What is it like to be woken up from sleep by a newly buried friend?

Others don't know, anyway, Qi Jie is ...... now

I'm confused.

Yesterday, he watched Zhang Jun be pushed into the crematorium, and saw this guy's urn buried in the Jiugongshan Cemetery in Wuzhou City.

But after falling asleep, he found Zhang Jun standing in front of his bed in a daze.

This is......

Are you going to take me down?

Qi Jie had some drinks in his restaurant with a few friends who attended the funeral last night, and he was still a little confused.

He looked at Zhang Jun in front of him and said:

"Jun'er, what is lacking in the future will give me a dream, and I will burn it to you every New Year's holiday. By the way, do you want to burn a few more energetic big girls? So that you have a companion down there, too. ”

Zhang Jun in front of him raised his leg and kicked him:

"! Drinking stupidly after last night's fight, right? Hurry up and get up, Liu Hongwei asked me to call you! ”

After speaking, Zhang Jun turned around and raised his hand to tear off a page of the calendar hanging on the wall:

"On August 7, 1991, the twenty-seventh day of the sixth month of the lunar calendar, it is advisable to be buried and not to marry...... Tsk, it's a new day! ”

Yes?

In 1991?

Qi Jie on the bed was dumbfounded.

He rubbed his eyes, and then realized that he was not sleeping on the high-end leather bed imported from Italy at home, but a very cheap single bed.

He looked around and saw that it was not the large flat bedroom he was living in, but a small room with slightly mottled walls.

There is also a single bed across from my bed.

There were some futons scattered on the bed.

Obviously, this is a dormitory.

Qi Jie looked at Zhang Jun again, this guy was not the old and miserable appearance before he died of a heart attack.

Zhang Jun in front of him was tall and burly, with bright eyes, thick hair, a few pimples on his face, and a unique heroic energy of young people between his eyebrows.

Looks like eighteen or nineteen years old at most.

Zhang Jun was wearing a set of gray-black overalls that were somewhat loose, with a few words printed on his left chest:

【Maishu Steel】

Isn't this the factory uniform of the 90s?

Qi Jie looked at Zhang Jun in disbelief, and then looked at the calendar hanging on the wall.

It was indeed August 7, 1991, and the date was clearly legible.

Oh, my God!

Is this back to being young again?

He jumped out of bed and looked at a mirror hanging on the wall with a few cracks.

Yesterday, at Zhang Jun's funeral, the middle-aged handsome guy who sighed that the years were urging people to grow old was gone, and was replaced by a handsome guy with a face full of collagen.

He pinched his face.

Look seriously at the handsome face in the mirror.

It's like a dream.

After attending Zhang Jun's funeral yesterday, Qi Jie also reminded friends of the same age to pay attention to their bodies, hoping that everyone can "run away for half their lives and return as teenagers".

He just used the golden sentence on the Internet to sigh.

But I didn't expect that after a sleep, I really went back to thirty years ago and became a teenager who had run away for half his life.

Flags really can't be set up randomly.

It's going to work.

He straightened his hair, looked at the handsome face in the mirror, and whispered:

"Hello, boy!"

In 1991, Qi Jie was eighteen years old.

It is the age of the prime.

Call......

It's a bit of a pity that I'm struggling for those assets.

A daily restaurant, a large flat-floor house in the center of the city with an area of 360 square meters, as well as a suburban villa and a Mercedes-Benz G63.

This is what he has worked hard for half his life.

But this tens of millions of net worth disappeared with the sudden rebirth.

Wood has.

Everything is wooden.

Qi Jie felt a pang of regret in his heart.

But when the money is gone, you can earn it again.

After all, this was the early nineties, a golden age for business development.

As long as you grasp the opportunity, let alone tens of millions, even hundreds of millions and billions, it is not a problem.

But what Qi Jie is worried about is-

"It's good to give a hint in advance.,Reborn coldly.,The browsing history of the mobile phone and computer has not been deleted at all.,This ...... Don't blink your eyes to death! ”

He patted his head.

A pained expression.

Qi Jie in his previous life had a failed marriage, but after the divorce, he worked hard and finally succeeded.

The reason why he worked hard to make money was to marry a better face-slapping ex-wife.

But after having money, I found that:

"It's so cool to be single, and a fool only gets married!"

So although he is middle-aged, he has never been married, and lives a prodigal life of drunken paper and gold all day long.

In this case, the browsing history of mobile phones and computers will naturally not be made public.

