The emotional bond between the two families is strong, and the old uncle is sincere. If he has any new things, he will call Yao Yuemin’s family over.
The rabbit meat was cooked and delicious, and all I drank was beer. I soaked in urine a few times and rested for a while. After eating until about eight o'clock, I called a taxi from the city to take me back.
This family building was built in the 1990s. It does not have a public stall, and the apartment is not small. There are two large balconies in the north and south. The parents' bedroom is on the south, which is spacious and bright, and has a TV.
After washing up, the couple lay on the bed and watched TV.
LCD TVs had just been born, and the technology was not up to par. They were far from popular, and household TVs were all big and big. What was playing was "Mansion Gate", which had already finished its first round. It was a rebroadcast on a local station.
Mr. Bai is eating opium paste inside.
Yao Yuemin looked at each one, smelling slightly drunk, and suddenly said: "Do you feel that Xiaoyuan is different?"
"Are you more mature?"
Yuan Liping also felt the same way. She thought about it and said, "He used to be obsessed with being a reporter, and he was very excited when he mentioned the newspaper. Today, when I heard what he said, I felt that he understood it very clearly. Hey, did someone tell him the inside story?"
"It's possible. In fact, I've thought so for a long time. It doesn't matter if you can go in to the big newspaper office? It's still a big newspaper in the capital. We can't help him much. If he goes to Shencheng, I can still find my classmate."
"What kind of shabby newspaper office your classmate works for is about to close down."
"How can the newspaper close down? The government has allocated funds. If we spend some money, we can find a career editor for Xiaoyuan. But I think this kid has other ideas. Hey, he is young anyway, so he is not in a hurry for the next two years."
Yao Yuemin's mantra is not to worry about these days, not to worry about these years.
He is quite visionary, but his execution ability is poor and he talks but does not practice. Yuan Liping is just the opposite and can be regarded as complementary.
Meanwhile, the bedroom to the north.
The room is not very spacious, with a bed, a narrow and tall bookshelf filled with books, VCDs and tapes, and a desk squeezed next to it.
This desk has been with Yao Yuan for more than ten years. At this moment, he is wearing headphones, listening to his Walkman, and writing at the desk.
What I listened to was a platter of pop music, from "Tian Ou Ou, Tian Ou Ou", to "I want you to accompany me and watch the turtle swimming in the water", to "I would rather you be cold to the end"...
As I listened and swayed, I felt relaxed and at ease from head to toe.
That's right, apart from the initial confusion since his rebirth, the biggest feeling left was relaxation.
My parents have not had gray hair and are in good health. I am in my prime and handsome. China has successfully bid for the Olympics and is about to join the WTO. The national fortunes are booming. As a result, the Men's Football World Cup is about to balance the national fortunes. Jay Chou has only made his debut for one year...
It is said that the 1980s were a time of chaotic ideological trends, and the 1990s were a period of passion. The early 2000s were a more contradictory stage, retaining some of the style of the 1980s and 1990s, while at the same time advancing rapidly towards a new era and new technologies.
Trends flourish in tradition, refinement grows in ruggedness, the poor get poorer, and the rich get richer. Looking back many years later, it has become the source of many ills.
For example, the urban-rural fringe area, migrant workers, real estate, and monopolies.
Nowadays, the rough sea-going era has passed, and the barbaric habits are gradually hiding. A group of guys who were the first to get rich are busy packaging themselves as entrepreneurs and establishing order in the territory. By the way, they stick out a hand and look outside the territory.
What else is there to catch?
Social resources, from the most primitive land and food, to industrial materials, energy, technology, and even the illusory financial industry, have created batches of wealthy people.
These resources have been divided up until today, and until the fourth industrial revolution, there is only one large-scale industrial field that can become an emerging capital group:
internet!
"rustle!"
"rustle!"
After playing one side of the tape, it made a crackling sound in the earphones. After a while, it automatically turned over and continued singing.
