May 4th is Youth Day, but for many young friends, this is just an ordinary day, so ordinary that they don’t even remember that this is their holiday.
8:55 am Beijing time.
America.
Liu Cong, 28 years old, is a young man.
In a certain high-rise building, he had just sent away several people from the advertising company and immediately sat down at his desk to write. For him, this night's work (jet lag) had just begun.
Beijing.
Ding Tao, 27 years old, is a young man.
Handing several company daily affairs documents to his assistant, he turned on the TV without stopping, then pulled out another document from a tall pile, and then lowered his head to deal with it.
Gui Luyang, 33 years old, is a young man.
In the driver's seat of the Passat, Gui Luyang put down the personnel information in her hand, turned around and took out a thermometer from the arms of her sleeping little daughter, looked at it carefully, then breathed a sigh of relief, showed a reassuring smile, and pulled out the thin quilt.
After covering her daughter, leaving a crack in the car window, she gently opened the car door and met Yuan Wu who was waiting outside.
Now every day is a new challenge for her, but what makes her most proud is that she can keep up with her child's growth rate.
Zhu Wei, 45 years old, is also a young man in the communications industry.
At this moment, he was standing at the reception gate of the Capital International Airport, watching the R&D personnel returning from the island country, walking towards him in high spirits, with a happy smile on his face - he finally lived up to the company's commission, and ZTE's self-developed smart base station was finally ready.
It worked.
"Dong~"
The sound of drums came, and Zhu Wei and everyone present quickly followed the sound and looked towards the big screen.
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Da Shuai Shuai, 23 years old, is a young man.
A general teacher at a primary school in a village in central Sichuan.
There was still some time before class started, and the young students in the classroom were looking at him excitedly, watching him play with an old TV.
"There is a picture, there is a picture!"
Amid the cheers, the sweaty handsome man quickly looked sideways at the TV.
"Dong~"
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Qingtian, 24 years old, is a young man.
In the quiet scientific research building, in the stairwell, I sat tiredly on the steps on a sunny day, holding a coffee cup in my hand, my eyes straight and unfocused.
9520 hours of experiments failed again and again. She didn't know how long she would persist. She didn't even know how long Zhao Song could sustain it.
After drinking the last sip of coffee, Qing Tian slowly stood up and walked to the laboratory.
Although 0.05 was successful, 0.01 is still far away. It turns out that this is cruel scientific research...
"Dong~"
When passing by the tutor's office, the sound of a drum stopped her in her tracks. A few minutes later, she saw herself on TV and burst into tears.
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At this moment, countless young people heard the sound of the drum intentionally or unintentionally.
On this morning, they were either working around their work or looking forward to a better day in their lives.
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"Dong~"
China Overseas Electronics Market.
Amidst the sound of drums, Zhao Song walked out of the office and, together with everyone in the mall, looked at the screen in the sky.
Looking forward to that... copywriting advertisement worth hundreds of millions!
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"Dong~"
After the drum beat, the snowflakes gradually disappeared.
In the picture, a white-collar beauty slowly walked closer.
The beauty was so beautiful that everyone who saw her felt astonished as never before.
Therefore, if we must give this white-collar beauty a name, her name is Bai Li.
"it's beautiful!"
Bai Li got closer and closer, until people could clearly see her flawless face, and there was a sound of admiration in Zhonghai Mall.
At this time, a low and magnetic male voice narrated slowly.
"You only smelled my perfume, but didn't see my sweat!"
Along with the narration, the screen switches.
Remember that summer?
In the dark Zhonghai warehouse, a gray-faced Bai Li took a memory stick and plugged it into a motherboard, plugged it in, plugged it in, plugged it in...
Outdoors, under the strong sunshine, the sweaty man was struggling to move against the bulky CRT monitor packaging.
"So handsome!" There was a praise!
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"You have your rules, I have my choices."
After the narration, the screen switches.