And those notes on WeChat, such as babies, babies, sweethearts, and pets, are estimated to cause an uproar once they are seen by others.

"Alas, I can't imagine that I will also die one day."

Qi Jie sighed with emotion, his expression was quite stunned.

"I don't know what you're talking about shooting to death, but I know that if you don't go to Liu Hongwei's office, your father will beat you to death!"

Zhang Jun's words brought Qi Jie back to reality.

Go to Liu Hongwei's office?

He pondered for a while, and then he found the relevant memory.

Last night, that is, on the night shift of August 6, 1991, Qi Jie had a fight with Meng Erma, to be precise, Meng Erma.

Meng Erma is the nephew of Liu Hongwei, deputy director of the rolling workshop.

Knowing that his nephew was beaten, Deputy Director Liu was furious and threatened to give Qi Jie a punishment.

Qi Jie's father, Qi Yuanchao, heard about it this morning, and hurriedly sent Liu Hongwei 3,000 yuan.

In the early nineties, three thousand yuan was undoubtedly a huge amount of money, because the monthly salary of workers in that period was only one or two hundred yuan.

Now Dad should be in the office to send money to Liu Hongwei, right?

"No, this money must not be given!"

Because not long after Liu Hongwei received the money, he was removed from his post because he wrote an anonymous letter to report the workshop director.

When he was under investigation, he actively reported the bribery of the Qi family's father and son, and since then Qi Jie has lost his job, and Qi Yuanchao has also been demoted and punished.

The father and son became a joke for the whole factory.

Qi Yuanchao coughed angrily for several months, and finally fell to the root of the disease, which gradually developed into emphysema.

Thinking of the tragic situation of Qi Yuanchao lying on the hospital bed with his mouth wide open but unable to breathe oxygen at that time in 03, Qi Jie's heart was blocked.

"We can't let the tragedy happen again!"

Qi Jie hurriedly changed his clothes and prepared to go to Liu Hongwei's office.

First ask for the 3,000 yuan and take off the name of bribery.

If you can, you can take a leave of absence without pay by the way.

Now is the time for gold everywhere, and he doesn't want to hide in the factory and miss this best of times in vain.

After walking out of the dormitory, Qi Jie looked at the old slogans on the wall and the chimneys in the distance, and the memories of the past began to appear in his mind bit by bit.

The loudspeaker at the entrance of the factory played Grasshopper's "Lovelorn Front Alliance".

From time to time, there is a loud noise of electromagnetic cranes loading and unloading heavy steel plates in the workshop in the distance.

From the living area to the factory area, various pipelines are criss-crossed.

On the track next to the factory, from time to time, a Dongfeng 1 locomotive called "Old Dongfeng" will drive slowly, and occasionally let out a whistle to drive away the workers who are loitering on the railway.

Behind the front of the locomotive, there are usually two or three flatbed trucks, on which are placed a few extra-thick steel plates or similar castings ready to leave the factory.

On the cement hardened road in the factory area, the markings are clear, and the road is full of workers riding bicycles to work, and the car bells are constantly ringing.

Everyone was wearing gray-black factory uniforms, and their faces were filled with smiles unique to this era.

Men's hairstyles are relatively simple, and they are basically all kinds of three-sevens.

The hairstyles of female workers are more diverse, including long black straight in the style of Shimizu noodles, as well as the more popular steel wire perm at that time, as well as the thick and long braids and short ear-length hair sung in "Xiao Fang".

Of course, there is no song "Xiao Fang" at this time.

It will not be until 1993 that the melody of "there is a girl named Xiaofang in the village" will sound in the north and south of the river.

Behind the bike stream, the occasional car horn sounds.

Then the bicycle flow began to move closer to each other.

Immediately afterward, a Santana sedan or more upscale Toyota Crown, Duke Nissan and other cars whistled through the bicycle stream.

Outsiders in suits and leather shoes often sit in the car.

There will also be one or two sexy Xiaomi who look out with disdain from time to time.

These are all businessmen who come to talk about the steel business or brokers who make approvals.

Whenever the car passed, the male workers would look at Xiaomi in the car and let out a cheer that everyone understands.

And the female workers looked at Xiaomi's eyes, mostly with spit.

"What a silly and lovely bunch of people!"

Qi Jie stood on the side of the road, looking at the various crowds in front of him, smelling the strong smell of rust in the air, and psychologically accepting the fact of rebirth.

He chuckled inwardly:

Hey, 1991.

Lord is back!