In a small mountain village called "Wangwo" next to Highway 10 in Vietnam, there is a friend from a foreign country. He was like a soldier from the Chinese Logistics Department who came to Vietnam to help the Vietnamese people build roads, using wooden planks, tree branches and a few pieces of canvas to build a simple residence that could not even be called a wooden house.

Since then, every morning, when the first rays of sunlight shine through the endless mountains in the distance, pouring down on the treetops of the wild banana trees, and the birds are still lying in their nests, too lazy to open their eyes, the unique dull sound of a heavy hammer hitting the cement grave will always sound on time, tenaciously breaking the silence between the sky and the earth.

Wan Likai is like an out-and-out savage, he lives alone in this [***] martyr's cemetery. He hunted with the most rudimentary bows and arrows and homemade traps, and he picked the roots and fruits of various plants in the primeval jungle that could be used for food. When he had enough food to eat, he returned to fight with a heavy hammer and a hard cement bag.

Three days later, Wan Likai's movements slowed down significantly. Having never experienced such heavy work, and without the protective measures necessary for such high-intensity physical labor, Wan Likai's hands were already covered with blisters of bruised blood. Yajieer has taught Wan Likai how to find alternative herbs from his side when there is a shortage of medicines. His favorite thing to do at night was to light a fire and roast his prey while collecting the fat from the pieces of meat, mixing them with herbs he had found, and carefully applying them to his hands. Then he stretched out his hands, soothed by the heat of the flames, and watched as the wounds on his hands slowly healed in an unnatural state because of the heat.

Though...... Wan Likai clearly knew that by the next day, he would grab the heavy hammer or shovel with both hands, and the wound that had barely healed with a little force would burst again.

Seven days later, Wan Likai threw away the wooden handle in his hand that had been soaked out of his hands, and stained it into a black-brown shovel, and he finally used a hammer and shovel to open a grave bag and see the bones of the first martyr.

But when Wan Likai jumped into this carefully dug grave pit, he soon discovered that it was definitely not an easy task to move the body of such a hero! Because his body must have encountered a disaster such as a rock rolling down before his death, otherwise, the bones on his body would never have so many obvious fracture marks.

If it was a year ago, he wouldn't believe that he would use such a careful and gentle movement to hold a bone that had already dried up, Wan Likai only used a little force, and the hero's bones, in Wan Likai's arms, suddenly turned into a pile of broken bones, and through Wan Likai's arms, he fell back again.

It took Wan Likai a full five hours to take out the body of this martyr one by one, and put all the pieces back in their original positions with a woman-like embroidery movement. Next to the body of this martyr, there is also an old-fashioned green military lunch box, which is the only relic in the entire grave bag. After nearly forty years have passed, the canvas strap on this lunch box has long been rotten and broken, when Wan Likai used his sleeve to wipe the hero's relics, he saw a sentence engraved with a bayonet on this lunch box: I am a soldier!

Wan Likai doesn't know if this sentence is the last words left by this martyr when his life was dying, or rather, this is the most persistent belief he has worked hard for all his life? ! Wan Likai really doesn't know!

Wan Likai set up the firewood, and behind him were all the villagers of "Wangwo" Village. All the villagers looked at the torches in Wan Likai's hands, whether they were old people, women or children, they all looked solemn and solemn, and they were all quietly listening to Wan Likai singing a song. Although it is not a Chinese military song, at this time, Wan Likai involuntarily thought of it. Although most of the villagers didn't know what Wan Likai was singing, they could hear the kind of heavy pride behind this song!

This is a theme song from the Yugoslav film "The Bridge" "Ah, goodbye friends". Because the age is too far away, Wan Likai can no longer sing the entire lyrics, but he is still singing, he is singing hard, singing to his heart's content.

Ah, friend, goodbye

Ah, friend, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

……

If I die in battle

You must bury me

Please bury me in a high hill

Ah, friend, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Bury me in a high hill

Insert another beautiful flower

Ah, whenever people walk by here

Ah, friend, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Whenever people walk by here

They all say what a beautiful flower

……

When the majestic flames, accompanied by singing, began to rise high on the side of Highway 10, which condensed the blood of the Chinese people, in the martyr's cemetery where the sixteen martyrs had been sleeping alone for 40 years, without relatives and friends, it was Wan Likai's head that was raised.

