If we say, who is the most famous farmer in China?
Oh, don’t talk about Chen Sheng, Wu Guang, Zhu Yuanzhang, Li Zicheng, I’m talking about contemporary times.
Oh, you may also say that Grandpa Yuan, who just celebrated his birthday, indeed, his rice has benefited thousands of Chinese people, and there is no objection to him being listed as the most famous farmer.
Don’t make money come too easily!
Fifty thousand US dollars may not be much to Heinwei, nor is it much to developed countries, but this is China in 1999, this is Shanghai in 1999!
According to the exchange rate of RMB against the U.S. dollar in 1999, 50,000 U.S. dollars was worth more than 400,000 yuan. Moreover, it only took ten days from recruitment to ranking. On average, within ten days
, Peng Bo's daily income is equivalent to about 5,000 US dollars, equivalent to 40,000 RMB. One day's income is equivalent to his salary of nearly four years.
This is definitely the first pot of gold in Peng Bo’s life!
"Forbes asked us to provide an address and they will remit the money soon." Putting down the phone, Peng Bo smiled at Heinwei and said that it feels good to make money, especially with Heinwei by his side.
It seems that this business model is a good business model and can indeed make money, but Peng Bo cannot see the end of it.
"Donald, you succeeded." Heinwei didn't value money. She just smiled and stretched out her hand to Peng Bo.
The two hands were tightly held together, but Peng Bo never wanted to let go of his hand. It was not until Heinwei pulled her hand back forcefully that he reluctantly let go.
move on!
"Let's go to the river and have a look."
Heyinwei turned around after hearing his words, and the way she suddenly looked back at the dimly lit place made Peng Bo shake his head gently. Well, thank you for being reborn and allowing me to meet you. This is a new world, a new world.
A new world slowly opened in front of me...
"Why are you laughing? Are you so happy?" Heinwei said
"Thank you for being so beautiful, thank you for Shanghai in 1999..." Peng Bo was a little incoherent, and his mood was still very surging at this time.
In Shanghai, China in 1998, the light show on the Bund could not be uniformly adjusted until October. Now it was pitch dark above the Shanghai River, with occasional lights flashing across the river. Peng Bo was feeling sorry for himself, but Heinwei was already shouting.
"Donald, look, it's lighted up!" She pointed to the river, and the lights on both sides of the Pujiang River suddenly shone like magic. The International Architecture Expo, the Jinmao Tower that is about to be completed, four bridges, and nearly 20 kilometers of coastline.
Hundreds of buildings were lit up one after another, and the buildings were brightly lit and the lanterns were on, colorful, brilliant and beautiful.
This is the debugging of landscape lights, but this splendor and brilliance met them inadvertently tonight!
Dangdang——
In the shadow of the oar lights, in the breeze of the river, the customs bell rang in the ambiguous night. Heinwei suddenly stopped and looked at Peng Bo seriously, "Donald, this is not a blank wolf, this is the butterfly effect.
The butterfly in Shanghai flaps its wings slightly, and the whole world will move..."
Will the world move? Peng Bo doesn't know. He only knows that in the next few days, he will receive more than a dozen emails in his mailbox, including Fortune, Business Weekly, The Economist, and Financial Times.
, "The Times"...are actively contacting him.
Some were enthusiastic, some were solemn, and some had a positive attitude. Reading these letters in English made him feel elated.
Master Jiang Yiying took a look at his nymphomaniac look, but thought he was immersed in the manuscript, but the phone on the desk rang seven or eight times in the morning, all calling Peng Bo, all from a foreign girl.
"Can an interview create an exotic relationship?" Jiang Yiying shook her head. This city is changing too fast, and people's attitudes towards love and marriage are also changing.
"Can we stop calling? My master has an opinion." Peng Bo hurried to the red house before getting off work at noon, which made his master Jiang Yiying want to say a few words, but he opened his mouth and swallowed the words.
.
