It is the sixth day of the lunar calendar, and a crescent moon hangs high on the night sky.
The "smugglers" are like mice, queuing up to drill through narrow dog holes. Although they don't know each other, they have a tacit understanding and try not to make any sound.
"Hiss!"
The sound of the broken cloth breaking the tranquility. The fat director crawled halfway and turned around and cursed: "My trousers are brand-name goods!"
"Hahahaha!" Finally someone couldn't help but smirk while covering his mouth.
Zheng Xuehong suddenly said angrily: "Smile, don't say anything."
No one paid attention to him, and everyone started to discuss it in a low voice-
"Where to go?"
"On the left, I saw a lot of lights over there."
“There is light in the south too.”
"Which side is the south?"
"We came from the north, and the south in front."
"No matter how far it is, it's right to go to the brightest place."
"Yes, I heard that the SAR is a city that never sleeps, and the lights are on all night."
"Comrades, let's break the guerrilla warfare, don't be taken away by the border guards."
"I agree. We have too many people and big goals, so we have to go away."
“…”
A group of guys who grew up watching the movie "The Third Battle" were full of morale, learned and used it, and quickly flew to the east and south.
"Brother, wait a moment," Zheng Xuehong called Song Weiyang and got into the pile of gravels and said, "Please help me get the wind, I'll change my pants."
"Okay, take your time, we don't have to worry." Song Weiyang smiled.
After several minutes of rustling, Zheng Xuehong finally changed his pants. The two of them didn't dare to turn on the flashlight. They walked forward in the faint moonlight, one foot high and one foot low, and almost tripped by the wild grass vines several times.
"Someone!"
I don’t know how long he had left, but Zheng Xuehong suddenly warned and rushed into the grass on the side of the road, his body was as agile as Sammo Hung.
Song Weiyang was also shocked and thought it was a border guard post, so he rolled and crawled into the pile of grass and stones to hide.
As they got closer, Song Weiyang finally saw the situation clearly, but a bicycle convoy came quietly. There were about seven or eight bicycles, all of which were 28-year-old bicycles carrying large and small bags of goods towards the border line.
Song Weiyang smiled and got up and said to the fat director: "It's okay, it's smuggling."
"It's okay, it's okay, I'm scared to death." Zheng Xuehong's heart was jumping.
The barbed wire border line of the Special Administrative Region has spent hundreds of millions of funds to build.
Since Shenzhen City has implemented a series of tax reduction and exemption policies, the price of imported goods is much lower than that of the mainland, and taxes and fees are required to pay when leaving customs to make up for the price difference. The only function of the bicycle transport team just now is tax evasion, which is strictly a smuggling act.
After walking forward for dozens of minutes, Zheng Xuehong was so tired that he was breathing heavily. He sat on the ground and threw cigarettes at Song Weiyang and said, "Huh, let's take a rest."
Song Weiyang lit the cigarette, took out two bottles of canned fruits and said, "I haven't eaten two meals, fill my stomach."
Zheng Xuehong took out a knife and pried open the can, chewed it with his neck and slapped it hard, and lay on the ground and sighed: "Damn, we were still heroes who fought against the criminals last night, and in a blink of an eye we became scared smugglers."
"Do you regret it?" Song Weiyang smiled.
"Repent?" Zheng Xuehong sat up, "I, Old Zheng, don't know what regret means. I haven't earned hundreds of thousands, so I really won't go back!"
Song Weiyang asked: "What business is planned to do in the SAR?"
"I haven't thought about it yet, find a place to live first," Zheng Xuehong stood up with her butt, and her tone became passionate, "Brother, I'm not afraid of you making jokes. Brother, I'm going to make a lot of money when I come to the SAR. I have a five-year plan. I make 100,000 yuan in the first year and a million yuan in the second year. In the fifth year, I want to be a billionaire with a net worth of over 100 million yuan! I think you are also a smart and capable person. How about it? Do you want to have a big fight with my brother?"
