"Okay, just let me know. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Song Shixian hung up the phone.

Song Baojun immediately dialed Du Yinlang.

It was also a coincidence that not long after Du Yinlang flew from Zhonghai, he inspected the work at the construction site of Xingang in Chazhou, and saw that his cousin was concerned about the affairs of Xingang, so he invited him to come over and have a look, and said that he would send someone to pick him up.

Song Baojun has just come out of Venus Records, not far away, this is a not bustling but not remote street, along the street are all shops.

He stood a little bored, and saw that the decoration of the Gucci store opposite was luxurious, and two fashionable and beautiful girls walked out of the door holding hands, talking and laughing. One of them had long legs in high-heeled stockings, and his figure was very exquisite, so Song Baojun couldn't help but take a few more looks.

The most important thing in Chazhou is all kinds of beauties, from pure to gorgeous, from plump to slender, from frivolous to dignified, only you can't think of it, there is nothing you can't find.

The two girls smiled and discussed which style of bag in the Gucci store was beautiful, and walked all the way to a red Passat parked more than ten meters away from Song Baojun.

Song Baojun suddenly felt that the girl was vaguely familiar, and couldn't help but exclaim tentatively: "Hey, Feng Jialin!"

The girl really turned her head and looked at Song Baojun fixedly for a few seconds, and then suddenly said: "Oh, Song 'Stay' Army, it's you, why are you here?"

The girl deliberately accentuated her tone with the word "stay", and couldn't help but purse her lips and smile, with a little disdain.

Song Baojun hurriedly smiled: "It's really you, I thought I recognized the wrong person." ”

The girl asked her companion to put the shopping bag in the back seat of the car, stood one meter in front of Song Baojun, looked at each other carefully with her arms crossed, and asked in a condescending tone: "It's been more than four years since I graduated, what are you doing?"

"I, there's nothing to do, you should all have graduated from college, right?" Song Baojun was also looking at the girl, seeing that she had long black straight and smooth hair, delicate makeup on her face, and a faint smile, but the smile couldn't tell whether it was polite or perfunctory.

The girl replied, "I haven't graduated yet, but I'm a senior and I'm currently doing an internship." What about you?"

The girl's companion put away her things, walked to the side and smiled: "Jialin, your friend?"

The girl raised her chin and replied not very concerned: "Oh, my high school classmate, Song Baojun, a famous nerd in the class, I haven't seen you for a long time, I didn't expect to meet here." Hey, do you know, Song Dujun used to blush when talking to girls, and he was often bullied by others, and I felt sorry for him. ”

A hint of embarrassment flashed on Song Baojun's face, and he said, "Old classmate, I still remember it after so long." ”

"Of course I do. The girl smiled and said, "You are bullied every day, you are a punching bag for everyone in the class, and I am most impressed." ”

This woman's name is Feng Jialin, Song Baojun's high school classmate and class flower, with outstanding appearance and tall figure, and naturally one of the objects he once admired.

At that time, Song Baojun was a dull nerd who couldn't beat a stuffy fart with three sticks in the class, and the single side in his name was naturally removed, and he was called Song Dujun by everyone.

The deeds of how he was tricked, tricked, bullied, insulted, framed, beaten, and abused by other classmates are thicker than the college entrance examination review syllabus.

Song Baojun has not had a crush on Feng Jialin for a long time, the reason is that this class flower is really not a good person to mess with.

At that time, who didn't like a beautiful female classmate among the boys who had just entered puberty? No matter what her personality was, Yan was righteous. Song Baojun is not sensible, so naturally whoever is good-looking will have a crush on him.

He has no friends, his brain is stupid and he refuses to study, he is in a daze in class every day, and he fantasizes that he is surrounded by beautiful women and does all kinds of ugly things that cannot be described in detail, among which the clearest figure of a beautiful woman is Feng Jialin.

In the proposition essay "The Best Classmate" in a Chinese class in the first year of high school, Song Baojun couldn't hold back his childish feelings and wrote Feng Jialin's name. That night, the self-study was taken away and posted on the wall newspaper at the back of the classroom, causing all the students to laugh and watch, and even Feng Jialin went to see it in person.

The next morning, his books, textbooks, and workbooks were all torn to shreds and piled on the table.

I heard that it was a fanatical fan of Feng Jialin, and it seemed that Feng Jialin felt that he was written into the composition by the lowest nerd in the class, and he couldn't hold his face, so he instructed others to do it.

How dare Song Baojun ask who the murderer is? He sniffed hard to clean up the table, and never dared to mention Feng Jialin's name again, and went to have a crush on other girls.

Later, after graduating from high school, the classmates divided their things, Song Baojun stayed to continue tutoring, he and these classmates never met again, that is, later I happened to hear that Feng Jialin was admitted to Zhonghai University, looking at this situation, it is a chance to break off no intersection in the future.

Zhonghai University is one of the top five famous universities in the country, and all of its students are proud of the sky, and after graduation, they either start a business or work in multinational companies, and they will become famous in the future, and ordinary people are not of the same class. And Song Baojun repeated his studies for two years, and he still studied an unpopular major like ancient literature, so I'm afraid it will be difficult to find a job, so what qualifications do you have to compare with others?