A plane soared into the sky, and countless smiling faces suddenly flashed across the sky: Lu Li, Dong Lingyun, Zhu Ye, Liu Cong, Pingping...
They are all related to Zhao Song, some went to study, some went to work, but what is certain is that one day, they will all come back and return to this land, because they promised!
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"You deny my present while I decide my future. You laugh at me for having nothing and not being worthy of love. I pity you for always waiting."
In the narration, the faint sound of drums came again, the picture switching speed became faster and faster, and more and more people appeared on the TV screen.
Xi Zi, who resists the bag, Liu, the mute who takes the test seriously, Gui Luyang, who walks hard, Sunny, who is attentive, and Yin Tian, who has a crazy face. In the picture, they are so young and energetic.
"You can despise our youth, we will prove whose time it is!"
Several huge factories suddenly flashed past, and the logos of Tesla, Shenzhou Technology, Wuming, Shanshi, Wesonic, and even ZTE appeared in front of everyone one after another.
At this moment, everyone understood that this was not an exclusive advertisement for Tesla, but for all struggling young people.
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"Dreams are destined to be lonely journeys, and there will be doubts and ridicules along the way!"
At this time, many middle-aged old men suddenly appeared. They were in suits and leather shoes, with disdain on their faces, and yelled at the young people in front of them.
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Standing in the middle of the sea, Shi Tong stared at the screen dumbfounded, with chills all over his body. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that the person who scolded him the third most exaggeratedly looked very similar to him. As for the first and second... one looked like Mr. Hua Shi.
The other is fantasy.
"Where can you find a special actor, that bastard?"
Looking at the intoxicated people around him, Shi Tong could only curse in his heart!
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"But, so what, even if you are bruised and bruised, you still have to live a beautiful life."
The drum beat became more intense, and the images on the TV continued to change.
Bai Li stood in the Yiren Club, the confident expression on her face was so intoxicating.
A handsome man with a dirty look stood on a dilapidated podium. Under the stage, left-behind children of different sizes were listening to the class attentively.
In the spacious and bright factory, countless young people wearing various work clothes, Tesla, Shenzhou, ZTE...
The camera flashed across their faces quickly, leaving people with serious and young faces.
The sound of the drums gradually faded away, and the picture gradually settled on a lonely small window - it was a small window with the light kept on all night, and it was the window of Ding Tao's single room in the Bureau of Correction.
In the Wutong Building, Ding Tao stared at the TV with red eyes, watching the TV screen suddenly switch to a large auditorium, where countless people stood up and applauded enthusiastically.
Amidst the applause, Zhao Song, who was wearing a suit and leather shoes, slowly walked onto the podium. Behind him, countless faces flashed:
Liu Cong, Yuanyuan, Yuan Wu, Song Guanyi, Yu Zhi, Sister Da Da, Xing Sheng, Sister Fang, Li Bowei, Captain Hong, Qin Hai, Xiao Wu, Chen Keyan, Wan'anhe, Cloudy Day, Sunny Day, Xizi, Li Yong, Da
Shuai Shuai, Bai Li, Lianshun, Gui Luyang, Shi Ming, Professor Zhou, Li Qiang, three college students...
The increasingly fast scenes clearly tell people that success is no accident. It is these people who have created the youngest and richest flower grower.
At this time, Zhao Song was already standing on the podium.
In Zhonghai, in Wutong Building, in the Capital Airport, in Huaqiangbei, Shenzhen City, in Beijing International Airport, and in countless places across the country, everyone is watching TV intently.
Looking at the richest man who slowly raised his head, clenched his fist, and punched forward fiercely.
"Bang~!"
The screen shattered and the narration sounded.
"I am Zhao Song, I speak for myself!"
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I am Zhao Song, I call myself a pioneer, and I speak for all young people.
Two years later, an army of one million engineers born in the 1980s was ready to go.
Ten years later, the hard-working and talented post-90s generation is about to enter the scene!