Jiang Lao and Comrade Wang are not ordinary people at first glance, the two of them have a strong official smell, and if you want to ask Song Yuanchao how he saw it, of course, it is because of experience.

In his previous life, Song Yuanchao was a middle-level cadre in the telecommunications department, and he usually did a lot of work to receive superior leaders and local leaders.

In addition, although Jiang Lao's dress looks similar to that of ordinary old people, the temperament and demeanor on his body that have lived in people for a long time are obvious. And that Comrade Wang is easier to distinguish, judging from the skillful act of serving tea and pouring water by his side with Jiang Lao, this Comrade Wang is probably Jiang Lao's secretary or subordinate.

And more importantly, there's where they're located, which is a sleeper box.

If you don't have an identity, where can I get a ticket for a soft sleeper box? Although Song Yuanchao confirmed the identity of the other party's official in his heart, he didn't know it, after all, there were some things that he could inquire about when he was out to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Their compartment had four beds, but in the end there were only three of them, and the other one was still unattended until the train slowly left the platform.

This is also normal, the soft sleeper box is usually not full, like Song Yuanchao's box where three people have entered the lot, generally speaking, there are only two or even one person is not nothing, after all, in this era, the soft sleeper is not for everyone to sit.

Song Yuanchao's bunk is on the left side of the window, and on the right side of the window is the bunk of Jiang Lao and Comrade Wang.

After sorting out his luggage, Song Yuanchao took the water cup to the junction of the carriage and received a cup of hot water, and when he came back, he nodded to Jiang Lao and Comrade Wang, and then sat down on his bed, took out a book and read it.

After watching it for a while, Jiang Lao, who was smoking a cigarette opposite, suddenly asked: "Xiao Song, did you study politics in college?" ”

Song Yuanchao was stunned for a moment, and then he understood what Jiang Lao was referring to, he put down the book in his hand with a smile and said: "I read economics, but many aspects of economics are inseparable from politics, so this kind of book is also compulsory." ”

Jiang Lao suddenly realized, no wonder he saw Song Yuanchao reading political books, so it was.

The two chatted on this topic, first talking about Song Yuanchao's courses in school, then gradually talking about the connection between politics and economy, and then slowly mentioning the current reform and opening up.

Although reform and opening up was proposed as early as the year before last, the actual implementation began last year. Especially after last year's National Day, the state relaxed the restrictions on the individual economy, which made the entire market come alive from the original pool of stagnant water.

Now, the domestic economy has begun to kick off, and all walks of life are reborn. This is especially true in coastal areas, where farm delivery has been implemented in many places compared to lagging inland areas, and major coastal cities are changing day by day.

"This time I came to Yanjing is completely different from the last time, Yanjing City is much more lively than before, and the goods on the market are much richer than a few years ago, which is really eye-opening." Jiang Lao couldn't help but sigh.

"You're right, in addition to these, there are many new things in Yanjing City." Comrade Wang interjected a sentence on the side.

Originally, this sentence was echoed, but Jiang Lao's face sank a little when he heard it: "Needless to say, those things are all dross that I don't know where they come from." Good pants with such a big trouser tube, and those sunglasses, bells and whistles shirts, yes! And the tape recorder, what kind of beautiful sound is played! ”

Regarding Jiang Lao's comment, Song Yuanchao smiled noncommittally and did not say anything. At first glance, Jiang Lao is the kind of old comrade with a strong sense of principle, and it is natural for an old comrade like him to reject new things.

In fact, in the early 80s, when bell bottoms, floral shirts, jeans, jeans, microphone mirrors, and four-horn tape recorders became popular, there were many criticisms of these drossy from capitalist society.

In the eyes of young people, these things are synonymous with trendiness and popularity, but in the eyes of many people with traditional concepts, they are not only dross, but also garbage that poisons young people.

These two different views and perceptions caused a strong collision at the time, which also brought many contradictions. The resulting heated debates and issues continued for several years, and it was not until the late eighties that the ideological changes that were formed by the deepening of reform and opening up were gradually accepted by the majority of the people.

Jiang Lao's views represent the views of many people and belong to the category of "conservatives". But Song Yuanchao didn't make any comments on Jiang Lao's opinion, because he knew that such a discussion was meaningless, and time would prove everything, not to mention that he and Jiang Lao just met in Pingshui, and it was even more inconvenient to say anything more on this issue.

After criticizing a few words, Jiang Lao saw that Song Yuanchao was smiling and silent, and he had no idea of continuing to talk about this topic, but instead talked about the changes of reform and opening up to the market economy.

In order to avoid making too many mistakes, Song Yuanchao discussed according to the viewpoint of combining economics and political science in maintaining an attitude of approval of reform and opening up, and many words were just to the point, but it was precisely because of Song Yuanchao's cautious attitude that Jiang Lao looked at him differently, and felt that this young man not only had a level in theory, but also was much more stable than ordinary young people in thought.

"Xiao Song, what are your plans after graduation?" After chatting for more than an hour, Jiang Lao asked with a smile.