"Eat Western food at the Red House". It was here that many people in Shanghai came into contact with authentic Western food for the first time. It was also Zhang Ailing's favorite Western restaurant. It once became synonymous with old Shanghai in Zhang Ailing's works, but it itself was just a building.
Ordinary pink building.
"Old Tie, can you please let me stop? I still have a manuscript in hand, and the editor-in-chief is waiting to see it." Peng Bo got off the bus, sweating profusely again.
"There is no way, they can't find you, they are all contacting me, some bids are higher than Forbes, up to 80,000 US dollars." Heinwei seemed to appreciate his embarrassed look, "You decide, in the end
Which one to work with?”
"Forbes, there's no doubt about it." Peng Bo didn't even think about it. He wanted to make money, but he didn't want to get rich overnight. Such sudden wealth will destroy a person if he is not determined. "Forbes is sincere. They
The most positive of all the media that received the fax."
Heinway looked at him and gently pushed a money order in front of him, "This is Forbes' remuneration, fifty thousand US dollars."
Peng Bo looked at her and then at the money order on the table. He picked it up gently. The money order was very light, but he felt heavy.
"Old Heinwei, do you know "Water Margin"?" Peng Bo used the money order in his hand as a fan to cool himself down.
"I know, the story of 05 men and 3 women." Heinwei thought for a moment and suddenly seemed to have a sudden realization.
Which old man translated Chinese classics like this? Peng Bo couldn't help but want to greet his mother, but it was almost the same. This world is originally a story of men and women.
"Whether it's a man or a woman, here we are drinking heavily, eating meat, and weighing gold and silver."
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Take a stroll west on Nanjing Road, and when you accidentally turn right, you will be greeted by a dense collection of restaurants and specialty delicacies.
Butterfly puff pastry from International Hotel Cake House, seafood sashimi from Emperor Pavilion, crab meat and meat soup dumplings from Jiajia Soup Dumplings, roast duck from Laitianhua, drunken crab and drunken shrimp from Cantonese Restaurant...
The Yellow River Road brings together Hong Kong-style Cantonese cuisine, fresh seafood, and northern and southern flavors. It has captured half of the taste buds of Shanghainese people and is a well-deserved gourmet landmark of Shanghai.
Restaurants and restaurants are lined up one after another, billboards line the streets, and neon lights line up in rows. Restaurants of all sizes are busy with business, brightly lit, bustling with people, and busy with traffic.
The taxi drove slowly on this short street. As long as you have been here, what is left in your memory is your own taste, and the taste is your own life.
Amao Stew, the big vertical and banner signs are very eye-catching.
"Children, sit down in a row and let's divide the fruits together. One for you and one for me. Hey, none of them came, leaving one for him."
Peng Bo was in a good mood and hummed a children's song casually. When he saw them coming in together, ten people who were talking and laughing stood up together. Looking at the two people's closeness, many people communicated mysteriously and ambiguously with their eyes, while the faces in the seats stood up.
Ning is not here.
The girl from Shanghai had her hair permed. She pulled Lu Yusen affectionately and said something, but her eyes were looking at Peng Bo with a smile.
The food was served very quickly. Peng Bo took out more than a dozen red envelopes and handed them to everyone personally, "Thank you for your hard work. Thank you for your hard work."
"Thank you Mr. Bang."
"Thank you Mr. Bang."
…
A classmate joked with Peng Bo, and Heinwei's eyes were smiling like crescent moons. Master Bang, Master Bang?
"Ten days of hard work, you deserve it," Peng Bo said with a smile, "Come on, for our successful cooperation, I would like to toast everyone, heers!"
"heers!"
Everyone raised their glasses and said, "Allah is willing." The girl from Shanghai looked at Yan Ning and raised her hand first.
Peng Bo looked at her with a smile. He suddenly felt that this girl looked like Zeng Li when he was young.
"I am willing too." Someone said, "But since we are students now, will it delay our studies?"
"You can work part-time, and the next list won't take up too much of your time.