Unexpectedly, a few years later, the two sides met by chance on an unknown street.

Listening to her words, she is still as arrogant as ever.

Song Baojun could only smile bitterly, rubbed his nose and said: "Yes, yes, once everyone has something unhappy, they will be happy when they find me." ”

The companion tugged at Feng Jialin's sleeve and said, "Okay, let's go, what is there to talk about with a nerd." ”

"Wait a minute, we're going to be classmates. Feng Jialin said: "I haven't asked you yet, what school have you been admitted to? By the way, your grades have always been at the bottom, and you must not be able to get into college, right? Where are you working now?"

How else could Song Baojun answer? It was hard to say that he had repeated high school for two years and was still in college, so he could only reply in her tone: "Well, I recently worked at the construction site in Xingang, Chazhou. ”

His dress was not very exquisite, a set of gray jackets and broken leather shoes every day, coupled with his obscene temperament, his old classmates didn't take him seriously.

Feng Jialin sighed, suddenly became interested, and said: "I am also an intern in the Chazhou Xingang Project Department, which department are you in? It can't be really moving bricks on the construction site, right?" The contempt and disdain in his tone were fully expressed in just two questions.

Song Baojun no longer had the joy of reuniting his old classmates, and said lightly: "Yes, it is to do some work of moving steel bars, carrying cement, laying bricks, and digging earth, and he has an income of three or four thousand yuan a month." ”

Feng Jialin really believed it, and said with wide eyes: "I guessed correctly, you are the most unpromising student in our 27th class of high school." ”

Song Baojun scratched his head and said: "I can't afford to read, and I don't have any skills, since you are also working in Chazhou Xingang, it is better to help me." ”

Feng Jialin looked condescending and sneered: "Help you, what will you do? With such a big project in Chazhou Xingang, I am so busy, how can I have time to care about you?"

"Hehehe, then I'm sorry. ”

Feng Jialin took out a business card and handed it over almost as if he threw it, saying, "This is my phone number, for the sake of my high school classmates for three years, you can call me if you have something." ”

Song Baojun took the business card and looked at it, which read: "Feng Jialin, financial manager of the project department of the Chazhou Xingang Management Committee" followed by two small words "assistant".

"Oh, oh, I can't imagine that the old classmate is mixing so well now. ”

Feng Jialin said: "Do you think it's simple? Not everyone in the project department has the ability to enter, and this is because my father doesn't know how many relationships he has to do to get into the internship." ”

Her companion urged impatiently: "Jialin, let's leave quickly, Director Ding will be unhappy if he is going to be late for work." You know how powerful Director Ding is. ”

Feng Jialin looked at his watch and saw that the time was not early, so he hurriedly said: "Okay, let's do this first, don't call me indiscriminately if you don't have anything to do." ”

Song Baojun waved his hand helplessly: "Okay, goodbye Mr. Feng." ”

The two got into the car, and they could still hear the loud voice of their female companion: "That kind of idiot, what should he do?" and Feng Jialin's answer: "Hehe, it's in front of the idiot that you can show your superiority!" Passat started and walked away with a puff of smoke.

Not long after, Liang Bohua drove a dilapidated Volkswagen car and parked in front of Song Baojun, with a wry smile on his face.

It is a 34-kilometer journey from Chazhou city to Xingang, and there is still a 7.5-kilometer highway in the middle that has not been repaired, and it was already 3 o'clock in the afternoon when Song Baojun and Liang Bohua arrived at the Xingang construction site.

In fact, on a high slope in the middle of the road section, Song Baojun could see the boss from a distance, stretching for several kilometers.

Towering cranes are one after another, excavators, bulldozers, penetrating machines, and pile drivers are in full swing, and muck trucks, engineering vehicles, transport vehicles, and heavy trucks are constantly coming and going. The people walking around are smaller than ants, and they can't see clearly.

Song Baojun couldn't help but say, "It's so big!"

Liang Bohua turned the steering wheel to overtake a slow-moving truck loaded with steel bars in front of him, and responded: "The first phase of Chazhou Xingang is a key project of the national 13th Five-Year Plan, can it not be big?"

When they arrived at the site, they were surrounded by brick walls, leaving only one gate to enter and exit. There are several signs hanging on the door: "Chazhou Xingang Construction Management Committee", "Chazhou Xingang Phase I Project Department", "Jiangnan No. 2 Construction Company", "Zhonghai Engineering Installation Company", "Chazhou Xingang Construction Safety Supervision Department", "Leading Transportation Company" and so on.

On average, a car enters and exits every ten seconds, making it extremely busy.

Liang Bohua was stopped by the doorman at the door, and he was allowed to pass only after showing his pass.

After several rounds, there are warning signs for dangerous areas on the road, as well as avoiding the busy construction area, and entering a residential area, before I came to the office of the project department.

A ten-storey building, for a few years, has been hanging many unit signs at the entrance as usual. Liang Bohua said that this is the original government residence of Seagull Town, and now Seagull Town has been relocated as a whole, and the vacated building has been requisitioned by the project department.

Song Baojun thought to himself that it was no wonder that there were so many houses around, it turned out to be a small town before. (To be continued.) )