Zhou Kaiying rode by on an old tricycle, the tricycle stubbornly whimpered, saw his man squatting at the door, and didn't go home, and parked the tricycle directly at the door.

The car was full of piles of old books, all of which she had taken from her eldest brother's scrapyard, and because she couldn't tell the difference between good and bad, she still needed her own man to pick and choose from it every day after pulling them back.

Only books with good quality and content are eligible to enter Wen Chunhua's small bookstall.

Wen Chunhua took down bags of books from the tricycle, and all of them fell to the ground, and the dust and musty smell drilled into his nose one by one.

Picking and picking among the stacks of books at random, he took out an old newspaper, glanced at it twice, put it in front of Ling Er, and said to Ling Er, "Look, this is last month's newspaper, do you know what to say?"

The word used by the official newspaper is: Weak!

What does it mean?

The world is in a recession, what kind of business tycoon did you just say, don't look at your current laundry detergent sales, go on according to this situation, the situation is not good, I don't know how long it will last. ”

"The difficulties are only temporary." Ling Er understands the situation in front of him, this time Western capitalism is surprisingly united, they want to dominate the world according to their will.

The upheavals in Eastern Europe met their expectations, and the only stubborn one was China.

The enthusiastic Western world is not discouraged, and they still carry the great spirit of internationalism, devote themselves to selfless propaganda work, and strive to inform the Chinese people about the situation in Eastern Europe.

What, you don't follow along?

Turnips don't work, that's just a stick.

A big country like China can either make the whole world obedient or make the world an enemy, there is no third way, and there is only death if you kneel.

Many construction sites in Pujiang have been suspended, foreign trade exports have declined, enterprises have lost money, workers have lost their jobs, inflation has increased, and there is a smell of "mourning" in the newspapers.

The peasants who moved into the city became more and more unpopular.

As in the past, they are still not qualified to be called migrant workers, and the official title should be "blind stream", and everyone agrees that their existence is to add to the city management and cause chaos in the city.

They don't have the legitimacy to enter the city, they are "wandering" over, and after many frustrated people slowly return to their hometowns, Ling Long's steamed bun shop business is not so good.

"I don't know anything else, anyway, the scrap is not good," Zhou Kaiying said with a smile, "When I was just in the second year of junior high school, the school was closed, and I didn't have the time to accompany those stupid students to mess around, so I followed my brother to guard the door of a government unit, all day and night, taking turns to post big newspapers, several layers of pasting together, as soon as the family left, my small iron hook to the wall casually scratched, a lot a day, casually can be sold for 200 yuan." ”

"Is that okay?" Ling Er thought she was bragging.

"Why not?" Zhou Kaiying asked rhetorically, she still missed herself, "Then you will make a fortune with scrap products, even if you say that you are a 10,000-yuan household now, people look down on you, our family, it is my Abba who is timid, otherwise it would have been developed a long time ago." ”

In the evening, Wang Gang drove his dilapidated van to pick up Ling Er, and he bought two foreign exchange coupons for the admission ticket to the "Night Shanghai" nightclub for 888 yuan per person, just because he wanted to take Ling Er to "Night Shanghai" to have a long experience, which was regarded as a farewell ceremony for Ling Er.

"It's a panic to burn a lot of money," Wen Chunhua sneered, "I heard that the ticket to an ordinary song hall costs thirty, a singing song costs five yuan, and a bottle of German beer costs ten yuan, not to mention the nightclub, you go, there are no two thousand yuan to prepare, not enough to spend." ”

"I didn't want to take you there, what are you bothering about," Wang Gang said with a smile, "There are more people going to play inside, I have this condition, what's wrong with taking Xiao Er to play?"

"He's still a kid!" Wen Chunhua said angrily, "Don't let you be broken." ”

"Forget it, you transfer the foreign exchange vouchers to scalpers, I'm not interested in these." Often walking by the river, how can there be no wet shoes, every young man has a warm social heart, whenever night falls, he watches them shiver in the cold wind, long legs and shoulders exposed, not even a decent clothes, very pitiful.

Therefore, he has been fighting on the front line of sending warmth all year round.

