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050 Come, listen to my story, it's very inspirational

After listening to Cao Zhiqiang's statement, the middle-aged policeman looked at each other and the young policeman who was busy writing notes.

After seeing the young policeman nodding and indicating that he had taken note of everything, the middle-aged male policeman asked again: "So, you used to be one of them? You know them all, right?"

"Yes!" Cao Zhiqiang nodded.

"When did you hang out with them?" the police asked again.

"When I was a freshman in high school." Cao Zhiqiang said.

"High school freshman?" The middle-aged male policeman raised his eyebrows, "Since you can pass into high school, your studies should be good, why do you still hang out with that group of people?"

"Because..." Cao Zhiqiang was about to say his lines according to the original plan, but he saw Yu Yuanyuan sitting aside.

It's not that Cao Zhiqiang has any thoughts about Yuanyuan, it's really not the case.

But Cao Zhiqiang suddenly remembered that he had deceived Yu Yuanyuan because of boredom, and some of the content was different from his originally planned lines.

Now Yu Yuanyuan has not left, she is here.

If he continues to follow the original content, it will be troublesome if Yu Yuanyuan is a straight girl and raises objections after hearing it.

If this is really the case, it is very likely that his previous efforts will be in vain!

Damn it, I'll make you want to talk!

Thinking of this, Cao Zhiqiang lowered his eyelids and remained calm on the surface. His brain was working rapidly. While thinking of a new story, he changed his mind temporarily and said: "Because, because...of course it's because of love."

"What?" The middle-aged policeman was stunned, "What the hell? Because of love?"

"That's right!" Cao Zhiqiang nodded, "The reasons for my fall are very complicated, but the cause is indeed love."

Speaking of this, Cao Zhiqiang sighed: "However, I don't know now whether it was considered love at the time. In short, the beginning of the matter was indeed because of a woman, or rather, it was because of a failed first love."

Immediately afterwards, Cao Zhiqiang told his rewritten inspirational story.

According to Cao Zhiqiang, “He was originally a child who was doing well in studies. Although he was a little naughty, he was not bad.

However, when he was a freshman in high school, he met a female classmate. She was so beautiful, especially her clear and beautiful eyes, which immediately struck a chord in his heart.

He wanted to see her every day when he went to school. As long as he saw her from a distance, he would be happy.

However, he did not have the courage to confess his feelings, so he could only inquire about the other party's information sideways.

One day, the girl left, transferred to another school, and never returned to school.

He was so devastated that he felt that the whole world had lost its color, and he no longer had the intention to go to school.

At that time, no one was there to enlighten him, because he only had one grandma at home, and his parents were both in Nanjing at the time.

Then, due to an accident, he heard someone saying bad things about his goddess. Feeling depressed, he had a conflict with the other person, started a fight, and injured the other person.

Because of the fight and his refusal to admit his mistakes, he was expelled from the school.

After dropping out of school, he began to wander the streets all day long, and then accidentally met Wei Dajun's group.

At first, he fought with them, but because he couldn't beat them, he joined them.

The one who had the same experience as him was Jin Xiuying, who was younger than him. Everyone was forced or tricked into it by Wei Dajun because they didn't know what to do or had nowhere to go.

However, after he joined the gang, he only followed them to eat, drink and have fun, and then followed behind to look out. He did not dare to do anything harmful to nature, because he was too timid to do anything.

In the past, he was just fooling around, and he didn't know what would happen in the future. He lived in a muddle every day while accepting the ridicule and contempt from the people around him.

At that time, he thought that this was it and he would never be a normal person again.

Just like that, while he was a gangster, his grandmother left, his father left, and finally, his mother also left, leaving only an adopted sister who was not related to him by blood.

By the way, he also has a sister, but she went to the junior college before he entered high school and couldn't help him at all.

Speaking of this, Cao Zhiqiang spoke in a low tone, lowered his head and said slowly: "I still remember, the day my mother left, my memory is a bit confusing. It seems that many people came, many people left, and many people said

A lot of words, but it seems like nothing was said.

I felt dazed, and I always felt that my mother was not dead yet, but that she had just traveled far away and would come back after a while.

But soon, I returned to reality and knew that all this was true, my mother was dead.

Then, I was in pain, sad, and didn't know where to go to relieve myself, so I took the money and went to Wei Dajun and others, and used the condolence money given to my mother to eat and drink with them.

On the surface, I didn't seem to have anything to do with it, but I was very happy. I even said that no one would care about me anymore and I would be free.

But in fact, only I know how uncomfortable I am and what I really think.

Yes, at that time, I wanted to go and die.

Because living is uncomfortable, it is better to die and be done with it.

After eating with that group of people, I found a place, put my belt on a branch, and wanted to hang myself there.

However, maybe I drank too much, and I failed several times, and finally fell to the ground.

I vomited for a long time and ran out of energy, so I lay on the ground and stared at the night sky in a daze.

I thought a lot, but I forgot what I was thinking about.

Suddenly, in the midst of extreme discomfort, I seemed to have an enlightenment.

Maybe the world is like this

Nothing will change for anyone.

I'm just a little guy on the road.

There is so much discomfort and pain.

No one has ever been able to tell.

In this world, I am just an insignificant speck of dust.

The world will not stop because of my sadness and sorrow.

I have been angry and sad.

I am not willing to be cowardly and want to fight in my own way.

I thought that was right, but who knows.

What I received was more ridicule and eye-rolling.

What can I do?

I can only lower my head, look forward to the day, and accept all the ridicules and eye rolls.

Only when you are running into the wind can you feel that you are embracing the rainbow.

Ahem...

Well, where did this come from?

Oh, right.