Wan Likai let his tears of pride and sadness keep flowing out of his eyes, and what flowed out together was the dust that was completely washed away from Wan Likai's soul through tears!

Wan Likai finally put the ashes of this martyr into the military lunch box he used before his death, and then he used a short knife that was not sharp to seriously engrave the name of this martyr on the front of this lunch box.

On the eighth day, when Wan Likai barely opened his eyes, dragged his overtired body, pushed open his door that actually had no real meaning, and was about to continue working, he was suddenly stunned. Because in front of Wan Likai's house, there are a few steamed buns mixed with white flour and cornmeal, and a plaster that can treat wounds. Wan Likai bent down and picked up the bag of steamed buns wrapped in wild banana leaves, these steamed buns were still lukewarm, obviously those villagers were used to Wan Likai's regular work and rest time.

Wan Likai grabbed a steamed bun, has not yet put it into his mouth, smelling the one that is still warm steamed bun, exuding a slight sweetness, doing the heaviest physical work for seven or eight days in a row, but can only hunt and pick fruits to fill his stomach Wan Likai, you must first swallow a mouthful of saliva that he suddenly secreted seriously over, before he can open his mouth to this steamed bun, revealing thirty-two teeth that have not been brushed for seven or eight days, and can only be scraped clean with branches on the river water, and bite down hard.

"Whew......"

"Huhuhu......"

Even Wan Likai, who had to take the risk of crossing the Chinese border several times with white sugar on his back, had to eat imported individual food, and drank French red wine with a taste, let out a happy moan from his mouth. Wan Likai is sure that in his life, it is impossible for him to forget the taste of these steamed buns...... Incense, so fucking fragrant!

Hey? In these steamed buns, there are still red dates in them? Blame it has to be only fragrant and sweet!

Stuffing a few steamed buns and the small half of the hare meat he had eaten last night into his stomach, and then pasting a new plaster on his hand, Wan Likai burped contentedly and carried tools such as heavy hammers and shovels. He glanced back at his room again, in the most eye-catching position of the entire room, there were traces of collision everywhere, the paint on the surface was like the skin of a leper patient, peeling off piece by piece, but it was still hard green military lunch box, silently reading the name of the owner of this lunch box in his heart, Wan Likai said softly: "Thank you, it tastes really good!" ”

The green military lunch box, which had accompanied its owner to sleep underground for forty years and finally saw the sky again, remained silent. But if this martyr really knew something, he should be able to fall into a deep sleep again with a smile on his face, right?!

"Bang! Bang! Bang......"

On this day, the sound of a heavy hammer hitting the cement grave bag sounded extraordinarily vigorous.

Maybe he has gradually adapted to this kind of high-intensity physical work, or maybe it is the second time to do this kind of "tomb robbing" work, and he already has a feeling of familiarity, in short, five days later, Wan Likai moved the body of the second martyr to the ground.

When the bones of the martyrs in the grave pit were in the whole mile, Wan Likai unexpectedly saw a kettle next to the second martyr. This time, Wan Likai's movements were very careful, and he did not tear off the canvas strap on the kettle again. When he looked at the noon sun and carefully observed the kettle, Wan Likai saw a line of words written with a fountain pen on the strap of the kettle, although after forty years of not seeing the sky, these words written on the strap have been blurred, but Wan Likai's eyes still widened, and he even read out the words written on it with a guess: If the revolution wants me to block the gun's eye, I will be Huang Jiguang; If the revolution wants me to burn charcoal, I'll be Zhang Side!

If Wan Likai is not mistaken, this is what Lei Feng said before his death!

Although this martyr did not block the enemy's gun holes like Huang Jiguang, nor did he burn 80,000 catties of charcoal in three months like the soldier who led a squad without anything, but he lived out his dignity and glory!

With the steady recovery of physical strength, I don't know when, Wan Likai's hands have grown a thick layer of calluses, and his hands will never be worn out again.