As for now, as Wen Chunhua said, he is still a child, and he feels that his ability is limited, so he must do what he can.

"Really?" Wang Gang said, "I haven't been there either, but I heard that it's quite lively inside." ”

Ling Er said with a smile, "The college entrance examination is coming soon, where do I have the leisure to join in the excitement, don't go, I won't leave you to eat at night, your hotel business is also busy, on the way back, by the way, tell Ling Long, my jeep is reserved for him to drive, just let him have time to drive over." ”

Wang Gang said, "Okay, I'll come over tomorrow morning to see you off." ”

I ate at Wen Chunhua's house in the evening, ate a good meal, walked along the riverside as usual, and didn't pay attention to it, and found that Xin Longhua didn't know when to "keep pace with the times" and have an extra dance hall that sings karaoke.

"Shi" is the "dazed" after China's reform and opening up with the world, and the young people who have read more points do not have the resilience of their parents, and suddenly see the scene of the Western world, their hearts are unbalanced.

Born as a human being, born as a Chinese, I really feel guilty! They open their eyes to the world, and they are at the bottom.

What the future looks like, from top to bottom, I can't say it accurately, anyway, it's unsatisfactory.

In the past, it was socialism that saved China, but now only China can save socialism, and confusion and depression are intertwined in their hearts.

Taking the TOEFL, taking the GRE, and striving to go out of the country, this seems to be the only way out, but "my parents love the motherland and have no relatives overseas", non-direct and non-collateral, and it is not fun to go abroad.

The whole world is making trouble, and where there is no accident, what is expected to happen?

Expectations are ultimately disappointed, so you can only shout "nothing" in two voices, so it's always okay, right?

Lao Tzu is angry, don't mess with me!

In the air, there is a bit of a luxurious and erosive smell.

In stark contrast to what Ling Er saw after returning to his hometown, the flood was endless.

In the middle of the ocean, there is not a place to perch.

Ling Er cried blankly.

Why do you have to be born again, why do you have to go through such an ordeal again?

The rampant rats were gnawing at his feet, and it did not delay him from taking the 1991 college entrance examination as scheduled.

Perhaps on impulse, he gave up his much-loved electrical major in his previous life and inexplicably chose the business school of Pujiang University.

He wants to make up for his weaknesses, he wants to go to the international market to get a piece of the pie, the same nose and two eyes, why can the West that started by sin eat and drink spicy food?

On the first day of enrollment in the new semester, he expressed his doubts in the self-introduction of the new students.

Classmates said he was an angry young man and he didn't care.

And even more so, "Every white man is born with blood on his hands." ”

Suddenly, he became an outlier among his classmates.

"You skip class every day, you don't study hard, you have to cherish the hard-won learning opportunities." Wen Chunhua was the first person to express his worries to Ling Er.

"Did you see me staying up late to read?" Ling Er sighed with emotion, "I'm moved by myself. ”

History remembers 1991 because of the end of the big brother of the Soviet Union.

In order to pay tribute to the USSR, to history, he had to do an empty ruble.

"Now, the foreign exchange control is tight." This is a person from eastern Guangdong introduced by Wen Chunhua who has also worked as an educated youth in northern Jiangsu and is now doing foreign exchange, and Ling Er wants to exchange US dollars from him.

"You Chaoshan guys want to go crazy for money, ten yuan for one dollar, why don't you grab it, the official is only six yuan." Jin Zhong, who was about to follow Ling Er to make a fortune, was the first to express his dissatisfaction.

"You are a Chaoshan guy, your whole family is a Chaoshan guy! Lao Tzu is from Shanwei! The foreign exchange professional who focused on non-standard Mandarin was a middle-aged man in his forties, swarthy, and not tall, and he was filled with righteous indignation when he heard Jin Zhong's words.

Lei Gong in the sky, Lufeng in the ground, Shanwei is too perfect! It's too embarrassing to be relatives with Jieyang and Chaozhou!

He can't tolerate a hint of blasphemy!

