Wu Qingfeng was excited all night in the room of the Shishan Hotel, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

The life he had always dreamed of had finally come true, and he could finally see his ideals up close.

This night, he tossed and turned.

That night, he talked to people close to him on the phone for a long, long time.

Wu Qingfeng told his father that he didn't need to look for a job in his hometown in Hubei, and he met a good person, who not only adopted his design plan, but also gave him a fairly high salary.

He told about this good man over and over again, the siege of the train station, the BMW car incident, and the invitation to join the company, etc., down to every detail, over and over again. Wu Qingfeng's mouth was foaming, and the old father listened patiently on the other end of the phone.

Wu Qingfeng's father finally showed a relieved smile: "Child, this is not only a good person, but also a noble person in your life. Using your design is to help you get on the horse, to invite you to his company, to give you a ride. From the perspective of human nature, this way of helping the horse and giving it off again is to be friends with you, but you have to remember that in the company, you are the relationship between superiors and subordinates, the relationship between the boss and the employee, this is a boundary, can not be crossed. ”

Wu Qingfeng told his mother that his salary was very high, higher than that of most of his peers. Not only that, but the boss also promised to pay him 2.7 million yuan in manuscript fees. This is an astronomical amount on this day in 1999, and it is a wealth that no ordinary family can dream of.

He danced with joy, and even slurred his words with joy.

He took the hotel landline and muttered to himself about the use of the money with his mother.

"In the future, I want to buy you a big house in the city, doesn't my little sister want to learn music, let her learn, I will buy her the piano, and I will pay her the money for the conservatory. Mom, in the future, you will keep your pension for your own use, and you will no longer have to worry that I will have no way out. Mom, I can afford to raise you in the future. ”

Wu Qingfeng's mother burst into tears: "Son, mom congratulate you, do a good job......"

The third call was made to his childhood sweetheart, who was also the fiancée that the two families had agreed on a long time ago.

"My drawings were asked for, and I got a job. Tomorrow I will go to the office building to pick an office, and I will choose a room with a window, so that I can see the scenery outside when I am tired of drawing......"

Wu Qingfeng chatted with his fiancée for a long time.

The fiancée was distressed about the phone bill, and said that the phone bill in the hotel was expensive, and the landline at home was even more expensive.

Two-way charges are expensive, and couples want to go from one place to another

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It's a very luxurious thing to talk about it at night.

Wu Qingfeng simply sat on the carpet and said, "Believe me, we will no longer dare to contact you because of phone bills in the future, and I will no longer be separated from you." I will soon settle down in Shishan County, and when the time comes, you will also come over, and I will raise you. ”

The fiancée was amused by Wu Qingfeng, and she smiled so happily: "You seem to be a nouveau riche." ”

Wu Qingfeng said with a smile: "I am a nouveau riche, but not because of the high manuscript fee, nor because of the annual salary of hundreds of thousands." What really makes me feel like an upstart is that I'm getting closer and closer to my dream. ”

This night, three people in Hubei were silently blessing the same person, and they were happy because of the same person.

The person they care about hasn't been so happy for a long, long time.

In the memory of Wu Qingfeng's father, the last time I saw him so happy was when he was admitted to Huazhou Design College and the admission notice came down.

In the memory of Wu Qingfeng's mother, her son has always been silent and introverted, and he doesn't like to talk or express himself, but this time, he seems to have changed a lot.

In the memory of Wu Qingfeng's fiancée, her boyfriend is usually very economical, and even has to watch the time when he calls, and their chat will always be interrupted inexplicably, regardless of whether he has finished speaking, and the hanging up time of the phone is usually 58 seconds or 59 seconds. But this night, Wu Qingfeng seemed to have endless words, as if he had finished all the words of his life.

Wu Qingfeng didn't sleep all night, and it wasn't until the sky outside gradually brightened that he came to his senses from the floor-to-ceiling window.

He couldn't sleep, he couldn't sleep with excitement.

He didn't dare to sleep, he was afraid that it all came from a dream, he was afraid that he would wake up again after falling asleep and return to the dark rental house in Huazhou again.

After a long wait, I finally stayed up until eight o'clock in the morning.

Wu Qingfeng deliberately changed into the new clothes and shoes that Li Yan bought with him, tied the tie in front of the mirror with an unfamiliar method, and carefully wiped the leather shoes over and over again.

Today is his first day on the job, and it is also the most important day of his life.

Even though he knew that the company building had just been renovated, he also knew that there wouldn't be too many people going today, just picking an office.

In the bathroom, Wu Qingfeng wiped the mist on the mirror with his hand, and under his green face, he was wearing a brand-new black suit.

"From this day forward, I am no longer the cowardly teenager who was slaughtered by others.

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"From today on, I am a designer of Tang Land."

"A designer of the finest."

Wu Qingfeng has rehearsed these words countless times and said them many times in his dreams, and today, he can finally look at himself and say these words.

Limin Street, by the moat, a six-story building appeared in front of Wu Qingfeng's eyes.

Across the road, in the sun, a glittering sign hangs above the building: Chinatown Group.

Wu Qingfeng shook his hands, tightened his tie, and then showed the confident smile that he had demonstrated many times in the mirror, and walked across the road.

"Bang !!!"

A bucket truck full of sand roared past, and Wu Qingfeng rolled in the air several times, and landed heavily on the concrete floor in the middle of the road.

The blood was dazzling in the sun, the red was terrifying, and the red became a poem.

Wu Qingfeng's fingers moved, and he tried his best to look at the building, trying his best to climb in.

That's his dream, that's all he's has, that's his hope......

Wu Qingfeng had a car accident.

When Jiang Yang heard the news, his brain exploded.

By the time he arrived in the Red Cross hospital's ward, Dr. Wan and the nurses had already covered him with a white cloth.

"The speed of the vehicle that caused the accident was too fast, and the young man's internal organs were rotten and could not be saved."

Dr. Wan said.

Jiang Yang clenched his fists tightly, and at this time, his heart hurt like a river.

He regretted it, regretted that God was jealous of talents.

He hated, hated why he went to pick him up every day, but he didn't go today.

"I ...... Can you take a look at him? ”

After a long time, Jiang Yang looked at the white cloth on the cart and said.

Dr. Wan stopped talking, then nodded.

Jiang Yang took a deep breath and stretched out his right hand towards the white cloth.

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