When Wan Likai carefully put the sixteenth urn made of martyrs' relics into his trolley, it had been forty-five days since he arrived in Vietnam!

Looking back at the Chinese [***] martyrs' cemetery that was smashed into ruins by himself, and then looking at the tall heroic monument, Wan Likai's heart suddenly swelled with a strange and extremely strange taste. Since then, there is no more martyr cemetery for the [***] people here! Without this monument commemorating the heroic past, in another 50 years, a hundred years later, these residents who are still living in the village of "Wangwo", the kind people of the whole Vietnam, who else can remember that there were hundreds of thousands of Chinese hot-blooded soldiers who came to their land and used their blood and unapologetic youth to build a major artery through this land for them? !

Suddenly, Wan Likai somewhat understood why the remains of these heroes should remain in this foreign land. This is a proof, an oath, a monument, and a testimony of friendship!

"But even though these tombstones are still there, isn't there still a decade-long war between China and Vietnam? And, I think...... Now China is strong enough. Although we don't advocate war, let alone take the initiative to invade, we are strong enough that we don't need to use the remains of fallen martyrs to cast any flesh and blood monuments, right?! ”

The words that Zhan Xia Ge once said once again echoed in Wan Likai's mind, "Do you know why I chose to be patriotic, why I was obviously involuntary at the beginning, but now I have regarded the profession of a soldier as my lifelong choice?" ”

Of course, Wan Likai didn't know.

"Because I want to live an upright life, not only myself, but I hope that my relatives, my friends, and my family can live in this land with their heads held high."

At that time, Wan Likai didn't understand the words of the battle song, but now he does.

Without the support of a powerful state apparatus behind it, how can a nation raise its waist and chest on the world stage?! It is their luck to live in this era when China is becoming more and more powerful, and gradually can stand tall in the east of the world with a posture that is neither arrogant nor humble. To be able to protect such a mother is their happiness!

Wan Likai, who was only twenty years old, had a contemplation on his face that was completely different from his age, and he pulled his cart with sixteen more urns, and slowly walked away under the gaze of all the villagers of "Wangwo" Village.

Looking at the big boy who was full of fatigue all over his body, but still stubbornly straightened his chest and walked farther and farther away with the remains of sixteen Chinese martyrs, the old woman sighed softly: "This boy is amazing! ”

More than 100 "Wangwo" villagers nodded together, and in their eyes looking at Wan Likai's back, some of them were respectful, but still respectful!

Wan Likai didn't go home, he just dragged the cart carrying the souls of the sixteen martyrs and walked silently along Highway 10. Trucks passed by Wan Likai, kicking up a cloud of dust, and there was still room in those trucks, enough to put down Wan Likai and his trolley, and the driver who wanted to make some extra money would take the initiative to stop and ask Wan Likai if he needed to ride. When Wan Likai sat in the trucks wrapped in black tin shells, he sometimes met Chinese businessmen who came to Vietnam to pan for gold in a world where the economy was beginning to recover rapidly and was full of business opportunities and opportunities. Listening to them talk in their native language, listening to them talk about how much money they make in their business, listening to them talk about how to bribe an official or a policeman with a small amount of yuan, and listening to their comments that in some parts of Vietnam, China's yuan can cost dollars and buy a coral tree that is a meter tall for 20 yuan...... At this time, there is always a smile on Wan Likai's face.

The flag hanging on Wan Likai's trolley attracted the attention of some compatriots, and on the front of the bright red flag, Wan Likai wrote five big characters on it with charcoal...... I'm Chinese!

On the reverse side of this flag, Wan Likai asked the teacher of the "Wangwo" village to write the same words in Vietnamese.

