While crossing the zebra crossing, Huang Ligong was almost hit by a BMW.

A few minutes ago, he received a call from Luo Pingzhi. Luo Pingzhi didn't know that he was meeting investors. The rumors in the market will eventually reach his ears, but Huang Ligong doesn't plan to let him grasp the daily movements clearly. Luo Pingzhi's tone was puzzled, "Mr. Huang, after receiving the news, Xiong also followed up to adjust the price." ”

"Has it dropped in price?"

"Yes, it's not small. The information should be accurate, I will let my men verify it, find out the details, and then report back to you. ”

Huang Ligong frowned, this was a bit unexpected. It's not that I haven't considered this possibility before, but after repeated calculations, I always feel that Xiong is unlikely to follow up. It's not like Guan Maoxiong's style. Xiong also made a big fuss about India, and the offensive was fierce, and his analysis with Luo Pingzhi was not like a company-level decision, but more like a misfire in the execution process of the subordinates. But now the follow-up price adjustment can only be a company decision anyway.

"It's going to be a bad fight. It's really time to fight bayonets. Mr. Huang, you give more support! ”

In the tank? Huang Ligong smiled bitterly, didn't he just want to give the greatest support when he ran back and forth these days? At this time, money is the only support. He immediately called the treasurer. Finance was also his father's old ministry, loyal and reliable, and his voice gave a string of numbers in a flat voice. It was even worse than Huang Ligong expected, and the fierce low-price strategy made the short-term financial data look better, but the squeeze effect will be visible in two months.

Huang Ligong walked while calculating in his head. Originally, it was expected that there would be a safety period of half a year, but under the re-estimate, it will be shortened to more than four months. This is still under the premise that everything is maintained, and if the market deteriorates, or if it has to sacrifice a more aggressive low-price policy, I am afraid that the time will be shorter. Money. Money. The hateful Lin Yiming put on such a big battle, but in the end it was a frivolous result.

He was too distracted to pay attention to the traffic light, and walked straight to the middle of the road to the red light. BMW braked sharply and stopped against Huang Ligong. Huang Ligong was still in a trance, looking at the owner blankly, and couldn't hear the sound through the glass, but looking at her look and mouth shape, it was the kind of words that would be silenced on TV.

Huang Ligong tilted his head, strode across the street, and left quickly.

Walking through a few alleys, he saw a small restaurant with hot eyes and an eye-catching sign: Bergamot Yam King.

He couldn't help but stride in. There are a lot of people in the store, the sound is noisy, and the sky is all over the world. The aisle was narrow, Huang Ligong went in sideways, ordered a fried roll fresh, a bowl of bergamot yam stewed pork rib soup, and a bowl of steamed rice, and the proprietress spoke a familiar dialect and brought the plate to the table. When you meet your homeland, it always sounds familiar, especially when you're tired and in a trance.

The soup and rice were a familiar taste, but when it came to his mouth, it became more and more tasteless. The combination of Xiao Xiao and Zhu Yiming is just terrible, one tells you that you don't have ideals, so I won't vote for you. One tells you that you still have quite ideals, I appreciate it, but it's hard to live, so I still don't vote for you. The words have been finished for them, only he, Huang Ligong, is wrong on the left and right, and he doesn't rely on both sides. …… Don't lean on both sides? Huang Ligong stopped his chopsticks and vaguely felt something important. Maybe what they both said was right, the real him, the real Kunpeng robot, and that's what it is now. If you can't resolutely pursue your ideals, and you can't let go of your hands to make quick money, you want both sides, and you can't rely on either side.

The closer he gets to completely denying himself, the more Huang Ligong will force himself to ignite his fighting spirit. It's just that the fighting spirit towards the ideal or the fighting spirit towards survival is it?

Luo Pingzhi and Cai's two phone calls coldly reminded him that his ideals are of course better, but he must live first.

He took out his phone and subconsciously scratched on it. Zhu Yiming's words when he said goodbye flashed like lightning, looking for opportunities in the industrial chain. Industrial chain. He looked at the screen of his phone, and before he knew it, he had opened the address book and stayed on the contact interface of one person. His fingers hung in the air, hesitating.

Fight.

Ideal, or survival?

It was very noisy in the small restaurant. Huang Ligong was annoyed for a while, withdrew his fingers, and walked out with his mobile phone. A strong man with a scruffy beard rushed in, probably hungry. Huang Ligong thought about things, didn't pay attention, was hit suddenly, his body was crooked, and the phone almost flew out, but fortunately he was quick and grabbed it. The strong man glanced at him, didn't say sorry, and continued to rush to the order counter.

Huang Ligong shook his head, too lazy to bother with him, walked to the door of the small restaurant, and suddenly seemed to hear something, he looked left and right suspiciously, and finally his eyes fell on the mobile phone, showing that he was making a call. He didn't have a lock screen, and when he was bumped into and grabbed his phone, his finger happened to touch the dial button, and the call went out.

He held out his fingers, hesitating to hang up.

He would not have predicted that his choice, these details that happened in this hometown restaurant in a high-rise building in a foreign land, would not only change himself, but also the fate of everyone around him.