"Time waits for no one, it really waits for no one!" A loud voice sounded in the darkness, "What era is it?" The nineties! On the eve of great changes!

The woolly bear is finished, and we are standing on the edge of the cliff. The West is about to enter the Internet age, and the whole world is developing rapidly. I don't have time to take my time, there are so many things that need to be transformed.

If I can become a trendsetter of the times, I will attract the attention of the whole society. The media will come and report on it.

I'm going to be a big name, a business authority, an idol star. I can baptize the people spiritually and point out a road to heaven. ”

Yes......

Xiao Jinlang woke up suddenly, sweating profusely.

The train was still clattering and rocking, moving forward. The vision was dim, only the night light in the aisle of the carriage was on. It was still far from the imperial capital, and the long-distance train didn't even reach half of the road.

The hard seat was too uncomfortable, Xiao Jinlang asked the conductor, spent a little more money, and finally made up a hard sleeper ticket.

After ten o'clock in the evening, the fluorescent lights of the sleeper compartment went out. Except for a few coughs and a child's cry, only the impact of wheels and rails was heard.

Xiao Jinlang finally fell asleep, not understanding how he could have nightmares. He couldn't sleep anymore and went down the aisle of the carriage to the water room to wash his face.

But there was no water in the water room, but a miserable white face was reflected in the mirror of the water room.

The young man who was also high-spirited back then was particularly haggard in middle age. His hair was half black and half white, his cheeks were thin and sunken, and his eyes were staring blankly and lifeless.

"What's the point of living half my life?" Xiao Jinlang leaned on the small table and chair in the aisle and slowly sat down on his ass. He felt flustered and palpitated, and he was still uncomfortable.

This is the price of perennial fatigue outside the home, all kinds of illnesses and suffering. Heart, liver, kidneys and stomach, Xiao Jinlang has few organs that are still working normally.

"If I die right now, how many people will remember me?"

Asking himself, Xiao Jinlang shook his head bitterly. In the past, he was very proud of his work, and he always felt that he had exposed the ugly, punished the darkness, and fought crime.

But......

A young man taught him a lesson.

"The economy, the economy, the economy, all the problems are economic problems in the end.

Don't think that a good economy means that you just have money. Affluence is only one symptom of economic development.

A good economy represents order, prosperity and stability, and a complete and self-correcting social system.

If the economy does not develop, the problems you expose will emerge one after another. If the economy is not good, the so-called conscience and shame will become ridiculous.

Didn't the politics class teach you to distinguish between primary and secondary contradictions? You think you're great, but in fact you're not getting the point right at all, you're just a doctor with a headache, a sore foot, and a pastemaker tinkering. ”

Xiao Jinlang had a headache to death, and he held his head and made a miserable painful sound. Sweat was dripping from his forehead, and he wanted to roar against the young man who had completely denied his twenty years of struggle.

"Comrade, how are you, comrade?"

Xiao Jinlang felt that his shoulder was being tapped. He glanced up and saw several travelers surrounding him. The conductor hurried over and helped him to the sleeper and lay down.

A lot of people probed their brains, and they were all talking about it, it must be sick.

"I'm fine, I'm just a little uncomfortable." Xiao Jinlang waved his hand, he was much more relaxed after lying down, and declined the kindness of others.

An old man in his sixties sat up opposite the sleeper, and took out a bottle of 'Huoxiang Zhengqi Water' from his small box, "Young man, it is inevitable that you will have a headache and brain fever when you go out, and you will feel better if you drink some medicine." ”

Xiao Jinlang took the small medicine bottle and said with a wry smile: "I'm not young anymore. ”

The old man smiled, "Younger than me." You seem to have a lot on your mind, what's the matter? I'll help you with the staff officer. ”

Maybe it was because of the complete strangeness and the turbulent mood, Xiao Jinlang wanted to talk instead. He smiled wryly: "I was taught a lesson by a real young man.

As soon as I closed my eyes, my mind was full of the words that the kid was scolding me. I was scolded by him so miserably, and I felt that I had achieved nothing in the past 20 years of work. ”

The old man smiled, did not comment, and asked, "What does that young man do?" ”

"Smugglers."

"Yo, that's amazing."

"But he's not just smuggling. That guy did a lot of things, opened a company, ran a business, and even took land from the government to build a house. ”

"This young man is not small."

"The main reason is that he somehow got a lot of foreign exchange, and it is rumored that he has hundreds of millions of Hong Kong dollars in assets, and the local government has to indulge him."

"This young man's background is not ordinary, and he is inevitably arrogant."