Finally, a man sitting on the right side of the carriage, who looked to be in his forties, with a round face, couldn't help but come over with his own tote bag full of various goods. He showed a standard businessman-like smile to Wan Likai, first handing over a cigarette that was five yuan a pack in China in a friendly manner, and then pointed to Wan Likai's trolley with a bunch of tattered military kettles and lunch boxes, and asked: "Dude, where did you come from, how did you make a fortune?" ”

The plain clothes Wan Likai wears, which he brought with him when he entered the Fifth Special Force, are all in boutiques, a well-known brand that can cover at least a month's salary of ordinary wage earners. This shrewd man, who has been shuttling on the Sino-Vietnamese border for a long time and earning prices by selling some goods, can be sure at a glance that the clothes and shoes worn by Wan Likai are definitely not fakes bought from a street stall. But Wan Likai has such a trolley by his side that only migrant workers can use, and he can wear a boutique brand so that even the beggars on the side of the road will not take a second look, but the expression on his face is so proud that he seems to be sitting on a Cadillac, receiving the cheers of the crowd on the star road of the first avenue, it is no wonder that Wan Likai will make this Chinese compatriot curious.

Wan Likai didn't take the cigarette handed over, he didn't like to smoke in the first place, he wanted to be the apprentice of Zhan Xia Ge, he wanted to be an excellent sniper killer, so he wouldn't touch such a thing as a cigarette. found that Wan Likai didn't speak, but his eyes stared straight at a piece of poorly packaged piece exposed in his breast pocket, and the taste was even worse, chewing it was like eating a bunch of Chinese medicine dregs, God knows what kind of chocolate was mixed in it, that compatriot immediately took the opportunity to send two yuan a piece, but the amount was quite sufficient, to Wan Likai.

Wan Likai ate the piece of chocolate that he usually wouldn't even look at, and at this time he finally had a smile on his face and replied, "I'm from China." ”

As soon as Wan Likai opened his mouth, he made that compatriot roll his eyes, isn't this nonsense?

"As for me coming to Vietnam," Wan Likai stuffed the whole piece of chocolate, which looked like the residue of Chinese medicine, into his stomach, which had really suffered a little guilt, and said in a deep voice: "It's to dig treasure!" ”

Dig for treasure!

As soon as he heard this word that made people instantly associate enough, and then looked at Wan Likai's well-prepared wheelbarrow, which was obviously capable of targeting some kind of civil engineering work, the compatriot's eyes suddenly widened with excitement, and he quickly glanced in the carriage like a thief, fortunately, the long and too bumpy journey had made everyone in the carriage drowsy, and no one paid attention to the conversation between the two of them.

"Dude," the round-faced compatriot attached himself to Wan Likai's side and whispered: "Everyone is Chinese, what is the way to get rich, how about counting me as one?" I'll be your helper, and with the benefits, we will be six or four, you will be six and I will be four, how about it? ”

Seeing Wan Likai shaking his head, the round-faced Chinese compatriot gritted his teeth fiercely and said, "How about seven or three points, I only need three achievements!" Sometimes it's much more convenient for two people to do things together than to do it alone. ”

Wan Likai still shook his head, and he said in a low voice: "We are not walking the same road!" ”

These Chinese came to Vietnam with the dream of making a fortune to pan for gold, hoping that one day, they could return to their hometown. And he, Wan Likai, came to Vietnam to trace the path of the martyrs, to collect the most beautiful treasures that the Chinese [***] people have once bloomed in this world, and to take them home together!

When Wan Likai got out of the truck, he was slightly surprised to find that the Chinese compatriot who had given him half a piece of chocolate and a round face like a plate was also carrying his big travel bag and followed him. Wan Likai shrugged his shoulders slightly, since this compatriot thinks that he can make a fortune by following him, and is bent on following him, let him follow.

Wan Likai took his trolley and found the martyr's cemetery of the second [***] person. There are more bones of martyrs buried in this martyr's cemetery, and Wan Likai counted them roughly, and there were thirty-four graves. Slightly different from the martyr's cemetery near the village of Wangwo, only two-thirds of the 42 graves are made of cement, and a considerable part are earthen graves overgrown with weeds and wild flowers.

Seeing that Wan Likai actually cut down tree branches, removed the canvas on the trolley, and prepared to set up a simple "tent" in the martyrs' cemetery, the Chinese compatriot who Wan Likai didn't even know his name now, his face turned white. "Even if you want to rob the tomb, you won't be so open-minded, right?"

