Lying in bed, Wang Hai went over and over again, but couldn't fall asleep. It's summer vacation now, and he will go back to school for another 20 days or so. After returning, he will start a one-year internship. He has nothing to do with his family, so he can only
Accept the 850 yuan monthly work internship arranged by the school.
Wang Hai's major is known as one of the most fucked up majors - accounting.
This makes Wang Hai very worried. You must know that although the school he is in is very famous, it is because the school has very strict graduation requirements-divided into four levels of graduation certificates: A, B, C and D. Last year, there were more than 6,000 graduates in the school.
There are less than 700 people with Grade C and above, and the rest all have Grade D diplomas. Some people jokingly say that only those with Grade C or above are considered graduates, and the rest can only be regarded as dropouts. However, the graduation results are in the middle.
, 70% of which come from the results obtained during the internship.
In society, all employers are vying for graduates with Grade C or above, and their basic salary is more than 3,000, while the basic salary of Grade D graduates is only 850, which cannot exceed 1,200.
Do you really want to join an ordinary small company and get a D-level diploma?
Wang Hai sat up all of a sudden, no, I am not willing to accept it, why can others get such good results, but I can only get a D-level diploma.
He picked up his phone and looked at the time. It was already three o'clock in the morning, but he could still hear his parents talking in the other room. For his work, not only was he anxious, Wang Hai clearly felt that his parents were a little more worried.
Strands of white hair.
Really unable to sleep, Wang Hai began to think about his own way out. But after rummaging through his head, Wang Hai couldn't think of a good solution, and his head was spinning.
"Hey..." With a sigh, Wang Hai lay down again, looking at the small plastic ceiling fan that was still spinning, and began to get lost in thought. His eyes were straight, feeling unwilling, helpless, tired, and anxious.
Should I just give up like this? Wang Hai tortured himself in his heart, thinking about his parents' already slightly old appearance, could he earn a salary of less than 2,000 for the rest of his life, rely on his parents to buy a house, and let his parents live on their meager pension?
A life of poverty.
No! My parents have raised me for more than 20 years, and I am already 23 years old this year. After finishing college, I will be 24 years old. It’s time for me to be independent, and it’s time for my parents to start enjoying themselves. Even the little crow knows how to feed back.
Not to mention a smart human being, not to mention a grown man with sound limbs. His parents only have a son, so he must think about his parents no matter what.
Wang Hai grabbed his hair and started rolling on the bed again. In the hot summer and with the anxiety inside, Wang Hai seemed to feel a fire burning in his chest and abdomen, and quickly spread to his whole body, trying to burn him.
Burned to ashes.
The next day, early in the morning, Wang Hai sat on the top of the mountain, looking at the magnificent sea three miles away in front of him, and the anxiety in his heart slowly subsided.
Like many children who grew up by the sea, Wang Hai also has a wish. One day he can have his own boat, sail out to sea, and fight freely in this vast ocean. But the reality is like a steel cable on the Sutong Bridge.
, firmly tied Wang Hai to the land.
Wang Hai's home is on the outskirts of the city, or to be more precise, in a newly developed rural area, which is far away from the city center.
If you have a good boat, you can make a living by fishing, but a fishing boat costs more than 100,000 yuan, and all the procedures cost nearly 200,000 yuan. This is just the worst fishing boat. If you add various facilities,
Various insurances and the like, and recruiting a few helpers...
Sigh... Thinking of this, Wang Hai sighed again. His family simply couldn't afford the money. Besides, fishing often resulted in losses. Sometimes after going out for seven or eight days, he would finally find that he had lost money.
No money was earned, not to mention the hidden costs of ship loss.
From early morning until dusk, Wang Hai returned home for dinner. Looking at his parents with forced smiles in front of him, as well as his slightly gray hair and wrinkles on his face, Wang Hai felt like his heart was being cut.
After dinner, Wang Hai went online in his hut, checking various job search websites, and chatted with his classmates on QQ for a long time, each other feeling very distressed. Finally, until eleven o'clock in the evening, Wang Hai
I had to be disappointed and lay down exhausted.
From three o'clock in the morning to now, Wang Hai didn't sleep a wink. His brain was tired after another day of work, and he finally fell into a deep sleep.
That night, Wang Hai had a long, long dream. In the dream, Wang Hai transformed into a monk named Wang Yan. He started as a small casual cultivator and finally grew into a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator.
However, in the end he failed to overcome the tribulation and had to turn to the practice of loose immortality. In order to cope with the tribulation of loose immortality once in a thousand years, Wang Yan, like all the loose immortals, began a crazy "sweeping trip."
Qi stage monks or advanced Nascent Soul stage monks, whether it is exercises, elixir prescriptions, formations, or magic weapon refining methods, as long as they don't have it, they will find a way to get it. If you can change it, change it, if you can't, grab it.
, hit sap.
However, as the old saying goes, God is watching what people do. In the end, because of too many killings, Wang Yan’s first Immortal Tribulation turned out to be heaven’s punishment. Under heaven’s punishment, Wang Yan believed that he would not be able to survive.
Before descending, Wang Yan burned all his insights and memories into a special jade slip and threw it into his storage ring.
But Wang Yan did not accept his fate. To practice, he had to fight against heaven and earth. Wang Yan still struggled to resist the punishment from heaven, trying to fight for the slim chance of life under the great road. A large number of magic weapons were overwhelming to block the punishment from heaven.
Before and finally, even the elixirs and so on in the storage ring were thrown out.
