Chapter 428: On the train (2)

"Time doesn't wait for anyone, it really doesn't wait for anyone!" A loud voice sounded in the darkness. "What age is it now? The 1990s! The eve of the great change!
The fur bear is finished, we stand on the edge of the cliff. The West is about to enter the Internet era, and the world is developing rapidly. I don't have time to take it easy. There are too many things to change.
If I can become a trendy person of the times, I will attract the attention of the whole society. The media will come to report.
I will be a celebrity, a business authority, and an idol star. I can spiritually baptize the people and point out a boulevard. "
what......
Xiao Jinlang suddenly woke up, sweating profusely.
The train was still swaying and moving forward. The sight was dim, and only the night lights of the carriageway were on. It's still far away from the imperial capital. This long-distance train didn't even reach half of the road.
The hard seat was too uncomfortable. Xiao Jinlang asked the trainer to spend more money and finally made up a hard sleeper ticket.
At ten o'clock in the night, the fluorescent lamp in the hard-sleeper compartment went out. Except for a few coughs and crying children, only the collision of wheels and rails was heard.
Xiao Jinlang managed to fall asleep and did not understand how he had nightmares. He couldn't sleep anymore and washed his face along the carriageway to the water room.
But there was no water in the water room, but a pale face was reflected in the water room's mirror.
Young people who were also very motivated at the time were particularly embarrassed in middle age. Her hair was half black and white, her cheeks were thin and sunken, her eyes were staring dumbly, lifeless.
"What's the point of living this half of my life?" Xiao Jinlang held the small table and chairs in the aisle and slowly seated his butt. He felt panicked and uncomfortable.
This is the price of working hard all year round and suffering from various diseases. Heart, liver, kidney and stomach, few organs of Xiao Jinlang are still working normally.
"If I die now, how many people will remember me?"
Asking himself, Xiao Jinlang shook his head bitterly. In the past, he was very proud of his work, always feeling that he had exposed ugliness, punished darkness, and cracked down on crime.
but......
A young man taught him.
"Economy, economy, economy, all problems are economic problems in the end.
Don't think that a good economy is just rich. Wealth is just a symptom of economic development.
Good economy represents order, prosperity and stability, and a complete, well-functioning social system that is self-correcting.
If the economy is not developing, the problems you uncover will emerge endlessly. The economy is not good, so-called conscience and shame can become ridiculous.
Didn't the politics class teach you to distinguish between primary and secondary contradictions? You think you are great. In fact, you haven't grasped the point at all, but you have a headache and a foot, and you are a patchworker. "
Xiao Jinlang was dying with a headache. He held his head and made a terrible painful voice. The sweat dripped from his forehead, and he wanted to growl, resisting the young man who totally denied his twenty years of struggle.
"Comrade, how are you doing?"
Xiao Jinlang felt his beating on the shoulder. He glanced up, several travelers were surrounding him. The conductor came in a hurry and propped him to the berth to lie down.
Many people have probed their brains to discuss that it must be sick.
"I'm okay, but it's a bit uncomfortable." Xiao Jinlang waved his hand. He lay down a lot more relaxed and declined the kindness of others.
An old man in his sixties was sitting across from the berth and found a bottle of 藿香正气 水 'from his small box. "Young people, it ’s inevitable that you will have headaches and hot brain when you go out. It is better to drink some medicine."
Xiao Jinlang took the small medicine bottle and smiled bitterly: "I'm not young anymore."
The old man smiled, "Well younger than me. Look at you as if you are serious, what's the matter? I'll help your staff and staff."
Perhaps because of being completely unfamiliar and turbulent, Xiao Jinlang wanted to talk instead. He smiled bitterly: "I was taught by a real young man.
With his eyes closed, there was something in my mind that the boy scolded me. I was so badly scolded by him that I felt I had accomplished nothing in the past 20 years. "
The old man laughed instead of evaluating, and asked, "What do young people do?"
"Smuggling."
"Yo, it's pretty good."
"But he didn't just engage in smuggling. That guy has done a lot, starting a company, running a business, and even getting land from the government to build a house."
"This young man is not small."
"He mainly did not know how to get a lot of foreign exchange, and rumors said that he had hundreds of millions of Hong Kong dollar assets, and the local government had to condone him."
