Without pretentiousness, Peng Bo now has three mobile phones.
Whenever he is in the club, three mobile phones are ringing in turn, and he will become the focus of the whole society. Even when meeting these rich people on the list, it is very common for three mobile phones to beeping at the same time, which often makes him
Too annoying.
Why did dual-SIM and dual-standby become available only a few years later? The technology hadn’t developed there yet, and he could only endure the torture of ringing phones.
Throughout the 1990s, in Peng Bo's memory, the fastest train speed was less than 100 kilometers per hour. "Traveling is difficult and slow" was his biggest feeling at the time.
Therefore, every time he went on a business trip in later generations, he would choose to travel by plane. He no longer wanted to recall the green train, or the mixed smell of toilets, instant noodles and feet.
Watching the newly built Nanhe Leather Shoe City flying away from the window, Peng Bo felt lost. This green train took two full days from Qinwan to Shanghai, unlike later high-speed trains, which only took six hours.
Already.
He deliberately chose a seat by the window and looked at the green train coming towards him - twenty years later, it has become a memory of the times. At this time, the bad memories of that year were slowly fading.
.
The train window glass was gray, and the surface of each carriage looked very dilapidated. The iron sheets around the windows were rusty. It was summer, but the carriages of this green train were covered with a thick layer of black kerosene.
Along with the noise in the green train carriage, the slowly moving scenery outside the carriage is also full of a different kind of fireworks. The unhurried and unhurried style of the late 1990s made Peng Bo feel a little warm.
calm.
I remember that Xu Xiaoping, a later generation, said in a newspaper: "Those who board the train of history are the darlings and darlings of this era, and they are the ones who realize the value of life. And those who worry, wait and see, and wander around may be the outcasts of this era."
"
So during this trip to Shanghai, will I become the pride and darling of the times? If I button the first button wrong, I will button all the next buttons wrong. So you must do the first thing well.
He turned around and looked around. There weren't too many people on the train. The university's semester was only a month away. As a small station for both passengers and freight, the train passing through Nanhe Station was not busy.
However, he is already on the train. His mother must be worried. His younger sister Peng Bing will cry when she wakes up and cannot find her. Father, thinking of his father, Peng Bo feels a pain in his heart. He is as big as a mountain in his heart.
Heavy father...
You're doing this yourself, right? He sighed and looked at the green cornfield outside the window.
"Is it really cruel to leave, or is it shameful to be gentle?
Or it doesn't matter if you are lonely, no matter what day or night you are
Is it really dangerous ahead, or would betrayal be considerate?
Or maybe it's easier to escape, just talk about the wind and blow the sand..."
He slowly turned around, and this familiar song came from someone's small tape recorder. Well, it quite suited his mood at this time.
He looked at the two people opposite him. A pretty girl who looked like a student was looking at him. Seeing him looking at her, she hurriedly looked away. A man next to the girl was sleeping with a newspaper spread on his face, making it difficult to see clearly.
Age and gender.
oh!
When he turned his head, he was startled. A foreign woman wearing a light yellow short-sleeved shirt was sitting next to him. She had long red hair and fair and delicate skin.
He couldn't help but take another look. Although the sky outside the window was dark, her skin was still so white that it glowed, her facial features were exquisite, and her eyes were deep. She was the kind of beauty that made people fall for her at just one glance. She blocked everyone else as soon as she appeared.
feeling.
Well, it seems that he is not that old either, so he should be on par with himself and the girl across from him.
Seeing him looking at her like this, the foreign girl smiled and nodded to him, plugged in the earphones, and following the lingering sound from the earphones, he could tell that what the girl heard was Pingtan, yes, it was Pingtan.
He couldn't help but laugh at himself. Some young people in China still like their own national quintessence, but foreigners regard it as a treasure.
"Ahem——"
A coughing sound opened the newspaper on his face, and a face with long hair and two small eyes was revealed from behind the newspaper. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, and his eyes fell on the foreign girl's face, and then turned to look
Looking at the Chinese girl next to me, she smiled and said, "But I kicked my stool and had a good sleep, and there are two more little ones around me."
He smiled so hard that his little eyes narrowed, and he looked at Peng Bo again, "What do you think I'm doing? I have flowers on my face?" He looked like he was laughing, and although his tone was teasing, it was still audible.
It shows his dissatisfaction, but this kind of ridicule is kind-hearted, which really makes people not angry.
"Still looking, still looking, look at Xiaoman." He winked and glanced at the foreign girl. Seeing his frivolous look, the Chinese girl slowly moved towards the aisle and kept a distance from him.
"Look," but he found that Peng Bo was still looking straight at him. He smiled so much that his teeth and dimples were exposed, his eyes narrowed to a slit, and he stretched out his hand in front of Peng Bo.
"Isn't it a waste that you don't even look at such a beautiful little man? Oh, I remembered, you, you are Jiang Xian's nephew, right? Peng Changyuan, director Peng, is your father?"
"Brother Huang."
"Call me uncle. Your second uncle and I are brothers, so you should also call me uncle." His little eyes flashed, "Forget it, let's talk about it. You can call me brother." Later generations will say that he is
His emotional intelligence is off the charts, soaring to the sky, especially the part where he smartly confronts Cai Kangyong at the Golden Horse Awards. It’s a classic anytime I watch it.
Sure enough, when he saw the calm expression on Peng Bo's face, he thought he was angry and immediately demoted himself, "Well, we are not much different in age. From now on, we will be called Brother Huang."
"Brother Huang, where are you going?" The Chinese girls on the side turned their heads when they saw the two people becoming friends in an instant.
"Huhai, where else can we go by taking this train?" Huang Bo said with a straight face, "Unlike your uncle, I have the skills and customers. My shoe factory has to find its own way."
Peng Bo smiled, and he almost told him that if he remembered correctly, you had been a bar singer and formed a band, and now it was time for you to open a leather factory. By the way, you didn't play "Crazy" now.
"The Stone", you are not a five-billion-dollar actor, people now call you "Mr. Huang".
However, if your shoe factory does not last long, it will close down this year.
"You also go to Shanghai, Dabo. You have a lot of tricks. You can tell hundreds of workers to retreat with just one mouthful. You are like a soldier who can defeat a million soldiers with one sword."
"I don't dare to take it. Brother Huang, you are the best." Peng Bo said sincerely.
"I'm so good, I almost made a fool of myself on Nanhe Street," Huang Bo laughed. He was not an actor at this time. He was still talking about leather shoes in business. "These days, it's too difficult to get a loan, and the leather shoe business is difficult."
It’s crazy to do it.”
Crazy? Oh, crazy leather shoes, no, it should be "Crazy Stone"!
But it’s no wonder that in 1998, the Asian financial crisis, inflation and the collapse of rural foundations, as well as the floods that ravaged the south, our country survived three monstrous crises, and both monetary and policy tightened. In that year, Pan Shiyi’s Sohu
In the end, it was not that Modern City didn't get a single loan. The bank president directly told him that he would not lend money to private enterprises.
"They will regret it." Peng Bo said with a smile, but his tone was very firm. If twenty years later, they knew that the person standing in front of them asking for a loan was the future 5 billion movie king, what would they think?
"Regret?" Huang Bo laughed, "Now I regret opening a shabby shoe factory." After getting on the train and leaving Nanhe, he felt a sense of relief that he had never experienced before. Huang Bo could scold her whenever he wanted, and complain as much as he wanted.
Complain.
His eyes were on the foreign girl opposite. The girl raised her head and smiled politely at him, which made Huang Bo feel happy.