In April, when it turns warm and cold, the insects chirp quietly in the dead of night.
Study room on the second floor.
Huang Mingzhe sat alone at his desk, closing his eyes and thinking about some arrangements for the future.
This era is the best of times and the worst of times.
Science has been pushed into a corner, business and capital have flooded the entire society, and the carnival of entertainment is consuming the rationality in human hearts.
Actors can earn hundreds of millions just by posing, and scientists have worked hard all their lives, but most of them have mediocre incomes or even poverty.
How many young girls regard the so-called star as their goal in life and long to shine on the stage? How many scientific researchers are despised and laughed at? How many people think that reading is useless.
At the most critical moment for Chinese civilization, who stood up and carried forward with a heavy burden, thinking of sacrificing their lives for justice?
They are the selfless workers! They are the farmers facing the loess! They are the soldiers who fight bloody battles!
There are countless unknown heroes who sacrificed their lives and blood to save the nation! They may be doctors and nurses, teachers and students, or businessmen and workers...
The bloody battles of the martyrs gave us today’s hard-won foothold. They are the steel backbone of this civilization.
Not those clowns, those shameless people who hold billions of wealth but flee in panic in times of crisis.
We cannot share wealth and adversity, but we keep talking high-sounding words, consuming the public again and again, and inducing countless young people to go astray. Such a person is really worthy of being an idol or an object of vomiting.
Huang Mingzhe laughed at his youth and ignorance.
Only when you have seen a real fall into darkness can you understand the value of light.
Over the past decades, we have witnessed the tragedy of the raging virus, experienced the poverty of the financial crisis, fought against the ignorance of the anti-intellectual movement, and faced the final madness of capitalism.
On the horizon, the last star shines.
Then came the dark winter.
No! I won't allow this to happen again! I want to change everything! Huang Mingzhe clenched his fists, and for a moment he became more determined.
After carefully sorting out decades of experience, Huang Mingzhe sorted out the threads. These foresights were his advantages, especially from 2011 to 2020.
Because during this period, he has the most opportunities and is least likely to have a butterfly effect. In subsequent periods of time, the butterfly effect is more likely to occur.
The greater the impact he has on the world, the greater the butterfly effect will be in the later period. Therefore, 2011 to 2020 is the time period for laying the foundation for his layout. After that, he will have to face the changing trends of the times.
As for not changing this era, Huang Mingzhe does not have this choice in his heart, and lives a new life and still watches the tragedy happen, then he might as well just commit suicide, wouldn't it be more enjoyable?
I just want to swim against the current, not to go with the current and live up to the chance of starting over again.
After formulating a preliminary development plan, he returned to the bedroom.
The night in the countryside was so quiet, with only the chirping of crickets and the low drumming of frogs. The natural sounds made it easier to fall asleep, and Huang Mingzhe fell into a deep sleep after a while.
The fog is thick, the dew is thin, the smoke is light, and the rooster crows in the morning.
The fat aunt came over early in the morning to make breakfast and clean the house.
"morning."
"Good morning, Azhe."
After brushing my teeth and washing my face, Shanmei's daily breakfast was already placed on the dining table, including white porridge, fried salted peanuts, preserved vegetables, green onions and eggs, and fried dock fish.
It's the taste of hometown food that makes people miss it the most. Huang Mingzhe ate two bowls of white porridge, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.
"Fat Aunt, I won't be at home for lunch, so you don't have to cook for me."
"Okay." The fat aunt still whispered softly.
Carrying his handbag, Huang Mingzhe went straight to the village entrance and took a bus to the city.
First, we went to the Yadi Electric Vehicle Store on Chengnan Road, picked up the electric vehicle we purchased yesterday, and drove the electric vehicle towards Xiangcheng Road.
Pressing the brake handle, the electric car stopped steadily in front of a bakery. He locked the electric car and took his handbag to the second floor.
Chen Xinli Law Firm.
As soon as Huang Mingzhe stepped inside, several sharp eyes swept over him. A young man was about to stand up.
"Xiao Zhou, you are busy, I will entertain this guest." A magnetic female voice said, and then a middle-aged woman with short hair walked towards him.
"Hello, Aunt Li." Huang Mingzhe greeted with a smile.
"Huang Mingzhe, what's the matter?" Li Weiya stared at him with a scrutinizing gaze, making Huang Mingzhe feel uncomfortable for a while.
"I came over today to see Uncle Chen to do something."
"Come with me."
In the innermost office, the two of them entered and saw the owner, wearing a suit and leather shoes with a slicked back, holding a phone to one side and recording something with a pen flying around.
"Okay, Mr. Li..."
Huang Mingzhe and Li Weiya waited quietly on the sofa. Ten minutes later, Chen Xinli hung up the phone and picked up a tea cup to moisten his throat.
"Xinli, Huang Mingzhe has business to take care of you." Li Weiya joked.
"Xiaoya, it's human nature for young people to make mistakes."
"Really, you were young too." Li Weiya asked with a half-smile.
Chen Xinli quickly changed the subject with a dry smile: "Haha, what's going on with Mingzhe?"
Huang Mingzhe almost couldn't help but laugh at Chen Xinli, who was a strict wife, but in the end he held it back and quickly got to the point: "Uncle Chen, I came here today mainly to terminate the contract with Shengmei Company."
As soon as he heard about the business, Chen Xinli suddenly became serious: "Mingzhe, where is your contract?"
"Here it is." Huang Mingzhe took out a contract from his handbag and handed it over.
Chen Xinli took it and flipped through the pages carefully. When he saw the breach of contract clause and the supplementary clause, he couldn't help but frown and gently closed the contract: "Mingzhe, this contract is very unfavorable to you. If you forcefully terminate the contract,
…”
Huang Mingzhe said categorically: "I have been mentally prepared, 50 million is not a problem, but I don't want Shengmei to get 50 million in vain, so I entrusted Uncle Chen to negotiate with the other party, how much the 50 million termination fee can be reduced, I will follow
10% of the amount will be used for legal fees, and an additional 500,000 yuan will be used to cover legal fees."
"No problem!" Li Weiya agreed immediately.
"..." Chen Xinli looked at his money-obsessed wife and could only acquiesce in this matter, and this commission was not morally wrong.
Although they were acquaintances, the procedures were not simple for both parties. Li Weiya immediately typed out the entrustment contract. After both parties confirmed their signatures, Huang Mingzhe paid the legal fees of 200,000 into the law firm's account.
With Huang Mingzhe's carte blanche, Chen Xinli Law Firm immediately took action. The deadline given by Huang Mingzhe was to settle the matter before the end of April.
Professionals do things differently. After preparing the relevant materials, the lawyer's letter will be sent directly to Shengmei Company.
…
"Ah Cai, is this Huang Mingzhe a rebel? He dares to bargain with the company?" A middle-aged man with a big belly threw the lawyer's letter on the table.
A trace of disgust flashed in Hu Cai's eyes, and then she persuaded with a smile: "Mr. Fang, you'd better think about this matter carefully. After all, Huang Mingzhe's stardom has been ruined. The company spent tens of millions on packaging him. If we can get some money back,
, it’s not something that can’t be considered.”
"Hmm..." Mr. Fang squinted his eyes and thought. After a while, he nodded: "This matter can be considered, but the termination fee of 10 million is too low, at least 30 million."