Helplessly, the final blow was so strong that even cracks in space appeared. With a crackling sound, Wang Yan disappeared from this world, along with the almost empty storage ring.
Wang Hai slept very hard that night and didn't get up until 8 o'clock in the morning. His parents had already gone to work. But Wang Hai lay on the bed and began to think hard about his dream last night. The dream was nearly two thousand years old, and the meaning in it was
Everything was as clear as if I had experienced it myself, even the exercises and so on were clearly remembered.
Is it true?! Wang Hai was startled by his own thoughts. Then he was overjoyed. If it was true, would he be able to record all these exercises?
Just do it if you think of it. Since I have nothing to do now, I will quickly record these exercises while I am awake. You must know that there are not only exercises, but also many elixirs and methods for refining magic weapons.
Huh? Just as Wang Hai was about to get up, he felt a cold object next to his face, like a piece of ice. This was summer, where could such a cold object come from?
Wang Hai turned around and was stunned immediately!
Ring! It’s the ring I dreamed about last night!
Huh? Why is the bedside broken?
But why is the broken gap on the bedside so familiar? Isn't this the shape that finally appeared in the space crack?
Looking at the ring, then at the gap on the bedside, and then thinking about his dream at night, Wang Hai suddenly had a terrible suspicion. Could everything in the dream be true?
Look at the storage ring. The ring is made of silver-gray metal material, with a green semicircular bead five millimeters in diameter inlaid on it. It looks like the finest jadeite. It feels cold in the hand and is covered in the palm of the hand.
For a full minute, there was still no warmth at all.
Wang Hai was feeling nervous, excited, hopeful, timid and other emotions mixed together at this time.
Cruelly, Wang Hai picked up the fruit knife next to him, stabbed the index finger of his left hand hard. Regardless of the heartbreaking pain, Wang Hai smeared his blood on the ring, his eyes full of hope, this is
At this time, the only solution Wang Hai could think of was.
In Wang Hai's expectant eyes, the ring absorbed all the blood. Wang Hai was immediately overjoyed. It's true! It's true!
However, Wang Hai soon began to frown. The blood was obviously not enough, and the ring actively absorbed the blood. His left hand had completely lost its color, but the ring had not stopped yet.
Seeing that his forearm was starting to turn white, Wang Hai began to panic. He shook it hard, only to find that the ring was firmly stuck to his left index finger.
I couldn't shake it off, so I pulled it with my right hand. The fingertips of my left hand hurt when I pulled it, and I just couldn't get it off.
Staring fiercely at the ring stuck to his finger, Wang Hai picked up the fruit knife again with his right hand, a hesitant look flashing in his eyes.
Finally, I still can’t make up my mind, so I’ll wait a little longer, wait another ten seconds, and if it still doesn’t stop, then throw away the ring. The worst I can do is lose the pad of my left index finger. It won’t grow back, and it just hurts, right?
.However, Wang Hai was reluctant to throw away the storage ring in his dream.
Although the storage ring in the dream was almost empty, with almost nothing left. But Wang Hai couldn't bear to throw it away just because of this storage ring. Not to mention, a jade slip inside recorded that
All the memories and insights of the famous Sanxian. Although my memory is very clear now, and I can still remember the exercises in my dreams clearly, but there are so many things. If I had to write them with both hands, it would probably take ten years to write them.
If you don’t finish it, most of the things will have been forgotten by then.
Ten seconds passed quickly, but the ring didn't respond at all.
Wang Hai's right hand holding the fruit knife began to tremble. Give up? Or hold on for a while?
Thinking of his current situation and the tired figures of his parents, Wang Hai's expression changed for a while, and finally he threw the fruit knife to the ground.
"It's a gamble!" Wang Hai gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tightly.
Time gradually passed, and Wang Hai could clearly feel his weakness. Several times, Wang Hai wanted to peel off the storage ring. But thinking about the huge price he had paid, he was reluctant to part with it. Wang Hai kept thinking in his heart.
Struggling, if this continues, he will die, but he is unwilling to give in.
With trembling right hand, I picked up the phone and dialed the number 120, placing my thumb on the dialing key.
In Wang Hai's struggle, after half an hour, Wang Hai finally felt something strange in his left hand. He reluctantly opened his eyes and was pleasantly surprised to find that the storage ring had turned into a ball of light, hidden on the joint at the root of the index finger of his left hand.
. completely disappeared, and no trace could be seen anymore. At the same time, I vaguely felt a large space on my left index finger, as if I could completely control it.
Successfully, Wang Hai smiled weakly, but at this time, Wang Hai was already extremely weak and had lost too much blood, which put Wang Hai on the verge of coma.
You can't fall into a coma! Wang Hai understands very well that if he falls into a coma at this time, he will probably never wake up again.
Reluctantly, he typed 120: "Binhai City South District, Lushui Community, Building 2, Unit A, Room 301 on the third floor. The patient has lost excessive blood and has type A blood."
After making the call, Wang Hai felt dizzy and his eyes turned black.
Lying on the bed, Wang Hai felt his violently beating heart, trying to calm down his mood, trying to be calm, breathing heavily, and after accumulating a little energy, he reluctantly got up, held on to the wall, walked to the door, opened the door, and then
He just lay on the ground like this, trying hard to keep his eyes open, not even daring to blink, for fear of falling into coma.
In the daze, and he didn't know how long it took, Wang Hai finally heard a sound of footsteps coming from the corridor, and then saw several nurses in white coats appearing, holding emergency small oxygen bottles in their hands. After that,