The plane cut through the sky with the roar of the engine. Looking down from the window, the lights of thousands of homes in Baiye City came into view.

Li Ming looked at Baiyeshi who was getting smaller and smaller and finally couldn't tell the difference. He put a candy into his mouth expressionlessly, then closed his eyes and waited for the plane to land.

The reason why history is called history is because the stories that make up them have passed. The stories that have been known to others are able to tell stories that have happened from their own perspective.

Many stories that happened in this city were ended by the floating white leaves. And too many people and stories were buried under the white leaves falling in the soil when Li Ming and Zi Jun boarded the plane and left.

Zong Rui, Gao Qing, Xiao Tian, ​​Xiao He Qianxiang, bearded, Gao Feiyu, Horo, Dorothy, Jane... and many people who Li Ming didn't know the name at all.

Some of them will no longer be mentioned, while others will appear in those stories in a different image under the subjective processing of the narrator, on the premise of conforming to the reality of the event.

When the sun rises again, Li Ming will become a good citizen who is brave and brave, stand on the side of justice and order, and open a new chapter with dignified integrity, while Wang Bohua will become a wanted criminal who defected and was hung on the list of wanted criminals broadcast on the TV of the small supermarket where he once helped Li Ming make up for money.

.........

After a bumpy ride, the plane finally landed in the heart of the Federation - Zhongzheng City.

Zi Jun, who was standing beside him, hit Li Ming with his elbow and said, "When Li Ming wakes up, Zhongzheng City has arrived."

This short two-hour sleep may be the most stable sleep that Li Ming has ever come to this world, but after Zi Jun hit Li Ming's injured arm, the heart-wrenching pain immediately made him wake up.

Previously, after the two arrived at the airport, they arranged for a special person to reband and suture Li Ming's wounds and prepare new clothes, so Li Ming was not as embarrassed as before, except for a little tired.

During the entire process of treating the wound, Li Ming deliberately let Zi Jun watch the whole time, which also made him feel more grateful now.

There is a great horror between life and death. Zi Jun, who had made up for this fear, had begun to change his mind completely under the suggestion of being reinforced. He regards Li Ming as someone who can help him solve all his difficulties.

After all, the defecting Order Gendarmerie was not dead. What if he targeted him again?

Looking at the expression on Li Ming's face and realizing that he had hit his wound, Zi Jun immediately spoke with an apology, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

After swaying his left hand, Li Mingxu smiled heartily, "It's okay, let's go."

The two of them didn't have much luggage, so they walked directly towards the exit passage of the airport.

As he got closer to the exit, Zi Jun's expression became more and more nervous. When he returned to Zhongzheng City, he thought that he had to face his father directly with the ridiculous things he did.

Li Ming, whose right arm fell on his chest, glanced at Zi Jun, whose pace was getting slower, yawned and said slowly, "If your family scolds you after you go back, you will pull the core of the matter to our contract."

After hearing Li Ming's words, Zi Jun suddenly stopped and said with a sad face, "What are you talking about? My mother is fine. My dad is most disgusted with me using his name to make things happen outside. Do you think that death is not miserable enough?"

Even though major newspapers and media have increasingly whitewashed the "rich second generation" and "official second generation" in recent years, it seems that people feel that these people born with golden spoons are indeed superior.

They are gentle, knowledgeable, well-educated, and have excellent grades, versatile and well-versed in history.

But in fact, there is a shameless reason here, that is, most people are often much more tolerant of wealth and power, and are more willing to focus on the advantages they accumulate with resources, while they are much more harsh on people in the lower class, and they will only focus on their shortcomings.

I don’t deny that there are indeed many excellent people in this class, but after you remove the halo on them, what are they left?

Poverty and downturn take away not only a person's vision and potential, but more about time.

The three words "a second generation" are an interpretation of most people in this class. "a certain" is capital, and "a second" is identity, and in the end it is just a symbol represented by capital identity.

"Didn't I say it, will I teach you?" Li Ming smiled slightly, and then said, "Remember what I said, and then repeat it and say what you said. They will never scold you."

"What do you say?" Zi Jun nodded and looked at Li Ming and said.

After adjusting the position of his arm, Li Ming immediately spoke.

“If they ask you why you do this, you just say:

The current social economy is undergoing a large-scale transformation and deeper changes. It is essentially the early stage of capital explosion and accumulation. With the promotion of the privatization process, the originally tight economy will usher in a blowout growth, which is another land enclosure movement in the social sense.

Large amounts of finance will make the entire order form a state where big fish eat small fish. Some industries will be merged overnight, and some industries will be reshuffled and new leaders will appear.

But in fact, all of this is a sign, so at this stage, whoever takes action first will have the initiative.

It is not enough to have the initiative alone. If you add the right direction, this era can be said to be shining with golden light...

After silently remembering the general thought of Li Ming's words for a while, Zi Jun said in confusion, "What does this mean? Will they not blame me if they say so?"

Li Ming laughed and said while walking forward, "Of course, I have to add a few more words."

“What to add?”

"In addition, you have grown up. In this era when most people are down and a few people are leaping, you want to try to make them proud by yourself..."

Except for people like Li Hao, no parents do not want their children to be independent, grow up, and have their own brilliant and bright life.

For Zi Jun, it doesn’t matter whether he can do it or not. What’s important is that he can see an upward trend in him, which is enough to make his parents happy.

The two of them were talking while walking out. At the exit of the airport, a man suddenly stopped them.

He has a flat head and short hair, wearing a police uniform, and is standing upright, but his face, which is somewhat similar to the Sisi, reveals a hint of rebelliousness.

The man walked to Li Ming, looked at Li Ming with a sinister face and said, "You are Li Ming, right?"

"It's me, who are you?"

"My name is Situ, and I am Sisi's third brother. This time I came here to find you." The man said with a cold face.

"Well, I understand." Li Ming nodded and said with a humble attitude, "But if there is nothing to do, let's talk about it another day. I'm a little sleepy and I'm going to go back and rest now."

He was obviously a despicable person, but his attitude of talking to him seemed to be condescending to him. In addition, after learning that he was Sisi's family, Li Ming not only did not show his original respect, but he didn't even ask any questions about Sisi's questions.

Looking at Li Ming's indifferent expression, Situ couldn't help but reach out and grabbed Li Ming's collar, and cursed with a little anger, "I don't care how you deceive Si Si with sweet words, but if you dare to harass him, I will definitely put you in prison, and I will do what I say."

The smile on Li Ming's face, who was rudely grabbed the neckline, flashed by, and then turned his head to look at Zi Jun in pain and said,
Chapter completed!