and the 50-cc engine is the most critical component. He listened to the elder who called on the spot and set a monthly salary of 1,000, a full set of benefits, and even the travel expenses.
The old man laughed and was very happy. He casually talked about how he was awakened in the middle of the night, and when he met good people, he had to meet beautiful things, so he immediately sold Xiao Jinlang.
Old Xiao wished he couldn't make a few mouthfuls, but the old man laughed and handed the mobile phone over, "Comrade Xiao, you really have a deep friendship with Zhou.
Zhou Qingfeng's voice came from the phone.
"Old Xiao, Xiao Jinlang, speak. Why are you such a big man? You don't have to turn like this if you want to admit your mistakes.
I hate you literati, who are twisted and uninterested, acting like a sissy. Come to work, I'm about to make a big move. "
"What arrogant? I warn you kid not to talk nonsense." Xiao Jinlang became angry, "I will not admit anything wrong with you. You wishful thinking!"