"I'm only a sophomore after the summer vacation, and I'm three years away from graduation, so it's a bit early to talk about that." Song Yuanchao replied.

"It's too early to say this, but it's not too early to say it." Jiang Lao and Yan Yuese said: "It is a good thing for young people to have a plan for the future, and only when they have a plan can they strive according to this plan to achieve their goals." ”

"Jiang Lao, what you said is very right, but now it is not as good as before, the choice is wider than before, if the plan is determined at this time, it will be a little hasty, it is better to study more in college, see more, let your horizons be broader, and wait until the junior or even senior year to think carefully."

Song Yuanchao replied with a smile, his answer made Jiang Lao bow slightly, and felt that Song Yuanchao was not arrogant or impatient when considering the problem, and was a good seedling.

The train from Yanjing to Chuncheng runs for two days and three nights, that is, it can not arrive until midnight on the third day after Song Yuanchao gets on the train.

The long-distance journey, the narrow soft sleeper private room, even if Song Yuanchao didn't want to talk too much with Jiang Lao in his heart, he couldn't avoid the other party taking the initiative to talk to him.

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In the course of the conversation, Song Yuanchao found that Jiang Lao's thinking jumped quickly, perhaps the former topic was still talking about the pros and cons of reform and opening up, and the latter topic jumped to the cultural differences between the East and the West.

Although Song Yuanchao has always warned and restrained himself during the conversation, some of the words of Jiang Lao, who can be regarded as a stranger, are not as casual as chatting with Lin Daoyuan, so Song Yuanchao basically listens more and talks less, but after a long time, Song Yuanchao will inevitably be lax, and subconsciously blurt out some of his own opinions, and these views often make Jiang Lao's eyes suddenly brighten, and then he will ask Song Yuanchao endlessly.

In the past two days and three nights, Song Yuanchao has been fed up with Jiang Lao's "torture", not to mention that this old man is in very good spirits, and he has very little sleep time when he is old, and Jiang Lao, who sleeps four or five hours a day, will find Song Yuanchao to chat after waking up, and it will take half a day to chat.

This is bitter Song Yuanchao, he is a young man who sleeps at least eight hours a day, plus he is on the train, his sleep is shallow, Song Yuanchao has not been able to rest well, many times he is pulled by Jiang Lao to chat for several hours, for some questions Jiang Lao will repeatedly ask questions, forcing Song Yuanchao to rack his brains to answer, which really makes him unbearable.

Fortunately, no matter how long the journey is, there will be an end to it, and when the train slowly stops at Chuncheng Station, their journey has also come to an end.

"Xiao Song, when you graduate in the future, you can consider coming down to work in the southwest, Spring City is a good place, and young people like you will do a lot." Carrying his own salute to help carry some of Jiang Lao's things, Song Yuanchao, Jiang Lao, and Comrade Wang got off the carriage, and when Jiang Lao stood on the platform to say goodbye, Jiang Lao did not forget what he had mentioned to Song Yuanchao before.

"Thank you, Mr. Jiang, I will seriously consider it." Song Yuanchao smiled and nodded, just as Jiang Lao continued to want to say something to Song Yuanchao, a few people on the other side of the platform walked quickly towards Jiang Lao and Song Yuanchao, Comrade Wang saw it and hurriedly said something in Jiang Lao's ear, Jiang Lao glanced in that direction and nodded.

"Okay, it's fate that we can talk about arriving at the station in a carriage all the way, Xiao Song, we have a chance to meet again!" Saying that, Jiang Lao stretched out his hand to Song Yuanchao, Song Yuanchao shook hands with Jiang Lao without being arrogant or humble, and after relenting, Jiang Lao smiled at Song Yuanchao and turned around and walked towards the people who came to pick him up, and at this time Comrade Wang said hello to Song Yuanchao and left with Jiang Lao.

"Good fellow, this is a ...... gone." Watching Jiang Lao and them leave, Song Yuanchao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, he could be tired of himself in the past two days, just imagine chatting with an old man like Jiang Lao every day, and chatting for hours, the topics involved are extremely wide, and some are even very sensitive, Song Yuanchao has to turn around repeatedly in his mind to answer every question before he speaks, can he not be tired?

As soon as Jiang Lao walked like this, Song Yuanchao was a lot more relaxed, he looked left and right, at this time the passengers on the platform had almost gone, Song Yuanchao walked towards the exit with his luggage in the direction of the sign, and left the station from the exit after a while.

It was now more than ten o'clock in the middle of the night, and the bus outside the station had already ended, and it was dark in the distance, and Song Yuanchao didn't know where to go for a while. After thinking about it, he thought it was better to ask the nearby station staff, it stands to reason that there are hotels next to the train station, so if it's too late today, he can find a place to stay first, and wait until dawn tomorrow.

But just as Song Yuanchao was about to turn around and ask someone, a 212 drove straight over with headlights, braked, and stopped directly in front of Song Yuanchao.