"This young man's background is not ordinary, it is inevitable to be arrogant."
After a few chats, Xiao Jinlang felt better and asked the old man, "What do you do?"
"I'm from Wuhan, and I retired to give my second child to work at home. Some local factories need technical guidance, so I run around and earn some consulting fees. What about you?"
"I ..." Xiao Jinlang always avoided saying his formal occupation and status, "I got on the bus from Tianyang and went there for business."
"Tianyang." The old man was a bit interested. "I heard that Tianyang has a family," Shengguang Machinery ", who hires engineering consultants for a high salary. The monthly salary is 1,000. Is this possible?
The old man said and took out a newspaper.
Zhou Qingfeng's advertising has been done on the provincial media, and the influence is growing.
Xiao Jinlang read the tofu-sized job advertisement in the newspaper, and he was very unhappy--how could I encounter anything related to that junk boy everywhere?
"It happened." Xiao Jinlang really knew what the old man asked. He briefly described the recruitment requirements and treatment of "Shengguang Machinery", and confirmed that the monthly salary of 1,000 yuan is not fake.
The old man was excited. "I'm too old, I can't afford to run east and west. If a private company can afford a monthly salary of 1,000 yuan, I would like to apply."
Xiao Jinlang sat on the wax immediately, but he just casually responded and actually served Zhou Qingfeng as a free publicity agent.
The old man listened to what Xiao Jinlang said in detail, "Comrade, do you have anything to do with this 'Holy Light Machinery'?"
Is there a hatred relationship?
Xiao Jinlang felt this awkward. He didn't want to make meaningless denials, he could only nod his head and said, "It's so relevant."
"Is there a telephone number?" The old man asked again.
Xiao Jinlang's little black book really remembers it. He reluctantly took out the book and opened it as a business card-Zhou Qingfeng's.
Reporters have the habit of collecting business cards, whether good or bad, so they can come in handy at critical moments.
This business card was given by Zhou Qingfeng himself. Xiao Jinlang verbally said that he would never return to Tianyang, but his professional habits kept him keeping the business card.
Take out this business card, the old man immediately exclaimed: "Oh, the real person does not show up. You have a business card of the president of" Shengguang Machinery ", and the relationship must be very unusual."
The relationship between trying to send the junk boy to prison is really very unusual.
"Can't talk, can't talk." Xiao Jinlang quickly waved his hands, as if the relationship was so obscure.
"Humble, humble." The old man also took out a small book, wrote down Zhou Qingfeng's number, and returned the business card with both hands.
The train stopped at the passing station, and the mobile phone had a signal.
The old man looked at his watch and shook his head again. "Find a time tomorrow to ask. If this really happens, thank you. By the way, comrade Guigui?"
"My surname is Xiao." Xiao Jinlang responded, and he added, "The surname Zhou runs around every day. It doesn't matter when you call him."
"Really?" The old man didn't know if it was touched, but he really found a mobile phone and started dialing.
Xiao Jinlang tried to stop it, and felt a bit troublesome.
The phone was quickly connected, and Zhou Qingfeng really didn't sleep. The old man did die casting. Before that, he engaged in engine shell casting in Wuhan state-owned enterprises.
This is definitely a high-end talent, and it will be particularly important after thirty years. However, the domestic treatment of skilled workers has always been low, resulting in high-quality talents are not employed in this direction.
Zhou Qingfeng engages in motor tricycles. The engine with a displacement of 50 ml is the most critical component. He listened to the clapper on the spot and set a monthly salary of 1,000 for the caller's old man, full set of benefits, and even the toll.
The old man was very happy with a smile, and casually talked about how he was awakened in the middle of the night. When he met a good man and had a beautiful thing, he immediately sold Xiao Jinlang.
Lao Xiao hated to be able to draw a few mouths, but the old man laughed and handed the mobile phone over, "Comrade Xiao, you really have a deep relationship with Mr. Zhou."
Zhou Qingfeng's voice came from the phone.
"Lao Xiao, Xiao Jinlang, speak. Why is your big man so proud? If you want to admit it to me, you don't have to turn around like this.
I hate you literati, twitchy, and act like a sissy. Come to work soon, I am about to make a big move. "
"What proud? I warn your kid not to talk nonsense." Xiao Jin was angry, "I will not admit anything wrong with you. You are delusional!"