Ling Er thought he was both cute and amiable.

said with a smile, "Brother Cai, five million to get 600,000 US dollars, whether it will be successful or not, if it doesn't work, if it doesn't work, you should make a friend." ”

"Five hundred thousand." Cai Dongjie sighed and said, "Little brother, it's really tight, you don't want your brother to lose money, your brother should help you." ”

"Six hundred thousand," Ling Er didn't decide to give in, he said with a smile, "I still have to exchange the yuan in the end, and I'll let you earn two spreads." ”

Cai Dongjie said, "If it weren't for the fact that Lao Wen and I were born and died, I wouldn't have agreed to anything." ”

Hong Kong, such an international financial metropolis, Ling Er can't get in.

Wen Chunhua could only enter Hong Kong in the name of visiting his cousin, and then withdraw the $600,000 remitted by Cai Dongjie.

He entered the American investment company introduced by Cai Dongjie in a frightened heart, and the staff informed him of the risks in advance, and he trembled, but he thought of Ling Er, thought of everyone's trust, and thought of what Ling Er said, "One will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither", and he made up his mind to sell his "non-existent" ruble with so-called leverage in a way that he did not understand.

After leaving the port on the third day, he almost didn't cry.

He's a man with a wife and children!

Ling Er gave him a surprise and poured him full of wine, "You didn't calculate a hexagram for yourself?" ”

"If others don't know, can you still not know?" Looking at physiognomy and fortune-telling, he can be blinded by others, and he can also be blinded by himself? He sighed and said, "Ge is the entire net worth, how can your eldest nephew and your sister-in-law live?" ”

He also invested 50,000 yuan into it!

"I didn't let you vote, I left it to fate." Ling Er laughed.

Ling Long got married, and Ling Er's mind was not to go back to his hometown to do it, and to give the woman's parents a little money, which was more realistic, after all, life in the township would not be easy.

Ling Long discussed with his daughter-in-law Hou Chengyu and got approval, this year, his hometown is too difficult.

I don't do it in my hometown, but he has to invite a table for these people in Pujiang, otherwise it won't look very good.

He went to the market to buy candy and cigarettes, after all, it was a little cheaper than other places, but he met a familiar figure, his uncle Ling Daikun.

Standing on the street covered with sycamore leaves behind his back, it was the season to wear a jacket, but he was wearing a large gray jacket, which was out of place with his surroundings.

When Ling Long saw him the year before last, he was dressed like this.

Ling Long got on and off the bus at the nearest platform, turned around, and quietly followed behind Ling Daikun.

Finally stopped at the door of a private house, Ling Daikun sat at the door of the dim house, drinking liquor, eating peanuts, and occasionally taking two bites of steamed buns, with a happy face.

"The world is so small?" Ling Er never imagined that Ling Long would meet him Lao Tzu.

"Do you want to pick it up?" Ling Long asked.

"We'll talk about it then." Ling Er asked for the address clearly, and on the evening of the next day, he drove a jeep to find the place that Ling Long said.

This is a chaotic urban village, where locals build their own houses for rent, and the tenants are basically outsiders.

The yard is very small, and the light is obscured by the asbestos tiles that appear abruptly in mid-air, and it is very dim, and the ground is full of water stains, which are flowing out of the common faucet next to it, and the water is stuck on the uneven ground.

When the two suddenly looked at each other, they were stunned, they didn't expect that the meeting would be so sudden.

"Dad." Ling Long looked at Ling Daikun, who was pulling his slippers in the big autumn, and his tears seemed to be a little uncontrollable.

It's obviously a bit of a blame, why should he feel distressed!

At one point, he wished he was dead before he was clean.

"Hey." Ling Daikun smiled and followed his eldest son out of the yard, and on a small road, he saw his son take out a teacup from an unnamed car next to him and sip it.

"You don't have a job?" Ling Er asked.

Ling Daikun didn't speak, someone was passing by at this moment, and he hurriedly greeted, "This is my eldest son." ”

Before he knew it, his son was taller and stronger than him.

It seems that he still doesn't know each other.

"Your son." A middle-aged man dragged his accent and glanced at Ling Er, who was leaning in front of the car.

He didn't believe it, how could Ling Daikun have such a pompous son?

Ling Daikun touched his pocket, Ling Er opened the car door, and gave him a generation of China.

Ling Daikun proudly dismantled it and scattered it for the middle-aged man.