Yao Yuan paid no attention to it, didn't listen to any songs, and just immersed himself in writing. In the past few days, he memorized many fragmentary ideas, and then slowly organized and completed them, finally forming a clearer thread.
I finished writing the last sentence, circled a word, and finally put down the pen.
He took his second-hand monochrome screen Nokia 3210.
The candy bar machine can be replaced with a shell, has a maximum standby time of 260 hours, has a built-in snake game, can make calls, send text messages, function as an alarm clock, a calculator, and can smash walnuts, skulls, floors and other hard objects.
160 million units sold!
It was launched in 1999. My mother bought it and gave it to Yao Yuan after it was used up. After all, mobile phones are expensive now and pagers are still popping up on the streets.
"..."
Yao Yuan held the mobile phone and didn't play with it. He just looked at it, as if he was looking at a treasure, and even had a perverted rush. Finally, he said softly: "Hey, I just rely on you to earn some pocket money."
Make money, making money is important.
Yao Yuan wanted to make money, but since he had to live a new life, he wanted to live as he pleased.
He determined his train of thought, climbed onto the bed, crossed his legs, and began to listen to the song seriously. He hummed unconsciously, but it was a completely different song, extremely out of tune:
"I want to bloom!"
"I want to sprout!"
"I want the spring breeze to bring the rain!"
………………
The next day, ten o'clock in the morning.
Yao Yuan walked into the Supersonic Internet Cafe next to ICBC.
These were the earliest Internet cafes in the city, and they still exist 20 years later. At that time, there were not many people there, and they could only regain some of the excitement during winter and summer vacations, and during the holidays.
Three yuan an hour, no ID card required, dirty atmosphere, shouting and yelling.
He took a rough look and found that there were a group of people playing "Red Alert" and a group of people playing CS. "Legend" had not yet been released for public testing.
Huh?
Yao Yuan thought, how about making some money from "Legend"?
Hiss!
He trembled all over again and thought, forget it, netizens vomited.
After weighing the situation, he ran over and sat down next to a guy who was playing "Sword of Immortal". He looked like a junior high school student, with a childish and obsessed look on his face. He was controlling the AV-quality Li Xiaoyao to kill monsters on Shilipo.
Yao Yuan opened a web page, searched the three major portals, glanced at the news casually, and then looked for what he wanted. Sohu and Sina didn't have it, but NetEase had it, which was quite eye-catching.
He thought for a while and tried to search for the second-tier website, but only found it on TOM.com.
Younger netizens don’t even know TOM. This is a portal website launched in 2000. It is owned by Hong Kong TOM Media Group and Li Huagua’s industry.
TOM has always been at the bottom of the first echelon and hovering at the top of the second echelon. It has had a glorious history, but in the end it was lost to everyone.
"NetEase and TOM are the only two companies that can really afford pocket money..."
Yao Yuan closed the web page, called the red alert out of boredom, and simply leaned on his chair, watching the kid next to him playing with the fairy sword.
"Go to the small woods on the pier and look carefully. There will be treasures... Oh, just look for them. There must be some!"
"Have a chat with that guy, then wipe it back, yes, chat again, won't there be a Marching Pill!"
"Over there... there isn't it, oh, I remembered it wrong, then go back... take it, take it again, there is a Miao Dao!"
"Brother, you are a god!"
Junior high school students are full of admiration.
"Just average, third in the world... ugh!"
Yao Yuan spit in his face, and the environment really affects people. Even his witticisms are starting to become retro. It seems that it should be loaded to 100%.
"Is this your first time playing Fairy Sword?"
"I've played the beginning several times before, but I haven't finished it yet. Brother, is it fun at the end?"
"It's fun!"
"Really, what's the plot behind it? I like Zhao Ling'er the best."
"Why do you like Zhao Ling'er?"
"Well……"
"Do you feel well-behaved and sensible, affectionate and powerful?"
"Oh, yes, that's what it feels like, but I can't describe it. What happened to her afterwards?"