It was the first time I slept so well on the train, and I just felt that I woke up naturally, and the sound of the train moving fast and the sound of tapping the keyboard sounded in my ears.

I slowly opened my eyes and felt a little dizzy, probably sleeping too much.

He sat up slowly, yawned, rubbed his blurry eyes, and saw that the boy in the bunk opposite was still sitting there, tapping on the keyboard quickly.

The girl in the middle bunk was already asleep, I put on my shoes, walked to the sink and washed my face, looked at the time, good guy, it was past six o'clock in the evening, and it was dark when I woke up.

I walked to the smoking place, lit a cigarette, and looked out the car window at the bleak scenery, the fields in late autumn were barren, and the golden plants showed that life was exhausted and declining.

The further north the train went, the cooler the temperature became, and the cabin was not yet heated, and the chill hit me, making me shiver.

I pinched out the cigarette butt and walked back to the bunk, putting my coat on my body and rubbing my cold hands.

"Hello, what are you doing?"

Driven by a strong curiosity, I asked the boy why he kept operating the computer.

He raised his lake-like eyes, glanced at me, then lowered his head and continued typing on the keyboard, and said hoarsely, "I'm writing code." ”

I suddenly realized that he was originally engaged in IT, I have always had a sense of awe for programmers, I feel that they are god-like existence, they can make software, games, APP, websites, and even hackers, in the rapid development of the Internet industry, the profession of IT engineer will definitely have a bright future, show their talents.

I looked at him again, this guy who looked like an Indian, spoke Chinese so well, he looked like a scholar or a talented guy.

"You've been staring at the computer, don't your eyes hurt?"

I took off my shoes and sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at him with curiosity on my face.

His keyboard tapped down, and instead of looking up at me, he frowned, as if I had interrupted his train of thought, and looked a little tired.

"No way, you have to finish it before you get off the bus, otherwise you won't be able to make a difference."

"Oh, that's hard."

I muttered, and seeing that he was busy, I also lay down and took out my phone to look at it.

My stomach growled, and I hadn't eaten since noon, so I didn't care if the food on the train was good or bad, so let's talk about it first.

I put on my shoes again and walked to the dining car, where I saw that it was full of passengers, boiling and crowded.

"Let's go back to our car and wait, the dining car will deliver a boxed lunch later."

A young woman in her thirties looked at me and signaled that it was overcrowded.

I returned to the car disappointed to see that the boy had put away his laptop.

"Done?"

I asked curiously.

"Well, that's pretty much it."

He stood up, stretched, and moved his somewhat stiff arms.

"You should be paid a lot, right?"

I looked at him with a gossip expression on my face, what does it have to do with how much people earn and what does it matter, it's really nerve.

After hearing this, he smiled bitterly and said, "Fortunately, the annual salary is more than 400,000." ”

He said it very indifferently, as if this number was just the tip of the iceberg.

I looked at him with wide eyes and an incredulous expression, unable to speak for a long time.

"Do you think it's more, or too little?"

He sat on the bunk, crossed his arms, and looked at me thoughtfully.

"I think it's a lot."

I said stupidly, thinking to myself, when will I earn 400,000 a year.

"What do you think is a lot? The company gives me a salary of 400,000 yuan a year, but I can create tens of millions of profits for the company every year. ”

The boy looked at me with a straight face, and he sat there motionless, like a statue with a serious expression, giving people an invisible sense of oppression.

I don't have words, I don't know what to say, maybe I don't know much about the industry, so I don't have much in common with him.

"What do you do?"

He took off his shoes and half-lay down on his bunk, leaning over to look at me.

I was speechless for a while, I was obviously unemployed, but I still had a stall.

"I'm a street vendor."

I pursed my lips and watched his expression.

"Uh, what are you selling?"

He seems to be interested in setting up a stall.

I took off my coat, put it next to my pillow, leaned back on the carriage, and muttered, "Groceries, clothing and groceries." ”

"Oh, is it profitable?"

He continued to ask.

"It's okay, and the profit on every item is very good."

"Then have you considered e-commerce platforms to promote online and offline sales?"

He covered himself with a quilt, the white of which contrasted sharply with his dark skin.

"I'm running a small business, so there's no need to build an e-commerce platform, and I don't know anything about online stores."

I explained to him the scale of my business.

"Then you should be more far-sighted and plan ahead."

I looked at him and asked, "What do you mean?" ”

"That is to say, although your current business scale is small, if you want to expand the scale, you must do market research in advance, as well as early product promotion, formulate marketing strategies, and annual sales plans, etc."

He said a lot of technical terms in one breath that I didn't understand, but seeing that he was serious and talked endlessly, I nodded suspiciously.

