Time flies... it flies very fast. The next day comes in the blink of an eye.
October 5th, early morning, is another crisp autumn day.
When Uncle Lu's radio in the security hall rang on time, a small table was set up at the door of a club as usual.
An ordinary breakfast of millet porridge, steamed buns, and pickles made Zhao Song, Xiao Yu, and Xi Zi eat deliciously.
"You came back yesterday?"
Nod.
"Uncle, did aunt leave early enough?" Xizi asked again as she picked up another steamed bun.
Zhao Song nodded, picked up the bowl and took a sip of millet porridge, and then said: "Because of my affairs, the business of several of their witnesses was delayed, and I complained a lot."
"Don't the leaders need to be the witness?"
"Pfft~" Xiaoyu laughed on the side.
Zhao Song gave her a helpless look and then said, "I am famous in the Oilfield Family Courtyard."
"Mother is more valuable than her son?"
"Shit! When a wedding witness gives a TPOD to the newlyweds, everyone rushes to let them go."
Xizi was stunned and opened her mouth not knowing what to say.
Xiaoyu cheerfully added a large piece of chopsticks to him and brought him back to his senses.
"Brother, I went to the club to tutor in English."
"Go ahead and try to use English when communicating with those brothers and sisters."
Xiaoyu nodded, greeted Lianshun who was squatting aside, and walked towards Youjia Club.
It wasn't until the club door closed again that Xizi turned around and said, "Zhao'er, Yonghe is almost turning into a red light district. At ten o'clock in the evening, the streets are full of gorgeous ladies and aunties."
Zhao Song curled his lips and said, "It's none of my business."
"It was your idea that made it develop there!"
After drinking the last mouthful of millet porridge, Zhao Song said seriously: "Yuetan Hotel, Wusheng Road, and Yong'an area! These three places are the largest red light districts within the third ring road of Kyoto. Does anyone care about them?"
Zhao Song remembered that these three places were still there 10 years later.
Xizi's train of thought was led astray by him, and he looked at the master and asked: "Which place has high quality?"
"Yuetan, blond and blue-eyed ocean horse! 800!"
"It's expensive." Xizi smacked her lips, "It's equivalent to one month's salary of an ordinary person."
"Do they serve ordinary people?" Zhao Song rolled his eyes at him, then seemed to think of something and said quickly: "Just stay away from me after eating. I won't be with men today."
"As if I'm happy to be with you!" Xizi replied angrily, and then asked: "Why?"
"Today is the Double Ninth Festival!" Zhao Song scratched his hair tangledly, "Although I don't want to distort our nation's great festival, I can't get over this hurdle in my heart!"
"Why?" Xizi yelled.
“Yin is female, yang is male, and Double Ninth Festival is two males!”
"Isn't this explanation a bit far-fetched?"
"It's not far-fetched." Zhao Song frowned and looked at the newspaper on the table, "Why else would I taste chrysanthemums during the Double Ninth Festival?"
"..."
For a long while, Xizi looked at Zhao Song with an irritated expression, and then at the big rice bowl on the table. If he wasn't afraid of Xiaoyu complaining, he really wanted to slap it on Zhao Song's face!
"Let's go! Stay away from this bastard."
"Woof~"
………
On the way to Zhonghai, Zhao Song deliberately spared a short section of the road.
The negotiation with SOD last night was not successful. After listening to Takahashi Masaya's explanation in the morning, Zhao Song didn't say much.
After returning home, he no longer felt like he was being watched all the time. Zhao Song's heart also settled down. Naturally, he no longer had that sense of urgency. Business negotiations cannot be done overnight, so take your time.
I drove to the edge of the west gate of Beijing University. In addition to the urban village correctional bureau where Marshal Zhu lived, there is also the Beijing University Resource Hotel. There is a sign on the fourth floor with two big characters: Qiandu.