In short, I realized at that time that if I continued like this, sooner or later I would become like people like Wei Dajun, continue to sink, become a real scum and scum, and get happiness by hurting others.

to relieve my pain.

Until one day, my mother left me.

I'm at a loss and don't know the way forward.

In the boundless darkness.

The light of dawn suddenly broke through the darkness, lit up my heart, and broke all my fears.

Only then did I realize that I am still young, I still have a future, I still have a sister, and I am different from them.

My sister is so young and is still in elementary school. Even she is doing better than me. As an adult, what do I have to feel sorry for, complain about and give up?

What's more, my sister has no earning power. What will she do if I leave too?

Should he be sent to an orphanage and adopted again?

I can't do this, I have to cheer up and change my way of living!

So I no longer wanted to die.

So, after a night of epiphany, I got up and went home. The next day I cheered up and went to my parents' place of work, asking the factory director to take me in as a worker.

Only by doing this can I be a decent person openly and earn an income to support my sister and me.

In addition, maybe it is due to the change of enlightenment. I have a lot of things in my heart, and I always have the desire to talk them out.

No one said what to do?

I just write novels and poems, and then submit articles to magazines.

Then, they all published my articles and paid me a lot of royalties.

Especially the publication of a collection of poems has given me both fame and fortune.

Relying on the royalties from that book of poems, I instantly earned more than 90,000 yuan. Including the previous royalties, I have become a household worth 100,000 yuan.

And this is just the beginning, I will be even richer in the future.

That's right, this may be another village with hidden flowers and bright flowers.

I did not die, but became a literati and a poet.

From now on, I no longer have to worry about money and life.

Therefore, I want to love the world well, care about my family, and never want to take the past path again."

After hearing Cao Zhiqiang's sensational words, everyone present except Yang An'an and the middle-aged male policeman were very moved.

Especially Yu Yuanyuan's eyes were a little red, and her eyes looking at Cao Zhiqiang were gentler, obviously full of sympathy.

After a while, the middle-aged male policeman asked: "That is to say, you used to be with them, and then you broke away alone and went to work in the factory. Then, all the money they robbed you of."

It’s the royalties you earn from writing articles, right?”

"That's right." Cao Zhiqiang nodded, but he was a little wary.

Unexpectedly, he told so many sensational and inspirational stories, but the middle-aged policeman was not affected at all. He grasped the key points so quickly and was not brainwashed at all.

Sure enough, middle-aged people have no choice but to be deceived by inspirational stories?

"Is there any evidence?" the middle-aged male police officer asked, "I mean, how do you prove that you earned the money by writing articles?"

"Of course." Cao Zhiqiang took out a document bag that he had prepared long ago.

"Well, comrade police, what's inside is the reply letter that those magazines gave me before.

There was originally a remittance slip in the reply, but I basically withdrew the money, so the remittance slip was gone, but there was a payment receipt from the post office. You will know when you go to the post office and ask, many of them know me.

In addition, it also contains my bankbook and a real estate certificate.

If you go to the bank and ask, you will know that I made an appointment with them yesterday and just went to withdraw 50,000 yuan today. The purpose is to buy a house and for some other purposes.

This real estate certificate is new. It was just issued today. You can go to the housing authority and ask to find out whether it is genuine or not.

Of course, this only proves that I have more money.

And it is very simple to prove that I obtained the money legally.

You can call each one according to the magazine address on the envelope to inquire.

But those are just small amounts of money, and if you add them all up, they're only worth tens of thousands of dollars at best.

The real source of big money is a book.

In this way, when you go back, you can go directly to the Beijing headquarters of Poetry Magazine, find their editor-in-chief, and ask them if they have recently published a collection of poems for a person named Cao Zhiqiang, and also given him a sum of money.

A check for ninety-six thousand dollars will do."

"Ninety-six thousand yuan?" The middle-aged policeman who was opening the document bag stopped and asked in surprise, "How come there is so much money? Isn't that all the money you earned from publishing a collection of poems?"

"Of course it is, otherwise what is it?" Cao Zhiqiang said, "Moreover, this is just more than half a month's income from my poetry collection. In the future, there will be more. Preliminary estimates are that if the second batch sells well,

, I have to earn at least another two to three hundred thousand.

According to the current situation, it is estimated that the second batch of books will be sold out in less than a month.

That is to say, in another month, I can earn at least another two to three hundred thousand yuan in income from this book."

"This, this..." The middle-aged policeman was stunned.

"How can it be?

No matter how high the manuscript fee is, even if it is a hundred or even two hundred words per thousand words, a book cannot earn so much, right?

Let alone a collection of poems?

It’s unheard of for me to earn nearly 100,000 yuan from a book of poems, and then earn another 20 to 300,000 yuan later.

Even Mr. Ba Jin, one of his books is not as profitable as yours."

"Well, the issue of royalties is a commercial secret." Cao Zhiqiang smiled, "I signed a confidentiality agreement with the writer's publishing house, so I can't talk about it. Anyway, if you have any questions, just ask them."

"We will." The middle-aged policeman nodded seriously, "But what is the name of your poetry collection? Can you tell me?"

"Of course." Cao Zhiqiang smiled calmly, "The name of that poetry collection is "The Farthest Distance in the World."

"What?"

The middle-aged policeman had not said anything yet, and the young policeman who had been taking notes and had not spoken much could not help but speak up at this time.

""The longest distance in the world"?

That collection of poems was written by you?

So, "Seeing and Not Seeing" was also written by you?

You, are you a hadron? Are you the poet hadron?"

Cao Zhiqiang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded at the young policeman: "Yes, I am the Hadron, I am the Hadron, it is true."


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