This is also called a plan? Daydreaming is more appropriate. I also plan to become the world's richest man in ten years.
Song Weiyang was too lazy to complain and couldn't help laughing: "Don't be a monetary, think about how to make money first, the prices in the Special Administrative Region are not low."
Zheng Xuehong was not worried at all and said with great enthusiasm: "When you take one step at a time, can you still suffocate your urine? I definitely don't know how to work. Even if I beg for food, I won't work for others. For those little money, I might as well continue to be the deputy director in my hometown. Believe me, brother, the streets of the Special Administrative Region are full of money, so I'm waiting for us to pick it up. After giving up this 200 kilograms of meat, I have to do a great career!"
"Brother is proud!" Song Weiyang gave a thumbs up.
Many years later, when people mentioned this era, some people said it was dark, and some people said it was romantic.
Passionate, passion, wildness! It is reflected in the thousands of Zheng Xuehong.
When they are middle-aged, their work is stable, but they leave their homes and businesses, with ambitions and ideals, they enter the tide of going into the sea. They don’t even have specific plans, only knowing that the special zone is full of gold, so they pounce in like bloodthirsty and hungry wolf, beating out an infinitely beautiful tomorrow.
In this irrational barbaric madness, countless people were shattered and bloody, and countless grass transformed into dragons.
Song Weiyang was not in a hurry to leave. It was so dark that it was hard to find a place to stay. He lay on the ground and looked up at the stars and asked casually: "Do you have a story?"
"What story is it? It's a rough man." Zheng Xuehong said, pinching his cigarette butt.
Song Weiyang said: "You got drunk in the dining car and said you almost participated in the Olympics."
Zheng Xuehong sighed: "I have a chance. I used to practice weightlifting, and my best result was a silver medal in the National Games. I was recommended by the provincial team to participate in the Olympic national team selection. As a result, he was fucked. He was injured at the critical moment and could only lie on the bed to watch the Olympics in 1984. But, there is nothing to regret. I was too old at that time, and I probably couldn't even choose it even if I tried my best."
"Sister-in-law supports you in the SAR?" Song Weiyang asked.
Speaking of his wife, Zheng Xuehong instantly returned to reality and said with a wry smile: "It's a big deal to support me. Women, their hair is long and their knowledge is short, but they don't know how wonderful the outside world is."
"Sister-in-law is also worried about you." Song Weiyang said.
"Stop talking about those," Zheng Xuehong quickly changed the topic, "Do you know who my idol is?"
Song Weiyang choked up and said, "Who?"
"Mu Zhe, who can be exchanged for canned food!" said Zheng Xuehong.
Song Weiyang smiled and said, "I knew it was him."
Most of the middle-aged people who are ignorant and passionate, who are ignorant and passionate, admire Mouzhong. They advocate wild ways and think that only this is the real business genius.
As for the vast number of young students, they regard Shi Yuzhu as a god, dreaming that one day they can become rich through knowledge and talent.
Zheng Xuehong seemed to be so suffocating. He came from a remote small county town, which was closed and conservative. People there regarded him as a madman and fool, and actually threw away his iron job to do business. He was very depressed and could not find someone to speak. Now when he caught Song Weiyang, he kept talking - the two of them fought side by side, which is trustworthy.
I was chatting until midnight and had enough rest before I continued to move forward.
I didn't know how long I had walked, but passed by several villages in the middle and finally arrived at a modern neighborhood.
The city is blown all over the night, and it is pitch black everywhere. Even neon lights are rare on the streets. Maybe the lights are turned off in the middle of the night, and only the lights can be seen in the scattered buildings.
The two of them were too lazy to find a hotel, so they sat on the side of the road and waited for dawn, which made the mosquitoes from the Special Administrative Region cheaper.
The moon sets and the sun rises. With the dim morning light, Song Weiyang finally saw the words on the building in the distance - the Electronic Building.
Chapter completed!