Summer 2003

The gate of the Nanyang talent market is full of people, and when it is close to noon, a large number of people are pouring out together, just like a water pipe with a broken valve, which cannot be blocked at all, and the glass doors on both sides are creaking, and even some deformation, making people wonder if these two large pieces of glass are going to shatter in the next second.

Luckily, it didn't happen.

The managers of the talent market shouted loudly for everyone to line up in order, but no one listened at all—this was a young newcomer, and as for the old people, they had long been hiding from a distance and watching this side, with a gloating smile on their faces.

Compared with these people who fight to the death for a job, they are undoubtedly much happier with an iron rice bowl.

Duane managed to "squeeze" out of the crowd - or more precisely, he was pushed out by the people behind him, and he even felt that his feet had just risen off the ground! God knows how he flew out.

As soon as he came out, he quickly trotted to the side, looked back at the still crowded crowd at the gate, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He was lucky not to be squeezed to death like this, but then his face darkened again.

He still couldn't get a job, and the recruiters' words were still in their ears: "College students, we only need skilled workers, you have no work experience, you don't meet our standards." "Why do college students still come here to look for jobs, isn't the school allotted? Oh, by the way, it won't be included this year." I'm sorry, our unit is recruiting drivers, and you don't even have a driver's license......"

Duane retracted his head and looked squarely at the main road of the talent market, where the traffic was coming and going, raising puffs of exhaust and dust, and the illusion of some smoke in the scorching midday sun.

His eyes were full of pain.

This damn policy!

If it weren't for the new policy that had just come down, "in order to make the employment of graduates fully meet the needs of socialist modernization for the cultivation of all kinds of talents," which abolished the quota allocated to all universities in the province, he would have been sitting in the office of a state-owned enterprise by now.

Of course, he is one of the first graduates of the university's expansion, which is one of the reasons for the difficulty of finding employment: in Nanyang alone, more than 90,000 graduates from eight universities have entered the market this year, not including those tertiary institutions.

The numbers are so terrifying that experts have been speaking in the newspapers lately, announcing the arrival of the first wave of the employment winter.

And Duane is the first wave of refugees under the harsh winter.

Duane bent down, squatted on the ground like a tired migrant worker, took out a pack of soft red rivers from his trouser pocket, counted them, carefully pulled out one, carefully straightened the already bent cigarette, and then took it in his mouth, and took out a lighter printed with a gaudy beauty pattern from the other pocket and lit it, took a long breath, his eyes blinked twice, and the eyes after the smoke rose were full of confusion.

He actually doesn't smoke, but he has been under too much pressure lately, and when he remembered the benefits of those cigarettes that his roommates had said before, he unconsciously took out three yuan and bought a pack from his tight pocket.

It's like buying a shortcut out of the painful world.

Duane smoked a cigarette as he pondered what he would do next.

Going to Shanghai seemed to be a solution, and Su Peng, the roommate who had a good relationship with him two days ago, called and said that he was now doing well in Shanghai - he had applied for a job as a medical representative at Bayer, a profession that no one could afford in the academy at the beginning, and now it can bring him nearly 2,000 a month!

Compared with the classmates who have found jobs in Nanyang, Su Peng is indeed a good mix, you must know that the highest salary among these people who stay in Nanyang is only more than 800 a month.

A voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Duane?"

Duane looked up, cigarette still in his mouth.

In front of him stood a person, whose face was blurry and indistinguishable because of the backlight.

"Anzi, it's really you!"

The man screamed again in surprise.

Duane narrowed his eyes and stood up again, only then did he see the person in front of him clearly.

It was Liu Shancai, his college roommate.

He remembered that Liu Shancai's family background was not good, and he always wore a black short-sleeved shirt that was washed gray and white every summer, or a plaid shirt with "Third Machinery Factory" printed on the chest, but now it is completely different - the other party is wearing a goose-yellow stand-up collar short sleeves, which is not cheap when you look at the fabric, and he can't recognize the label on the clothes.

Liu Shancai looked very enthusiastic, "I just look a little like you, I didn't expect it to be you!"

Du An's was also very happy, it was not easy to meet an acquaintance in the huge Nanyang City, "Isn't that me?" ”

The old classmates were very enthusiastic when they met, and the two greeted each other on the spot.

“…… So, you haven't found a job yet, and you're here to find a job today?"

Duane didn't answer immediately, and was silent for a while before he smiled: "Yes, but I'm lucky, I finally found it, and I'll go to work next week." ”

His roommate seemed to mix well, which made him subconsciously not want to be compared.

But as soon as the words came out, he regretted it: if Liu Shancai then asked him what kind of job he was and how was his treatment, how would he answer?

Fortunately, Liu Shancai didn't ask.

Liu Shancai just smiled and said, "That's good, how can you earn five or six hundred a month, right? It's enough to live, after all, we just graduated can't ask for too much, ride a donkey to find a horse." ”

Seeing that Liu Shancai didn't dwell on this topic, Du An's hurriedly changed the topic, "By the way, what are you doing now?"

"With the crew. ”

"Crew?"

