If possible, Cheng Ran would like to pry open his father's head and repeatedly instill in him that he must follow the path he wants to take, and must succeed in the "Fulong" opening. This thing is a gold mine for now... But Cheng Ran knows that even if he grasps the truth, he may not necessarily become the winner in the end.
At this stage, there are obstacles such as his own high school entrance examination and the separation of his unit. Apart from the high school entrance examination, there are no other issues he can intervene in.
Cheng Feiyang's technology institute is also independently looking for investment. It is said that it has found the investment company Shanhai Development. Although it is not as big as large state-owned enterprises like Huagu, this company is currently in a very strong momentum.
He didn't know what stage Cheng Feiyang had reached in the investment agreement with Shanhai Development, but Cheng Ran knew that it seemed that the matter had not been successful. At this time in his previous life, he was just a junior high school student, and his family would not tell him many specific details. Of course, this is another different time and space, and the direction of many things may not be the same. I hope everything can go smoothly.
Cheng Ran went up to the rooftop at night. At this time, there was a large open space on the rooftop of the unit building. Each unit had an exclusive large square water tank made of cement. Many herringbone-shaped solar water heaters were neatly placed on the platform. Shanhai City had sufficient sunlight, and almost every household had this kind of water heater.
Cheng Ran looked at the city in the night with mottled lights. At that moment, he had the illusion that he had just returned to his hometown and nothing had changed. Only the comet above his head, which was the brightest besides the bright moon in the southeast corner and would last for dozens of days, told him that it was indeed 1997.
The city called Gangdu will return to the mainland this year. At this time, there are only more than 100,000 websites in the world. If there is no big deviation from the previous life, this number will become 160 million in ten years. The mainstream computer display resolution at this time is still 640×480-800×600, and the most famous search engine is called "Yahoo!". Everything seems to have just sprouted, and a magnificent era seems to have just woken up. Although some people have predicted that the information age will soon come, only Cheng Ran knows and understands what kind of world the future will be.
Even though he reminded himself countless times to wait for the right time, wait for the right time, Cheng Ran was still excited when he thought of that future.
After staring at the starry sky on the roof for who knows how long, Cheng Ran finally stood up, patted his butt, and walked down the stairs. When he entered the building, he noticed that the curtains of an apartment building in the distance moved, and it seemed that a figure walked into the room inside.
Saturday was a family gathering at a restaurant called "Moon Village" on Huanhu Road, a very famous restaurant that had just emerged. The owner was said to be a wealthy businessman of a famous chain restaurant in Rongzhou, and he opened a branch in Shanhai City.
The most famous thing about this restaurant is that the ingredients are harvested from the lake. You can eat the freshest spiny barb, rock carp and light lip fish. The "pine nut fish" made by the chef of a five-star hotel hired by the owner using wild spiny barb is even more unique. The fish is cut obliquely into a shuttle shape, marinated with rice wine, salt, and millet pepper, then coated with egg powder paste, fried in a pan, and finally added with onion, ginger, garlic, lotus root, chili sauce and more than a dozen other seasonings. Sprinkle with coriander and chopped green onions. It is colorful, fragrant, and delicious, and the taste is sour and spicy. The sauce alone is enough to eat two bowls of rice.
The business of this restaurant is well-known far and wide. Today it was my uncle who invited us. Cheng Feiyang and Xu Lan went there first. They all played mahjong as a family for fun. Cheng Ran read a book at home first and went there when it was time for dinner.
Cheng Feiyang and Xu Lan finally saw Cheng Ran's perseverance and the change in his attitude towards learning. It didn't seem like he was just having a fever occasionally, but they could only think that their son had woken up when the high school entrance examination was approaching. Although it seemed a little late, it was not good to dampen his enthusiasm. Cheng Ran's regular score was now maintained at over 400 points, plus physical education it was over 470 points. If he could improve it through the last few dozen days of hard work, not to mention 30 points, it would be good enough. With around 500 points, it would not be a problem to get into No. 4 Middle School.
Of course, they were just hoping for the best. After all, they had hoped and been disappointed too many times.
Cheng Ran went out at about four o'clock in the afternoon, took a bus around the lake, and arrived at the stop along the wobbly road. The hotel was located a few hundred meters away from the stop. Outside the door was a large archway with luxurious decoration. It was similar to a resort inside, with teahouses set up in partitions by the lake. Even the dining area was under the racks of green leaf vines, which was very cool in the summer. It had to be said that the good business was very reasonable.
Cheng Ran was walking on the road when he saw an off-road vehicle speeding towards him from behind. In that era, the economy of Shanhai City was second only to the provincial capital, and there were still many private cars. When going to a restaurant like Yueliang Village, cars were seen even more frequently. Of course, it was not as exaggerated as in later generations, where a tourist attraction was congested with traffic and people, and it was a torture to go anywhere during holidays.
The SUV that had just passed by Cheng Ran in the dust suddenly heard an unusual low hum from the engine, followed by two muffled bangs, and the Grand Cherokee stopped on the side of the road. The SUV then tried to start the engine several times, but the engine only made a humming sound and did not ignite. The driver got out and lifted the hood to check.
