"Time waits for no one, it really waits for no one!" A loud voice sounded in the darkness, "What era is it now? The 1990s! The eve of great changes!
The furry bear is doomed, and we are standing on the edge of a cliff. The West is about to enter the Internet era, and the whole world is developing rapidly. I don't have time to take it slow, there are too many things that need to be changed.
If I can become a trendsetter of the times, I will attract the attention of the whole society. The media will rush to report on me.
I will be a well-known person, a business authority, and an idol star. I can carry out spiritual baptism for the people and point out a road to heaven."
ah......
Xiao Jinlang woke up suddenly, sweating profusely.
The train was still swaying and swaying forward. The vision was dim, and only the night lights in the carriage aisle were on. We were still far away from the imperial capital, and this long-distance train didn't even make it halfway.
The hard seat was too uncomfortable, so Xiao Jinlang asked the conductor and spent a little more money to finally get a hard sleeper ticket.
After ten o'clock at night, the fluorescent lights in the hard-sleeper carriage went out. Apart from a few coughs and children crying, the only sound was the collision of wheels and rails.
Xiao Jinlang finally fell asleep and didn't understand why he had nightmares. He couldn't sleep anymore and walked along the corridor of the carriage to the water room to wash his face.
But there was no water in the water room, but a pale face was reflected in the mirror of the water room.
The young man who was once a high-spirited young man has become particularly haggard in middle age. His hair is half black and half white, his cheeks are thin and sunken, and his eyes are staring blankly, lifeless.
"What's the point of living this half of my life?" Xiao Jinlang held the small table and chair in the aisle and slowly sat on it. He felt flustered and palpitated, and felt uncomfortable all over.
This is the price of years of hard work outside, and suffering from all kinds of illnesses. Xiao Jinlang's heart, liver, kidneys and stomach, few of his organs are still working normally.
"If I die now, how many people will remember me?"
After asking himself, Xiao Jinlang shook his head bitterly. In the past, he was very proud of his work. He always felt that he had exposed ugliness, punished darkness, and fought crime.
But......
A young man taught him a lesson.
“Economy, economy, economy, all problems are economic problems in the end.
Don't think that a good economy means you have money. Wealth is just a symptom of a developed economy.
A good economy represents order, prosperity and stability, and a complete social system that operates freely and can self-correct.
If the economy does not develop, the problems you expose will emerge one after another. If the economy does not develop, the so-called conscience and shame will become ridiculous.
Didn’t politics class teach you how to distinguish between primary and secondary contradictions? You think you are great, but in fact you have not grasped the key points at all. You are just trying to fix a headache and treat a sore foot, and you are just tinkering with it and becoming a paper framer."
Xiao Jinlang had a terrible headache. He held his head and made a miserable and painful sound. The sweat on his forehead fell in large drops. He wanted to roar and resist the young man who completely denied his twenty years of struggle.
"Comrade, comrade, how are you?"
Xiao Jinlang felt his shoulder being tapped. He looked up and saw several passengers surrounding him. The conductor came over in a hurry and helped him lie down on the berth.
Many people poked their heads around and said that he must be sick.
"I'm fine, I just feel a little uncomfortable." Xiao Jinlang waved his hand. He felt much more relaxed after lying down and declined the kindness of others.
An old man in his sixties sat up opposite the berth. He found a bottle of 'Huoxiang Zhengqi Water' from his small box and said, "Young man, you will inevitably get a headache and a fever when you go out. Drink some medicine and you will feel better."
Xiao Jinlang took the small medicine bottle and said with a wry smile: "I'm not young anymore."
The old man smiled and said, "You are younger than me. You seem to have a lot of things on your mind. What's the matter? I'll give you some advice."
Perhaps because of the complete stranger and his turbulent mood, Xiao Jinlang wanted to talk instead. He smiled bitterly and said: "I was taught a lesson by a real young man.
When I closed my eyes, the words that boy scolded me were in my mind. I was scolded so badly by him that I felt that I had accomplished nothing in the past twenty years of work."
The old man smiled and did not comment, but asked: "What does the young man do?"
"A smuggler."
"Oh, that's pretty cool."
"But he's not just engaged in smuggling. That guy is engaged in many things, starting companies, running businesses, and even getting land from the government to build houses."
"This young man is quite powerful."
"He mainly obtained a lot of foreign exchange somehow. Rumors say he has hundreds of millions of Hong Kong dollars in assets, so the local government has no choice but to indulge him."
"This young man has an unusual background and is inevitably a bit arrogant."