Seeing that Wan Likai still kept setting up the "tent" in his hands, the Chinese compatriot wiped the sweat from his forehead, he looked at the military kettles and lunch boxes neatly placed together in Wan Likai's trolley, and said cautiously: "Have you seen clearly, this is the Chinese martyrs' cemetery!" It's all buried in a bunch of poor soldiers, and even if you dig up all their graves, what valuable will you find? ”

Wan Likai didn't pay attention to this Chinese compatriot at all, he just quickly assembled his simple tent, and the Chinese compatriot who was still not giving up simply threw the big bag in his hand to the ground, found a comfortable position for himself, and watched Wan Likai busy and wanton. He was still muttering in his mouth, "Pretend, pretend." I don't believe that's what you're going to do, and you want to use this method to break me apart, no way! Hehe, I, Liu Shaolong, am not a fool! ”

Three hours later, Wan Likai finally finished the work at hand, and he couldn't help but show a satisfied expression when he looked at the crooked building that looked more like a refugee camp than a refugee camp. Practice makes perfect is not bad at all, and now his level of building "tents" seems to have improved a lot.

Wan Likai put on the coarse cloth gloves he bought from a Vietnamese villager for five cents a piece, and casually picked up his large heavy hammer. Gently weighed its weight, not to mention that he had "robbed" the tomb for more than forty days like this, his strength had really grown a lot, and now he was carrying the same heavy hammer in his hand, but he felt much lighter.

Liu Shaolong's eyes widened, looking at Wan Likai as an understatement, with the appearance of an old god, carrying an oversized hammer, and walking to the tombstone of a Chinese [***] person.

"He's not really going to do it, is he?"

As soon as this thought came to Liu Shaolong's heart, he heard a loud "bang", and the heavy hammer in Wan Likai's hand smashed into the cement grave bag without any tricks.

This kid openly robbed the tomb in broad daylight, and he still stole the tomb of the [***] person guarded by the villagers! At this time, Liu Shaolong's face turned green.

"Bang! Bang! Bang......"

Liu Shaolong's eyes widened again, he must admit that Wan Likai is really a fucking professional who smashes cement graves and robs tombs, otherwise how could more than a dozen hammers go down, and dozens of deeper and deeper cracks appear in the hard cement grave bags? !

Seeing Wan Likai smashing more and more vigorously, smashing like fire, smashing the sky angry and resentful, smashing the ghost crying god, Liu Shaolong's face turned blue and white, he suddenly couldn't help jumping up, pointing at Wan Likai and shouting: "Crazy!" Lunatic! Lunatic! I see, you're a madman, you're a big lunatic!! ”

Hearing such an evaluation, Wan Likai couldn't help but laugh wildly. "Hahaha...... Crazy, that's right, I'm crazy! Hahaha......"

Without this ability to endure the eyes of thousands of people, without this kind of almost pathological attachment, how can a person create miracles, and why can he stand out among all living beings and become a hero admired by all?

There may really be a thin line between a madman and a hero!

The sound of a gong sounded in the distance, and a large group of villagers brandished wooden sticks, horse forks, kitchen knives and other things in their hands, and rushed towards the Chinese [***] martyrs' cemetery.

"Run, we'll be killed by them!"

Liu Shaolong is still righteous, after dropping a warning, he grabbed his handbag and ran away, Wan Likai really didn't expect that with Liu Shaolong's stature and obesity, he could run faster than a rabbit chased by a hunting dog.

Wan Likai did not put down the hammer in his hand, he slowly walked to his trolley.

"Brush!"

A red banner was heavily planted by Wan Likai on the territory of the martyr's cemetery belonging to the Chinese [***] people. This rough handmade red flag fluttered in the wind, and the five big characters "I am Chinese" written in charcoal pen on it fluttered like flames.

Wan Likai ignored the Vietnamese villagers who were holding weapons and obviously killing him, he raised the hammer in his hand high again, and smashed it down with all his might. Even when he was surrounded by Vietnamese villagers inside and outside several times, when he couldn't escape, Wan Likai's work did not stop.

There was a sound of questioning or scolding around, and in the face of Wan Likai, a guy who dared to defy the world's condemnation and was even more arrogant and presumptuous, those Vietnamese villagers who had an absolute advantage in numbers surprisingly did not attack immediately.