After chatting a few words, Xiao Jinlang was in a better mood, and asked the old man, "What do you do?" ”

"I'm from Wuhan, and I retired and gave my job to the second child in my family. In some places, small factories need technical guidance, so I run around to earn some consulting fees. What about you? ”

"I ......" Xiao Jinlang has always avoided mentioning his official occupation and identity, "I got on the bus from Tianyang and went there on a business trip." ”

"Tianyang." The old man was a little interested, "I heard that there is a 'Holy Light Machinery' in Tianyang that hires engineering consultants with a high salary, with a monthly salary of 1,000. Is this going to happen? ”

The old man said and took out a newspaper.

Zhou Qingfeng's advertising has now been done in the provincial media, and the influence is getting bigger and bigger.

Xiao Jinlang read the recruitment advertisement the size of dried tofu in the newspaper, and he was very angry - how could he encounter something related to that bastard boy anywhere?

"Yes." Xiao Jinlang really understood the situation that the old man asked. He briefly described the recruitment requirements and treatment of 'Holy Light Machinery', and also confirmed that the monthly salary of 1,000 yuan was not fake.

The old man was excited, "I'm getting old, and it's really unbearable to run around." If there is a private company that can afford a monthly salary of 1,000 yuan, I would like to apply. ”

Xiao Jinlang suddenly sat on the wax, he just responded casually, and actually acted as a free propagandist for Zhou Qingfeng.

The old man listened to Xiao Jinlang in detail, "Comrade, do you have anything to do with this 'Holy Light Machine'?" ”

If there is a relationship of hatred, does it count?

Xiao Jinlang felt awkward in his heart. He didn't want to make a meaningless denial, so he could only nod and say, "It's a little related." ”

"Do you have a contact number?" The old man asked again.

Xiao Jinlang's little black book really remembers it. He reluctantly took out the book, and when he opened it, it was a business card - Zhou Qingfeng's.

Journalists have a habit of collecting business cards, good or bad, so that they can come in handy at critical moments.

This business card was given by Zhou Qingfeng himself, and Xiao Jinlang verbally said that he would never return to Tianyang, but his professional habits made him keep the business card.

When the business card was taken out, the old man immediately exclaimed: "Oh, the real person doesn't show his face." You all have the business card of the president of 'Holy Light Machinery', and the relationship must be very unusual. ”

The relationship between wanting to send that bastard to prison is indeed very unusual.

"I can't talk about it, I can't talk about it." Xiao Jinlang hurriedly waved his hand, as if he was stained with this relationship.

"Be humble, be humble." The old man also took out a small notebook, wrote down Zhou Qingfeng's number, and returned the business card with both hands.

The train stopped right at the passing station, and the mobile phone had a signal.

The old man looked at his watch, shook his head again, and said, "Find a time tomorrow to call and ask." If that happens, thank you. By the way, comrade's surname? ”

"My surname is Xiao." Xiao Jinlang answered, and he added, "The surname Zhou runs around every day, and it's no problem for you to call him whenever you call." ”

"Really?" The old man didn't know if any tendon was touched, so he really found a mobile phone and started dialing.

Xiao Jinlang wanted to stop it too late, and suddenly felt a little troublesome.

The phone was answered quickly, and Zhou Qingfeng really didn't sleep. The old man was engaged in mold casting, and he was engaged in engine shell casting in Wuhan state-owned enterprises.

This is definitely a high-end talent, and it will be especially important in 30 years. However, the treatment of skilled workers in China has always been low, resulting in high-quality talents not being employed in this direction.

Zhou Qingfeng is engaged in motor tricycles, and the engine with a displacement of 50 milliliters is the most critical component. He listened to the decision on the spot to set a monthly salary of 1,000 for the old man who called, a full set of benefits, and even covered the travel expenses.

The old man laughed and was very happy, and casually talked about how he was woken up in the middle of the night, and when he met a good person, he immediately sold Xiao Jinlang.

Old Xiao hated to slap himself a few times, but the old man handed over the mobile phone with a smile, "Comrade Xiao, you and Mr. Zhou really have a deep relationship." ”

Zhou Qingfeng's voice came from the phone.

"Old Xiao, Xiao Jinlang, speak. Why are you such a big man? If you want to admit your mistake to me, you don't have to turn around like this.

I hate you literati, twisting and pinching, and acting like a girl. Hurry up and get to work, I'm about to make a big move. ”

"What tsundere? I warn you kid not to talk nonsense. Xiao Jinlang became angry, "I won't admit any mistakes to you." You are delusional! ”