"Also, you said that it is very profitable to peddle small commodities, then you can be a distributor within the scope of economic ability, buy in large quantities, buy at a low price, sell at a high price, if the sales situation in this area is very optimistic, then you can establish a site in other provinces, full agency, dragnet sales, and even export your own small goods abroad, so that in a few years, your multinational company will be established."

He said lightly, a flash of excitement flashed in his clear eyes, as if this thing had been done.

I thought for a moment, looked at him and said, "You are really active in thinking, and you know the way to do business, so why don't you open an IT Internet company and be your own boss?" ”

Actually, I always wanted to ask him this question, but for the sake of face, I never asked, and just now he described to me the birth of a business empire, which made me more curious and more confused.

After he listened, his dark cheeks were as indifferent as water, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he said softly: "My industry is a sunset industry, there are thousands of programmers in the country, but there are very few who can get my salary, business is equivalent to gambling, there are wins and losses, and doing business is also a metaphysics, in the most sluggish years, there are also people who make a lot of money, in the best years, there are also people who lose their blood and lose their money, and they are bankrupt, if I resign rashly and start my own business, the probability of success is only 50%, If I continue to work for this company now, I can still get 100% paid, so why not? ”

He took out his wallet, took out a business card and handed it to me, and said, "This is my business card, if your business becomes stronger and bigger in the future, you need website promotion, or online sales, you can contact me." ”

I took the business card, and it said Mr. Smith, Technical Director of Yuehua Internet Technology Group.

I nodded sheepishly and slipped my business card into my pocket.

"Lunch box, hot box lunch."

When the lunch seller came, I hurriedly put on my shoes and came to the corridor, where I saw a middle-aged man pushing a food cart and shouting loudly.

"How much does it cost?"

I stared at the white box on the food truck and asked about the price.

"22, hot, last trip, no dinner if you don't eat."

His eyes were full of acne, and under the light, he exuded a greasy glow, which made me sick to my stomach.

"Oh, bring me a box."

Sitting on the bunk, I opened the lunch box, there were two dishes in it, a mapo tofu and a mushu persimmon, the amount of dishes was very small, and the rice was the majority, I picked up disposable chopsticks and devoured them.

The taste is not bad, compared to the last time I had a meal on the train, this time I was very satisfied.

It was late at night, the temperature dropped suddenly, the lights were turned off in the sleeper car, and I lay on the bunk, wrapped in a tight quilt, drowsy.

In a trance, I came to a world of ice and snow, where everything was covered in snow, shaking my eyes stinging.

The rows of spired-roof houses do not look like Chinese architecture, the rectangular chimneys smoke from the roofs, the blue sky is cloudless, and the broad-leaved pines in the mountains and forests are covered with a thick layer of snow, as if covered with a quilt.

"Wang Tao?"

A familiar voice sounded behind me, and I hurriedly turned around, it was Sun Kai.

"Xiao Kai, why are you here?"

I was a little surprised, I didn't know where this was, but I simply ran into Sun Kai.

Sun Kai put his hands in his pockets, wearing a long black cotton coat, his face was cold, and a trace of mist would rise from his mouth every time he breathed.

"Don't get out of here yet."

He suddenly looked stern, and his eyes shot a sharp light, looking at me unquestionably.

I didn't know why, but I was surprised and asked, "What, what?" Why let me roll? ”

"Because it doesn't belong to you at all."

He walked slowly towards me, his feet creaking through the snow.

"What a peaceful and quiet picture, snowy and ethereal, just because of your arrival, the beautiful scenery here has become dimmed, so, please leave and get away."

He walked up to me, his cold cheeks just a few centimeters away from me.

"Your arrival will only hinder my career development."

Looking at Sun Kai who was close at hand, everything was so real, but there was half an ethereal in the real, I couldn't tell whether it was this dream or the reality, the headache-inducing warning and this empty white world made me extremely disgusted, but I couldn't get rid of it.

"I'm not leaving."

I puffed up my chest with a fearless expression.

A sneer tugged at the corner of Sun Kai's mouth, and suddenly, he took out a dagger from his pocket and stabbed it directly into my stomach.

"Then go die."

With a hideous face and losing his mind, he drew his dagger and plunged deep into it once more.

I covered my stomach with my hands, frowned, cold sweat trickled down my forehead, the sharp pain made me bend over, only to feel that my whole body was numb, my legs and feet were sore, and the feeling of fatigue and weakness occupied my whole body, I slowly fell on the blood-stained snow, and slowly closed my eyes.

I woke up, my stomach was churning like a sea, I grabbed a stack of tissues, walked to the bathroom, and it looked like I had a bad stomach after dinner.

After flushing the urinal, I walked to the smoking area, lit a cigarette, the dawn broke and took away the heavy night, hometown, I am back again.