Today is Sunday, and the Plaza de España is crowded with tourists, many more than usual.
From time to time, you can see tourist groups from all over the world appearing in the square. They come for the Cervantes statue in the square.
As the most famous literary giant in Spain, Cervantes created Don Quixote, a household name. Today, his statue stands in the center of the square like a statue overlooking Don Quixote and Sancho.
The square itself was built in memory of Cervantes. It was built in 1930 and is quite old. It is only because of Cervantes that this square has become a favorite place for tourists. Many tourists like to visit it.
Take a group photo next to the Don Quixote statue to show your visit here.
But Chang Sheng has no interest in admiring the statues of Cervantes and Don Quixote.
Even though he was squatting in front of the statues of Cervantes and Don Quixote.
On Sunday, the Plaza de España was full of people, the chairs for people to rest were all full, and even the edges of the fountain were full of people, so he could only squat in front of these two sets of statues.
But even so, he couldn't enjoy his lunch quietly.
Because of his location, people constantly come to take photos with the statue.
The favorite thing for groups of tourists from all over the world is to take photos in front of the famous statues of Don Quixote and Sancho, proving that they have been to Plaza de España, Madrid, and Spain.
And Chang Sheng happened to occupy their photo spot.
People kept coming up to ask him to move, move.
Chang Sheng just moved, moved, from left to right, from right to left.
In the end, he got bored. When another group of tourists came to him and wanted to take a photo, he stood up from the ground suddenly, startling the other group.
Then he patted his butt without saying a word and walked around to the back of the statue. Although there were many people resting here, at least no one would run to the back of the statue to take photos - who wants a head to appear in their photo?
Donkey's butt...
He squatted down again behind the statue, just like he was squatting on the edge of the stadium thinking about problems. He stared at the crowd of people in front of him in trance, his eyes unfocused.
In his hand, he held a whole-wheat breadstick with only one bite taken out. It was about half a meter long and had a very hard texture. This is one of the Spanish staple foods. It is very difficult to bite. Chinese people are not used to this kind of texture.
. Chang Sheng is not used to it, but he has no choice. He can only eat this now.
He was lost in thought for a while and took another bite of bread, and then chewed hard with a ferocious expression. It would not be an exaggeration to describe it as "gnashing teeth". It seemed that what he was biting was not the bread, but the body of some bitch...
After being rejected by Atletico Madrid, he spent two months traveling throughout Spain, not just for tourism, but to find a job for himself.
But now, the 1999-2000 new season has begun, and he has not found a suitable job yet.
There are various reasons. There are problems with the club and problems with him.
Either the other party looks down on him; or he thinks that the salary offered is too low, just like being sent to beg for food; or the expectations for the position are not in line; or the club simply doesn't even give him a chance to meet him...
In short, for more than two months, he traveled all over Spain, spent all the last salary he received from Real Madrid, and was still unemployed.
In order to find a job, he gave up his rented house in Madrid.
But now, apart from the piece of bread in his hand, he only had two hundred and thirty-one pesetas left in his body, some in pieces and some in whole.
At this time, the exchange rate between U.S. dollars and pesetas was one U.S. dollar equal to one hundred and eighty pesetas. Chang Sheng now didn't even have two U.S. dollars on him.
In 1999, Spain had been experiencing inflation for four consecutive years. Now that prices were skyrocketing, there was not much that these two hundred pesetas could do.
Fortunately, the hotel room rate was prepaid, otherwise he wouldn't be able to afford to stay in a hotel. Even the cheapest hotel chain.
But the room fee he paid was only enough for him to stay until tomorrow. If he couldn't find a job tomorrow, he might have to sleep on the street like those homeless people.
No matter how miserable Chang Sheng was in his previous life, he was still not as miserable as this.
Do you really want him to go through what his brother has experienced again? Will he have to go digging in the trash can next?
I also thought about using my knowledge that is thirteen years ahead of the world to make some money.
But he soon admitted failure.
In his previous life, as a full-time senior football otaku, he was not interested in anything else except football.
He couldn't remember the winning numbers of any lottery. He had heard that some stocks were very popular, such as Google, Yahoo, etc., but he had no start-up capital. Even for gambling... There was an America's Cup in the summer of 1999, but
Betting on football is not that simple. If you only know the outcome of the game, the profit from winning is limited. If you invest the little money you have, you may not be able to make any splash. Unless he can still remember the score of each game, but
Who would remember such a remote game like the Copa America so clearly? Chang Sheng is not a big fan of American football. If he was not allowed to use Baidu, how could he remember it so clearly?
Even if he knew about something major enough to affect international political and economic trends, he would not be able to make money for himself.
Can he go to the United States and tell the US government, "I know something big is going to happen to you in 2001. If you give me a large sum of money, I will tell you the specific date"? I'm afraid that if he does this, he will either be imprisoned.