Duane blinked, of course he knew the word, but he had only seen it in newspapers and television, and he never thought that one day his acquaintances would also be related to it.

"Well, a small crew. ”

Liu Shancai seemed reluctant to talk more, but suddenly, as if he remembered something, he slapped his thigh and said, "Hey, I said Anzi, I think of a way to make a fortune when you mention it-you can become a director! It's much better than you looking for a job here." ”

Duane was dumbfounded, "Director?me?"

"Isn't it!"

Liu Shancai gushed out: "Do you know how hot our Chinese film and television market has been in the past ten years? Not to mention those Americans and Britons who rushed to give us away, let's just say that our Chinese movies can be taken out and returned with a sum of foreign exchange." When it was time for the Huabiao Golden Rooster to present the awards, hey, it was even more amazing, those foreign actors racked their brains to come over and rub the red carpet! Who called our Chinese film market the most mature? I heard that Lao Mei recently set up a film and television base in a small place called Hollywood on the outskirts of Los Angeles, as if she wanted to compete with our Hengdian, but I think they are indeed economically developed, but the film and television sector can only follow behind our ass and eat ashes! After all, the 5,000-year-old cultural heritage is here. ”

"The film market is so hot, and it has also brought back investment, now as long as you have the name of a director on your head, and then get a script, regardless of the size, you will definitely be able to attract investment, at least 100,000 yuan, if you are a graduate of Nortel Chinese opera, it will be even more effective, and investors can rob you crazy!"

"At least 100,000 yuan! Think about it, how much money can you spend to make a movie? You are still a director, how much can you put in your own pocket?"

Du An's voice was stunned for a while, his mouth moved for a long time, and he rubbed out a sentence, "But I am studying management." ”

He didn't understand the movie at all.

Liu Shancai let out a "hi" and said: "What's wrong with learning management? Feng Xiaogang was a choreographer back then, so how did he learn to make movies? Aren't people still a great director now? Of course, it is always reassuring to have a certificate -- there are so many false witnesses on the street now, can't you just find one to be a certificate? Who knows where you came from? ”

"Anzi, let me tell you, I don't have this ability, first, I can't toss the script, a diary can suffocate me to death! But you're different, you dream and play every day, just take one out and write some, won't this script come out? ”

Duane was silent.

Liu Shancai's "dreaming is like playing" is one of his old problems: Since he was a child, he has often dreamed, and unlike others who dream of himself, he dreams of others -- he has dreamed of a rich daughter and a poor boy falling in love on a luxury cruise ship, and finally the cruise ship crashes into an iceberg; he has dreamed that dinosaurs have been resurrected and locked up on the island for exhibition, but because employees have destroyed the management system, the dinosaurs have wreaked havoc and killed countless people; he has also dreamed that in the vast universe, strangers using lightsabers are fighting......

He remembered these dreams so clearly that he could remember even what they had said.

This trait is terrible in some cases, such as when he dreamed of a secret room.

In the secret room, there were two people who were shackled and had to kill each other in order to survive, and even in order to break free from the shackles, one of them sawed off his own feet with his own hands, and the scene was extremely bloody! He was almost awakened by fright.

These things tortured him for the first half of his life, and several classmates in the same dormitory knew about them, but these bad things seemed to be really like what Liu Shancai said, and they were not completely useless.

After chatting for a long time, Liu Shancai said goodbye and left, pondering the heroic posture he had just scolded Fang Xuan and Du An's stunned expression along the way: In the eyes of his old classmates, he is probably a figure who has seen the world.

I couldn't help but feel proud, so I didn't care about how many loopholes there were in my words just now.

Du An was still standing in place, silently looking at the street in front of him, constantly recalling Liu Shancai's words just now, thinking about the feasibility.

Tinkering with a script, making a false testimony, and defrauding investment ......

This fact is too big, for him, who has never been a traitor since he was a child, just thinking about it, his heart is pounding, as if he is about to jump out of his throat, and his mouth is dry with nervousness.

But the huge sum of 100,000 yuan is also looking at him from afar in the same direction......

In order to provide for his own education, he didn't know how much money his family owed, and that huge debt could crush a person to death!

Besides, he owes the landlord a month's rent that has not been paid. Thanks to the kindness of the landlord, he never kicked him out, otherwise he would have slept on the street now.

The landlord is kind, but he can't take this love as a cost, if he can pay it back, he will have to make up the rent immediately.

However, if you really do what Liu Shancai said, won't you be a fraud......

Duane could not make up his mind, and in anxiety, he smoked cigarette after cigarette.

The sun crossed over his head and sank to the west, his shadow elongated, distorted, and distorted, like a demon with teeth and claws.

When it was completely dark, the street lights on both sides of the street were on, the cars returning home were blocked in front of him, and the horns were blaring one after another, Duane finally moved.

He opened his mouth, which was dry and numb from smoking too much, coughed twice, clenched the cigarette shell in his hand hard, then let go gently, and then casually dropped the lighter engraved with the gaudy bikini beauty, and strode forward.

He finally made up his mind - he needed money.

Let's start with the story of sawing off my own foot.

The name was also decided.

Let's call it "Saw Horror".