Is it because someone understands the words on the red flag erected by Wan Likai, or is it because at this time, Wan Likai's immature spirit gradually disappeared, and the man with the two excellent qualities of calmness and perseverance was being replaced by a flamboyant and wild righteousness, which made them feel that they could not be enemies at all in their hearts?

"Who are you?"

It wasn't until he finally heard the stiff but familiar Chinese that Wan Likai finally stopped what he was doing, and as Sino-Vietnamese relations returned to normal, business transactions became more and more frequent, and there were more and more Vietnamese people who could speak a few words of Chinese. Wan Likai turned his head, he glanced at the person who was talking to him, his eyes that were like the red flag that was constantly fluttering around him, exuding flames, instantly stabbed the man in his fifties in front of him.

Wan Likai pointed to the red flag beside him and said proudly: "Chinese! ”

"What are you going to do?"

"Take them home!"

"But this is the land of Vietnam!" Speaking of this, the Vietnamese man's tone had gradually changed: "The political axe has entrusted us with the task of guarding the martyrs' cemetery, and we have the responsibility to protect it!" I believe that neither Vietnam nor you in China will tolerate such behavior! ”

Wan Likai glared at the Vietnamese villager in front of him, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed to the tall heroic monument at the front of the martyrs' cemetery, and roared loudly: "Tell me, what is that?" ”

"Monument to Heroes!"

"They're heroes, not invaders, not criminals, they're friends who helped you, they're heroes you have to identify with, aren't they?"

In the face of Wan Likai's inquiry, the Vietnamese villager nodded without hesitation: "Yes!" ”

Wan Likai stood next to the red flag at this time, and he was really angry, and he said word by word: "The land belongs to you in Vietnam." However, people are us in China! ”

"It is indeed your moral duty to take care of them, and they are friends who have helped you with their lives. But now, you don't have to carry out this moral responsibility anymore! Wan Likai pointed to his chest and said in a deep voice: "Because the remaining responsibilities and obligations will be completed by their compatriots and their relatives!" If anyone says that we Chinese do not have such rights and obligations, it is nonsense! If anyone wants to stop me from bringing these Chinese heroes home, reuniting them with their relatives, and treating them as they deserve in China, they are my enemies!! ”

Enemy!

For the servicemen of the 5th Special Unit, the only way for them to face the enemy is to attack, attack, and attack!

For the soldiers of the Fifth Special Unit, in the face of the enemy, the lion pounced on the rabbit and did his best, and the old rabbit and eagle died without regrets!

Although Wan Likai was surrounded and isolated at this time, he stood there, and he really stepped on the ground with the blue sky above his head, who would dare to think that such a man was a weak and bullying target who could make people do whatever they wanted? !

I don't know what the Vietnamese man who can understand Chinese said to the surrounding villagers, a group of villagers, you look at me, I look at you, and then look at Wan Likai standing proudly, and finally they slowly dispersed.

Suddenly, someone bowed to Wan Likai, Wan Likai stood proudly, he was on behalf of the [***] people who were buried here in order to help Vietnam build Vietnam, and he was rightly respected. Then Wan Likai bent his waist in front of these Vietnamese villagers.

On behalf of the families of these martyrs who have been guarded by the villagers for decades, and on behalf of millions of Chinese soldiers, he sincerely salutes these villagers.

When all the villagers had dispersed, Wan Likai raised the hammer again, and at this moment, he heard a sigh.

"I must say, you are good, you are a real man!"

Hearing these words, Wan Likai turned his head back, and when he saw the person standing behind him, Wan Likai couldn't help but widen his eyes. It's Liu Shaolong, he actually ran back again!

"The more I think about it, the more wrong it becomes, you don't look like a fool who is stupid enough to kill himself. Some people say that curiosity kills cats, and that's true, knowing that coming back will be dangerous, I can't help but sneak back. ”

Liu Shaolong carried the huge handbag on his shoulder, and his round face was covered with sweat. Thinking about carrying such a heavy handbag and running so fast is already the result of his extraordinary physical performance, right?