After chatting for a while, Xiao Jinlang felt better and asked the old man: "What do you do?"
"I'm from Wuhan. I retired and gave my job to my second oldest brother in the family. In some places, small factories need technical guidance, so I run around and earn some consulting fees. What about you?"
"I..." Xiao Jinlang always avoided talking about his official occupation and identity, "I got on the bus from Tianyang, where I went on a business trip."
"Tianyang." The old man was a little interested. "I heard that there is a company in Tianyang called "Shengguang Machinery" that hires engineering consultants at a high salary, with a monthly salary of one thousand. Is this possible?"
The old man said and took out a newspaper.
Zhou Qingfeng's advertising has now reached the provincial level media, and his influence is getting bigger and bigger.
Xiao Jinlang saw the job advertisement in the newspaper that was as big as dried tofu and felt very unhappy - why could he encounter something related to that bastard wherever he went?
"That's true." Xiao Jinlang really understood what the old man was asking about. He briefly described the recruitment requirements and benefits of 'Shengguang Machinery', and also confirmed that the monthly salary of one thousand yuan was not false.
The old man became excited and said, "I am getting too old and running around here and there is too much for me. If there is a private company that can afford a monthly salary of 1,000 yuan, I would really like to apply."
Xiao Jinlang was immediately stunned. He just responded casually and actually acted as a free publicist for Zhou Qingfeng.
The old man listened to Xiao Jinlang's detailed explanation, "Comrade, do you have anything to do with this 'Holy Light Machinery'?"
Does having a grudge relationship count?
Xiao Jinlang felt awkward. He didn't want to make a meaningless denial, so he could only nod and said: "It has something to do with it."
"Do you have a contact number?" the old man asked again.
Xiao Jinlang actually remembered it in his little black notebook. He reluctantly took out the notebook and opened it to see a business card - Zhou Qingfeng's.
Journalists all have the habit of collecting business cards. No matter good or bad, they can come in handy at critical moments.
This business card was given by Zhou Qingfeng himself. Xiao Jinlang said verbally that he would never return to Tianyang, but his professional habits made him keep the business card.
When he took out this business card, the old man immediately exclaimed: "Oh, the real person doesn't show his face. You have the business card of the president of 'Shengguang Machinery', so your relationship must be very unusual."
The relationship between wanting to send that bastard to jail is indeed unusual.
"We can't talk about it, we can't talk about it." Xiao Jinlang waved his hands quickly, as if this relationship was extremely unlucky.
"You're humble, you're humble." The old man also took out a small notebook, wrote down Zhou Qingfeng's number, and returned the business card with both hands.
The train happened to stop at the station it was passing by, and the mobile phone had signal.
The old man looked at his watch, shook his head and said: "Find a time tomorrow to call and ask. If this happens, I'd like to thank you. By the way, what's your surname, comrade?"
"My surname is Xiao." Xiao Jinlang responded, and then added, "The person surnamed Zhou travels around every day, so you can call him anytime."
"Really?" The old man didn't know if something had been touched, but he actually took out a mobile phone and started dialing.
Xiao Jinlang tried to stop him but was too late and suddenly felt that he was in trouble.
The call was answered quickly, and Zhou Qingfeng was still awake. The old man was engaged in precision casting of molds, and he had previously been engaged in engine casing casting at a state-owned enterprise in Wuhan.
This is definitely a high-end talent and will be particularly important thirty years from now. However, the treatment given to skilled workers in China has always been low, resulting in high-quality talents not seeking employment in this direction.
Zhou Qingfeng built a motorized tricycle, and the engine with a displacement of 50 milliliters was the most critical component. He listened and decided on the spot to set a monthly salary of 1,000 yuan for the old man who called, with a full set of benefits, including travel expenses.
The old man laughed happily and casually talked about how he was woken up in the middle of the night and good things happened to good people when he met him, so he immediately sold Xiao Jinlang.
Old Xiao wished he could slap himself a few times, but the old man smiled and handed over the mobile phone, "Comrade Xiao, you and Mr. Zhou really have a close relationship."
Zhou Qingfeng's voice came from the phone.
"Old Xiao, Xiao Jinlang, talk to me. Why are you, a grown man, so arrogant? You don't have to beat around the bush like this if you want to admit your mistake to me.
I just hate you literary people, you are so coquettish and act like pussies. Come to work quickly, I am about to make a big move."
"What tsundere? I'm warning you, kid, not to talk nonsense." Xiao Jinlang got angry, "I won't admit any fault with you. You are wishful thinking!"