When Cheng Ran got closer, he saw two people on the back seat of the SUV. On the left side, near the road, was a man in a suit and tie, with side-parted hair, who looked like a typical secretary. On the right side, was a middle-aged man in a casual polo shirt, with a broad face and wide ears. Cheng Ran looked familiar at first glance, but he didn't know where he had seen him before... When Cheng Ran, who was passing by, looked inside, the secretary-like man on the outside glanced at Cheng Ran and said to the driver outside, "Master Zheng, you are also an experienced driver in the unit. Why didn't you check the car before?"
The secretary's words were gentle, but also full of reproach. This was actually what he had to do. There were some things that the leader was not comfortable saying, so he had to express them himself. The driver surnamed Zheng was a little embarrassed and nervous for a moment, and kept explaining, "This imported car is really hard to serve... I used to drive a minibus, or a Peugeot, or a bull car. This car is high-end and complicated, but I haven't figured it out yet..."
The secretary was a little anxious, "How are you going to do this? We have to go back after dinner... How about I call Xiao Liu and ask him to send another car over?"
The middle-aged man waved his hand to stop them. "It's still early. Let Master Zheng fix it first. He's an experienced driver and must be very experienced... Don't occupy the company's car. If it doesn't work, there's a bus stop nearby. You can take the bus back later."
Cheng Ran looked at the Grand Cherokee, which was a rare commodity in this era, with an imported 4.0-liter displacement and a four-speed automatic transmission. Only the rich or the noble could drive this car. But he was not unfamiliar with it. In the off-road circles he participated in later, this kind of antique was everywhere. There was no distinction between high and low in off-road. The Mercedes-Benz G with three differential locks was very good at driving, and the old LC60 and Y61 were also very strong. Moreover, many old guns liked to play with this kind of old car, modify it by themselves, and repair it by themselves if there was a problem. They had crossed the four no-man's land and went to the source of the three rivers. They treated the car as a lover and a comrade-in-arms, and Cheng Ran was also very familiar with it.
Seeing this old car appearing in front of him in a new look, Cheng Ran felt itchy and asked, "Master, let me help you take a look..."
These words not only stunned the secretary and the middle-aged man in the back seat, but also the driver. Cars are a rare resource these days. The drivers in their units can be regarded as witnessing and personally experiencing the development of cars in China. From the oldest 212 jeeps and trucks that require a hand crank to drive the flywheel, to the carbureted models such as the Peugeot that the unit has replaced, they can be regarded as knowledgeable. Moreover, the driver circle at that time was all old masters leading novices, and basically relying on oral teaching. Especially some imported models, they are simply precious, and we can only admire the industrial level of others. Even the old masters need a long time to master them. Such a young person who looks like a student, even if he may have had contact with vehicles at home, but the technology of such niche imported off-road vehicles is in the hands of others. Once there is a problem with the parts, they have to mail the parts from abroad, and even spend a lot of money to invite special technicians to come for inspection. Do you dare to say that you can repair it
“Go away! Stay aside…” The master also had a bad temper. He was holding it in in front of the leader. Now he could naturally order a student around, not to mention that the unit he worked for was really amazing.
Cheng Ran jumped directly into the cockpit and waved his hand, "Key."
The driver held the keys in his hand as if they were a treasure, glared at me and was about to yell, "This is an imported car. Can you afford to pay for it if there is any problem?"
But the secretary seemed to be influenced by Cheng Ran's confidence and said to the driver, "Let him try."
The driver still reluctantly guarded his treasure, "There are regulations in this company... Non-car operators are not allowed to..."
"Just try it if I tell you to. Why make it so troublesome?" The secretary became impatient.
The driver finally handed over the key, Cheng Ran inserted it into the keyhole, turned it, and it made a buzzing sound. But the car still didn't start.
The driver immediately blew his beard and glared at the side, "You kid... you don't understand the game, why are you meddling in it..."
In the early years, most of the drivers in the unit came from truck driving backgrounds. They traveled all over the country and had a lot of gangster style, so they probably didn't have much to say about it.
Cheng Ran ignored him, jumped out of the driver's seat, came to the front of the car, and quickly removed the engine hood. Cheng Ran removed the first-stage filter of the fuel supply system and took out a sealed cylinder. He opened it with a flat-blade screwdriver, picked out the filter element, wiped each blade carefully with the handkerchief handed to him by his secretary, and then reinstalled it and restored the whole thing with extremely skillful movements.
The driver watched the whole scene. Even the middle-aged man who looked like a leader got out of the car and watched the young man repairing the car in a serious manner.
An expert can tell whether a move is successful or not with just one move. The driver watched the whole process and gradually stopped talking. He just stared at Cheng Ran's technique, as if he was watching Linghu Chong performing the Dugu Nine Swords, fearing that in the blink of an eye, the peerless sword technique would be lost and he would regret it for the rest of his life.