He was an undoubted genius. Li Niuren, who had a patent for "Hyperlink Analysis", was looking forward to starting a business with US$1 million, but was forced to pay US$1.2 million.
Zhao Song knew that, with the addition of this company, from then on the Peking University Internet network was all the way ahead of the Huaqing University network.
Of course there are some from Huaqing, just like the Feng Jun and Feng Wukuai that Zhao Song wanted to fight against.
He walked into the store carrying the keyboard and computer case. He smiled at every boss and repeated the same words: "Really, I'll earn you five yuan, and you'll be refunded and replaced."
Then, he got the title of Feng Wukuai, and then established Citigroup Information, with a well-known brand under his name - "Patriot".
And what he started is the Zhonghai Electronics Market, which can be said to be a mixed bag of good and bad, and it is the most down-to-earth vitality of Zhongguancun.
"Circle?" Zhao Song smiled self-deprecatingly, started the car and drove towards Zhonghai.
"I'll just watch how you mess around!"
…………..
The time has come to ten o'clock in the morning. Because of the Golden Week, the booming electronics business has blocked Dianhai West Road with heavy traffic.
This place is a microcosm of the country's development. Countless experts, scholars, graduate students and media workers have published papers and drafts that have made them famous through their research on the development here.
Lao Shui squatted in a corner near Zhonghai with an old look on his face. Next to him, a man who looked like a reporter was listening to him with a tape recorder.
I believe no one can tell how many people Zhongguancun supports. From IT industry giants to those who distribute flyers to websites; from company bosses who drive big cars to delivery workers riding flatbed trucks; from buying land and building houses for real estate
They are begging for nothing to share the counter. These people are all people living in Zhongguancun. But there is a kind of people who also live in Zhongguancun, but no one regards them as people from Zhongguancun. They are - Nianke.
The life of Nianke is extremely simple, because what they do every day is to stand on the street no matter how windy or rainy it is, saying the same thing to people of all ages: "Brother (sister), do you want to watch the software? Games,
VCD, compressed movies. Assemble a computer? What accessories should I buy?" If someone shows a little bit of interest, then they will be very enthusiastic to take you for a short distance, and their task will be completed after you arrive.
Lao Shui is one of those sticky customers.
"The eldest is in high school, and the second is in the second year of junior high school. Now the whole family is relying on me to support them!"
"Let's not talk about the police and urban management. We can only hide from this. We also know that this is not a serious job. But I wonder why the security guards beat and scold us. Don't they all come to live in Beijing?
……..”
Lao Shui looked at the young man who was getting closer and suddenly stopped talking, showing an embarrassed expression.
"Master Shui, why don't you say anything anymore?" the man who looked like a reporter asked quickly, and then turned back following Lao Shui's gaze.
"Zhao Song?!" the reporter shouted in surprise.
Zhao Song nodded, "Hello, reporter?"
Seeing the middle-aged man nodding, Zhao Song pointed at Lao Shui happily and said to him: "Look at how pitiful he is. Do you believe me when I say he earns at least ten thousand or twenty thousand a month?"
Lao Shui lowered his head and did not dare to say a word. Zhao Song, under the disbelieving gaze of the middle-aged reporter, continued: "Nianke, in addition to selling CDs and fake invoices, they also have a name - solicitors. They solicit customers whenever they see them.
If you want a computer, go to the counter that sells computers, and if you want a printer, go to the counter that sells printers..."
"Because of them, and some profiteers, Zhongguancun has gained a bad reputation, and Dianhai West Road has been called a scammer's street by many people!"
Having said this, Zhao Song pointed at Lao Shui and said: "They are organized, and behind this person is Pengcheng Technology Group! The company that repeatedly hypes memory and harms the interests of consumers!"
Finally, Zhao Song knelt down under the shocked gaze of the middle-aged reporter, smiled at Lao Shui, who looked like an honest man, and said, "Ask Li Pei, do you feel good about losing three secondary dealers?"