"I also served as a soldier, but unfortunately I was in the army, just an ordinary big soldier. When I was studying military technology, I always held the class back, and when it came to ideological awareness, I always had to be criticized by the company instructor by name. Later, when my military age expired, I returned to my hometown as a rural hukou, and my life remained the same, and there were no comrades-in-arms who had no contact with such an unangry guy as me. It's as if I had been a soldier and carried a gun, but it was just a long dream. ”

Liu Shaolong looked at Wan Likai and said in a low voice: "I have imagined you just like you just now, to be an upright man and an admirable hero." But I can't do it, after all, I'm just a stupid and stupid guy who likes to dream. ”

Wan Likai remained silent, he really didn't know what to say in the face of such a man.

Liu Shaolong silently took out some things from his handbag and put them in Wan Likai's trolley, "I think, I should stay and accompany you to bring the bones of these heroes back to China, but even this I can't do it." I am a husband and father of two, and our whole family is counting on me to make ends meet. That's all I can do for you...... I'm sorry! ”

Liu Shaolong carried his handbag on his back and ran away as if fleeing for his life. And the things he left Wan Likai are really miscellaneous and varied, including leather gloves, anti-inflammatory drugs, a radio that may be able to receive Chinese radio programs and a few dry batteries, and even electronic watches that I don't know which warehouse to dig out, no matter the style, the function is definitely more than the outdated products.

It is estimated that in the era when China has just opened up, the so-called "international friends" of some developed countries also went to China to pan for gold with such outdated products, with a high-minded mentality, and with flashy and expensive prices, right?

Thinking of this, Wan Likai couldn't help but think of the "help" and "friendliness" of the company (no typo, I believe everyone knows who it is).

In the early days of reform and opening up, China hoped to improve the backward status quo of China's telecommunications through the purchase of telecommunications equipment through bidding. At the beginning, the company provided a full set of equipment at a low price, and it was easy to beat European and American countries and get the contract. As a result, they hoped to always be one step ahead of China's communications industry, they did not sell the most advanced equipment, did not do technology transfer, and took advantage of the characteristics of the transmission interface and international incompatibility of the communications industry to jam China's neck, and in the 80s, they only sold China's vertical and horizontal switching equipment, and the program-controlled digital machines demanded sky-high prices. What's even more shameless is that once the equipment sold to China is partially damaged, the price of replacing a spare part is likely to be worth a set of original equipment.

The company thought that China did not have the determination to break the wrist and eliminate all the networks to get rid of their control.

But they were wrong!

China, at the cost of eliminating all networks, has re-accepted the equipment and technology transfer of European and American companies, and eliminated the equipment of the company!

This kind of strong man breaking his wrist is a kind of luck for China, but also a kind of misfortune!

Wan Likai sincerely hopes that China will not suffer this kind of loss and fall for this kind of fool in the future.

"Bang! Bang! Bang......"

Lonely life, intense physical labor, in such cranky thoughts, day by day.

Coming to this new environment, Wan Likai is still relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, and those kind Vietnamese villagers will still secretly send some food to Wan Likai.

Two weeks later, when Liu Shaolong pinched an empty handbag, carefully covered his pocket, and returned to this place, Wan Likai was using a shovel to carefully shovel away the soil in a grave bag that had been smashed open by him. Watching Wan Likai jump into the grave, with the same tenderness as carrying his lover to bed, he carried a completely air-dried corpse into his arms, and then carefully brought it to the ground, Liu Shaolong felt that his stomach was tight.

Liu Shaolong put down two bottles of canned food and a pack of biscuits, and a piece of chocolate that was much better than the previous one in terms of packaging and taste, then covered his mouth and ran away. He knew that he was very cowardly and ordinary compared to Wan Likai, but at least he didn't want Wan Likai to see him vomit!

A month and a half later, when Liu Shaolong walked to this place where he had already been here twice with new goods, although he had enough preparations in his heart, he was still stunned.

Because, Wan Likai is still there. He was still vigorously swinging the heavy hammer that had already been changed once in his hand, and behind him were more than twenty cement grave bags that he had smashed open. In Wan Likai's "tent", there are more than 20 urns of all kinds.

Liu Shaolong has really never seen such a person, a guy who is so stupid that people are embarrassed and stupid that people are moved.

(To be continued)