How many people will you meet in this life?

Zhao Fusheng remembers seeing an advertisement for Nescafe, which said that there were more than 80,000 people, or even more, but in the end, none of them could stay with him.

Time will change a lot of things, no matter how good the relationship is, it will fade if you don't have contact, if you want to become long-lasting, you must keep in touch often, and only in constant contact can you resist the passage of time.

Many times, we always think that life will be lively enough, but we don't know that the more people go forward, time is like a sieve, fewer and fewer people are important to us, and the people who are screened out are more and more important.

Life is limited, and only a few people can become our special or even unique, and gradually come to the end.

Zhao Fusheng sometimes feels that memory always reminds him of many interesting things, and when he smiles, he always remembers that on a certain day in a certain month, he once laughed loudly with someone.

The days passed quickly, myhome gave Wang Zhen a big surprise, the time crossed November to the beginning of December, myhome registered users really reached 100,000.

Moreover, with the increase in the number of O123 navigation page views, the number of this registered user is still growing.

For this reason, Zhao Fusheng fulfilled his promise and gave the four staff members a bonus of 1,200 yuan each.

"Old Zhao, we can do it, right?" Wang Zhen pulled Zhao Fusheng more than once and asked.

His pressure is much greater than Zhao Fusheng's, because Zhao Fusheng knows very well that if he fails this time, he will still have a chance to make a comeback, but Wang Zhen may not have that opportunity.

"Don't worry, everything is going well. Zhao Fusheng could only comfort Wang Zhen like this, because at this time, no matter what he said, Wang Zhen actually couldn't listen to it.

On the contrary, Tan Kaixuan was a little panicked, because at the current growth rate, I am afraid that in less than half a year, the registered users of myhome will exceed 500,000.

Thinking that Zhao Fusheng didn't necessarily have any requirements to torture himself, Tan Kaixuan felt that maybe he should be kind to Zhao Fusheng recently, so maybe when the time comes, he will think of these and toss himself lightly.

The school life of the junior year, compared to the sophomore and freshman years, is actually quite boring, because there are not so many courses, and students spend most of their time struggling with future choices.

If you decide to go to graduate school, you need to start studying hard, and if you plan to go out and find a job after graduation, you need to start preparing for the internship in the second semester of your junior year.

On the contrary, guys like Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan are neither ready to go to graduate school, nor are they ready to go out to find a job after graduation, and they are idle all day long.

"I'm going to dinner, are you going?" Zhao Fusheng looked at the business management all morning, his tired eyes were almost gone, put down the book and asked a few roommates.

Recently, his days are simply leisurely and jealous, usually reading books in the dormitory, going to class when there is class, going to the studio when he is idle and bored, looking at the situation in the virtual community, and going home on weekends to accompany Fan Beibei and see his parents.

Occasionally, I was dragged by my father to go around Hualian Commercial Building.

It's just that Zhao Fusheng is really too lazy to complain about his father's business model, and he doesn't know whose way his father went, so he really let him get a sum of money with a lease contract loan and complete the renovation of the first floor of the entire shopping mall.

According to his father's plan, in addition to a large supermarket on the first floor, there is also a children's playground, a café or something, Zhao Fusheng is too lazy to say anything, you know, this is located in the prime area of the entire Ninghai, at least within ten years, there is no place more prosperous than here.

Sometimes he even thinks that if he is tired, he may be able to be a rich second generation and wait for death.

Of course, the premise is that Dad's mall can become popular.

"Let's go, eat dumplings. Wen Yu stood up and said to Zhao Fusheng.

Recently, a dumpling restaurant opened near the second district, and it is said that it tastes good, and several people have been talking about going over to eat it.

"Cheng, let's go. Tan Kaixuan also nodded in agreement.

As for Wang Zhen, that guy is now growing up in the studio, and Zhao Fusheng persuaded him at the beginning, but now he doesn't bother to say anything, let him go.

The hotel was less than 200 meters from their dormitory, across a building.

"Well, it's pretty clean. Standing at the door of the hotel, several people looked at the decoration, and Zhao Fusheng spoke.

"Yes, the dumpling restaurant should be clean. Tan Kaixuan said with a smile.

The area of the hotel is not small, with more than a dozen tables, which is already good near the university.

The boss was a middle-aged woman in her forties, not tall, and when she saw Zhao Fusheng and the others coming in, she asked, "Classmate, what to eat?"

Listening to the accent, it was not a local, it seemed to be from the south, Zhao Fusheng and the others looked at each other, ordered three plates of dumplings, and found a table to sit down.

It's noon, and within a few minutes of them sitting down, a group of students came, and it seemed that they had just finished class, and the person walking in front came to the counter: "Boss, how much does it cost to sleep a night?"

"This is a snack bar, not a chicken coop!" the proprietress was stunned, and then replied with an ugly expression.

Zhao Fusheng and the others were stunned and looked at each other, a little inexplicable.

"I'm talking about dumplings, how much is a bowl?"

"Oh, five bucks. The proprietress blushed slightly and quickly pointed to the price list on the wall.

"Ahem......"

Even Zhao Fusheng and the others coughed dryly, which was really funny.

After a while, Zhao Fusheng and the dumplings they wanted were ready, and the proprietress personally brought them up and asked Zhao Fusheng, "Do you want a virgin?"

Yes?

Zhao Fusheng blinked: "This is not a snack bar?"

"Well, I ask you, vinegar or you?" the proprietress took a deep breath and tried to make her tongue appear straighter.

Holding back a smile, Tan Kaixuan nodded: "Yes." ”

Wen Yu also nodded and said, "Yes." ”

At this time, Zhao Fusheng suddenly said in his heart: "Cheke trouble!"

Then, several people laughed together, and the proprietress turned even redder, shook her head and went back to the kitchen.

With such an episode, the meal was so happy that Wen Yu was still laughing when he left the restaurant.

"It's so interesting. Wen Yu laughed: "I found out that there are absolutely strange readings in the mouths of people from all over the world." ”

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "I believe this, at least I think that for people over there in Fujian, Mandarin is really too torturous." ”

Wen Yu and Tan Kaixuan glanced at each other, and after thinking about it, it was really embarrassing to speak Mandarin with a Fujian accent.

"It's not easy, it's not for life to open a restaurant here. Tan Kaixuan shook his head and sighed.

Zhao Fusheng was silent, just like Tan Kaixuan said, in today's society, reform and opening up have certainly made some people get rich first, but now the increasingly fierce tide of layoffs has also put more people's lives in trouble.

It's not that it's bad to break the iron rice bowl, but such a one-size-fits-all approach has really made more and more workers lose their direction, the rich are getting richer and richer, and the poor are getting poorer and poorer.

Good and evil are not necessary complements to each other, the bigger problem is: some people feel that there is hell, and some people feel that there is none. Heaven doesn't matter. The natural order agreed upon by folk customs has long been torn apart and retreated.

So, what do we deeply believe?

Money, power, success and defeat.

This is the moral standard in the hearts of most people before Zhao Fusheng was reborn.

Don't look at how you brag on the Internet, and don't look at how newspapers and media report it, the facts are in front of you and there is no doubt about it.

If the development of material civilization and spiritual civilization does not reach a harmonious level, such a situation will arise, and people's moral standards do not match the standards of economic development.

Zhao Fusheng is not a saint, he can't do it all, so he can only try his best to make the people around him live a better life, at least, so that his parents don't have to go out to work when they are old, so that their friends don't need to worry when they are middle-aged.

More importantly, let yourself no longer regret or regret in this life, after ten or twenty years.

PS: A bit of a Kavin, this chapter is a little shorter.