Han Xiaojun's day began at the Tianyin Piano Shop, a small house of less than 40 square meters that was his and his sister's temporary residence.

In addition to the bathroom and kitchen, what remains is a combination of a living room and a bedroom, in which a bed and a table are placed. There are only three benches in the whole room, and no matter how many they are, they can't fit down.

Sometimes there are more people coming up, and he will be asked by his sister to go down and move a few benches up. When the guest was gone, he had to move down again.

He and his sister were too old to sleep in a bed, and during the day the table was placed in the center of the room, and at night he had to move the table to the wall and spread out the carpet and sleep on it.

The house is very clean, because Han Qian often cleans, but the climate in Zhonghai is warm and humid, and when he opens his eyes in the morning, he can still see a few cockroaches, and then he doesn't feel sleepy at all.

But more often in the morning, it was the sound of his sister Han Qian's walking that woke him up, and sometimes he was so sleepy that he was reluctant to get up.

Han Qian had to step over his floor to get to the edge of the table when she made breakfast, and last month, unfortunately, her sister stepped on his foot under the quilt while 'crossing'.

She lost her balance and spilled all the porridge. Fortunately, it didn't burn him.

But Han Qian couldn't say anything angry, the quilt cover was easy to wash, but how to get the mattress inside?

At this moment, Han Xiaojun always thinks: I must buy a big house, and don't squeeze like this anymore.

After leaving Tianyin in the morning, he had to go to work at a pudding convenience store, and most of the tasks given to him by the company were to meet with various company managers.

Some of them drove a Santana, some drove an Audi, and there was him, on the bus.

He has been in Zhonghai for less than a year, but he has seen the bosses who have been surrounded by his predecessors, the workers who move bricks silently on the streets, the vendors who push carts against the wind and rain, and the bewitching women who cry on the street at night with hundreds of dollars in their hands.

Some of them look 25 years old, some 30 years old, some 50 years old.

Han Xiaojun ever thought about whether he would sit on the street and cry bitterly when he was 30 years old, or would he be proud in a car? Will he go in and out of high-end places, or will he stand at the door of the club and help the guests park?

Will he hold beautiful women in his hands, or will he just watch them cry as they hold their money?

He is 20 years old this year, will his future be successful, will he fail, will he be proud, will he be ruined?

This city is so noisy, where is his place? Those business places are still lively, will those excitement have something to do with themselves?

These questions are like a hammer, asking Han Xiaojun's soul over and over again.

The younger a person is, the more he can't stand the questioning, and the more he can't stand the questioning, the more restless he becomes, and in the end, he even dreams of success.

He dreams of being like Chen Zier, who is young and successful, and has a lot of limelight. As soon as you make a move, it is hundreds of thousands, and when you open your mouth, it is millions.

So he worked hard in Pudding, hoping that Chen Zier would appreciate him and see him.

This is the rich man he knows best.

He counted his weaknesses, he was not good-looking, his education was not high enough, he didn't have enough resources, all he could rely on was hard work, or ...... That magical Chen Zier?

But day after day, did Chen Zier pay attention to him? Have you admired him? I don't think so.

If he 'loses' Chen Zier again, what will he have left?

Without.

Those who move bricks at the construction site and cry on the street are likely to be what he will be like in the future.

Usually after a day's work, his body is extremely tired, but that's just a good situation, and sometimes he will come back to Tianyin drunk, or he doesn't know how to get back.

Han Qian often warned him with a worried face: You don't care when you're young now, but you can't drink like this, drinking will hurt your body.

Han Xiaojun can understand and distinguish clearly, but what can he do?

Pudding Some people understand data, some people understand technology, some people understand administration, some people understand accounting, what does he know?

He didn't even have a driver's license, he couldn't drive the few trucks used to transport goods in Pudding, so what could he do if he didn't?

He had long figured out that Chen Zier was the big tree he had to hold. A while ago, he thought about maintaining this relationship through 'feelings'.

Because his sister is a good friend of Chen Zier.

But later, I don't know why, Chen Zier came to Tianyin less and less, and it was not until now that he had to take the initiative to ask, and people came.

On the contrary, Yang Runling and Chen Zier have more contact!

He gradually figured out a truth, the so-called relationship is just using each other.

Yang Runling has a place where Chen Zier can use it.

Does he Han Xiaojun have it?

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He remembers waiting for a bus at a bus stop on the street one cold night, next to a father and daughter.

He was impressed because the woman was beautiful.

My father, however, was very short, with a slightly bent shoulder, and wore the kind of hat of an old man in the countryside, but he said the most simple words.

Han Xiaojun still remembers what the father said before leaving, he said to his daughter, "If you really like that young man, stay." But you have to be strong with him, our family has no relatives or friends in the city, your object ...... Soft and not like a good man, get along with his family... He won't protect you. ”

"You are here alone, you have to pay attention to everything, you can come back if you can't bear it, your father is hunched over, but he can still support you. ”

After saying that, the old father got into the car.

Then he saw the woman sitting on the bus stop with her mouth covered and crying bitterly, muttering 'Dad, I'm sorry for you...... I'm sorry you ......."

Han Xiaojun was deeply shocked: In this city, everyone is desperate, at all costs, even if their relatives are parting.

All we want is survival.

Survive in the middle of the sea.

He thought of his sister, he thought of his mother, he had lived under the wings of these two women for 20 years, and he would be like this in the future?

Will he one day be so desperate for survival?

Slowly, he figured out what he wanted and what kind of person he wanted to be in such a society.

He's going to get ahead, he's going to do it, he's going to do anything!

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He was transferred to the store manager, but he was not happy at all, he was not an elm head, he could feel that Sun Hong was moving away from him.

Because of some reasons that he simply couldn't figure out.

He didn't ask, because he knew that Sun Hong would not tell him those reasons, which Han Xiaojun in 1998 could think of.

Yang Runling said that Sun Hong would not do anything about selecting suppliers, and Han Xiaojun believed it at first, but he felt that there was a problem when he thought about it.

He's going to figure it out.

I still remember that Yang Runling warned him not to go past his own leader to complain to a bigger leader, unless you really have real evidence.

Yes, unless he has real evidence.

It's a pity that he is no longer in the same job as before, and he has lost the information he knows first-hand. Pudding has signed contracts with some manufacturers and no longer passes through his hands.

His day-to-day job becomes responsible for maintaining the operation of a store, recording sales, handing in data, and giving order targets.

Han Xiaojun didn't have eyebrows, he spent a few nights staring at Sun Hong, as if he found that he had some abnormalities, his expression was all different from before, and he couldn't hide his anxiety and distraction.

Han Xiaojun went to the convenience store and bought a box of cigarettes, and he learned this these days.

When the smoke is filled, his heart can be calm, and his brain can rotate and think at a higher speed, thinking about what happened to Sun Hong......

Thinking about how to get your vote.