Prison, or directly deported from the United States...
If he returns to China, real estate is a profitable business, but on the one hand, he doesn't have the capital and can't even afford a house. In addition, even if he can afford to buy a house, he will starve to death long ago when the house appreciates in value...
Copying online novels written by great writers in the future? In 1999, China’s Internet was still a paradise for liberals. Writing was free for others to read. If someone saw it, it was flattering you, so they dared to charge you? Publishing in Taiwan can make money, but
After all, that is rare. And as the saying goes - distant water cannot quench near thirst. Even if he could successfully publish it in Taiwan, he would probably have turned into a mummy from hunger.
In short, besides finding a job immediately, he has no other way to support him.
If it really doesn't work...
Why don't you just go wash dishes in a Chinese restaurant?
The job of washing dishes has no technical content and does not require academic qualifications or work experience. He should be able to do it.
Pursuing dreams is certainly worthy of respect and passion, but you must first feed yourself. Otherwise, if you starve to death on the road to pursuing your dreams, then whose fault does it count?
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Chang Sheng, who fell into another trance, suddenly felt that his eyes were a little dark.
When he came back to his senses, he found an old man standing in front of him.
He raised his head and observed.
The clothes are quite neat, but the matching is very weird, as if they were randomly pieced together by pulling one piece here and there. Maybe ten years from now, people will think this is a post-modern style, very avant-garde and fashionable, but now it gives people
It feels like there is only one - this is a beggar.
The old beggar stood in front of Chang Sheng, looking at him, silent, and just stretched out his right hand.
Chang Sheng looked around and saw that there were people around him, both stopped and walking, but it seemed as if he was the only one in the eyes of the old beggar. He stood in front of him and stretched out his hand to him.
Chang Sheng did not wave his hand to tell the old beggar to go away and not to disturb his thinking about life.
He just spread his hands to the man in front of him and said: "I only have two hundred and thirty-one pesetas in my whole body. But I can't give you this money, because I live on this little money myself."
There were many people around, some of them were walking in a hurry, some of them were walking leisurely, walking past Chang Sheng and the old beggar. But no one looked at them. Chang Sheng looked at them, and all these people were walking away with normal expressions.
They passed by without even squinting.
No matter how much Westerners value privacy, they can't keep their eyes open, right?
He felt strange.
But now is not the time to think about this. The beggar is still standing in front of him.
And it seems that he will not give up until he achieves his goal.
Chang Sheng looked at him again and saw the beggar staring at the bread in his hand, his eyes full of longing.
This is one of the Spanish staple foods, a baguette, about half a meter long. When he originally chose to buy this bread, he originally planned to eat half of it for lunch and leave the other half for dinner. As a person, he didn't even have two dollars in his pocket.
A person like this can only live so frugally. He doesn't even know where to go for tomorrow's three meals.
But now it seems that this dinner cannot be saved.
He sighed: "Okay, okay, I only took a few bites of this bread. If you don't mind, I'll break half of it for you."
The other party expressed no objection.
Chang Sheng carefully broke the loaf of bread into two halves.
The reason why he was careful was not to spill too many bread crumbs, and now he was not qualified to waste food.
He handed the half he hadn't bitten to the old beggar.
The beggar didn't refuse and took a big mouthful of it.
It looked like he was really hungry.
While biting the bread, the beggar sat down next to Chang Sheng.
Chang Sheng looked at this uninvited old man and suddenly felt very interesting.
There are so many people here, how did he find himself?
But to me, he is a stranger, and we may never meet him again in the rest of our lives.
Similarly, for him, he is also a stranger and will never have any interactions with him in the rest of his life.
After two months of struggling to pursue his dream, today he finally ran out of ammunition and food. Chang Sheng, who was a little depressed and hesitant, suddenly had a desire to talk. Isn’t the old beggar sitting next to him chewing bread a good listener?
?
He wanted to tell the old beggar a story, of course, not his story, but his brother's story.
"Hey, do you want to hear a story?" he asked the beggar next to him.
The beggar raised his head, and there were crumbs around his lips.
He carefully licked the crumbs in with his tongue, and then spoke for the first time: "Please speak."
"So you're not mute..." Chang Sheng rolled his eyes when he heard him speak.
Then he began to tell the story of his brother to this old beggar whom he had never met before.
It was really a legendary epic of pursuing dreams...
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PS, we will continue to ask for recommendation votes on Monday, so that we can move higher on the weekly recommendation list!
In addition, the outbreak is over, and the guaranteed update mode of two chapters per year will resume tomorrow. If there is an outbreak, I will notify everyone in advance. In addition, if the alliance leader is born, there will be temporary updates. However, I am in Zhuhai today and cannot access the Internet.
Conveniently, if there is a need to add more updates, please ask me to return to Chengdu... But I really don't feel embarrassed that there is still a situation where the leader of the alliance can add more updates...
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