"Time doesn't wait for people, it really doesn't wait for people!" A loud voice sounded in the dark, "What era is it now? The 1990s! The eve of the great changes!

The bear is finished, we stand on the edge of the cliff. However, the West is about to enter the Internet era, and the whole world is developing rapidly. I don’t have time to take my time, there are too many things to change.

If I can become the trendsetter of the times, I will attract the attention of the whole society. The media will come to report.

I will be a well-known person, a business authority, and an idol star. I can spiritually baptize the people and point out a road to heaven."

ah......

Xiao Jinlang suddenly woke up and was sweating profusely.

The train was still shaking and constantly moving forward. The sight was dim, and only the night lights in the carriage corridor were on. It was still far from the imperial capital, so the long-distance train did not even reach half of the road.

The hard seat was so uncomfortable. Xiao Jinlang asked the conductor and spent more money, and finally made up the hard sleeper ticket.

After ten o'clock in the night, the fluorescent lights in the hard sleeping compartment went out. Apart from a few coughs and a child crying, only the collision between the wheels and the rails was heard.

Xiao Jinlang finally fell asleep, but he didn't understand why he had nightmares. He could no longer sleep and went to the water room to wash his face along the carriage aisle.

But there was no water in the water room, but a pale face was reflected in the mirror of the water room.

The young man who was once full of energy back then was particularly haggard when he was middle-aged. His hair was half black and half white, his cheeks were thin and inward, and his eyes were staring blankly, without any breath.

"What's the point of living for half my life?" Xiao Jinlang held the small table and chair in the aisle and slowly sat down his butt. He felt palpitations and felt uncomfortable all over.

This is the price of working outside all year round, and various diseases and tortures. Xiao Jinlang has few organs working normally, including the heart, liver, kidneys, and stomach.

"If I die at this moment, how many people will remember me?"

After asking himself, Xiao Jinlang shook his head bitterly. In the past, he was very proud of his work, and always felt that he had exposed the ugliness, punished the darkness, and cracked down on crime.

But......

A young man taught him a lesson.

"Economics, economy, economy, all problems are economic problems in the end.

Don’t think that a good economy means having money. Richness is just an appearance of a developed economy.

A good economy represents order, prosperity and stability, and represents a complete, easy-to-operate social system and self-correction.

If the economy does not develop, the problems you exposed will emerge one after another. If the economy is not good, the so-called conscience and shame will become ridiculous.

Didn’t the political class teach you to distinguish between the primary and secondary contradictions? You think you are amazing, but in fact you didn’t grasp the key points at all. It’s just a headache to treat the head, a foot pain to treat the foot, and a patching machine is being repaired."

Xiao Jinlang was in a terrible and painful voice, holding his head, he made a tragic and painful sound. The sweat on his forehead fell down, and he wanted to roar and resist the young man who completely denied his struggle for twenty years.

"Comrade, how are you doing, comrade?"

Xiao Jinlang felt that his shoulder was being slapped. He looked up and glanced at him. Several passengers were surrounding him. The conductor hurried over and helped him to the sleeper bench to lie down.

Many people were lying around and were talking about whether they were sick.

"I'm fine, I'm just a little uncomfortable." Xiao Jinlang waved his hand. He felt much more relaxed after lying down, and refused others' kindness.

A man in his sixties sat up opposite the sleeper and found a bottle of 'Huoxiang Zhengqi Water' from his small box. "Young people will inevitably have headaches and fever when they go out, so it will be better to drink some medicine."

Xiao Jinlang took the small medicine bottle and smiled bitterly: "I'm not young anymore."

The old man smiled, "You are younger than me. It seems that you are worried. What's the matter? I'll help you with your staff."

Perhaps because of his complete strangeness and his mood turbulence, Xiao Jinlang wanted to talk. He smiled bitterly and said, "I was taught a lesson by a real young man.

When I closed my eyes, I was thinking about what the boy scolded me. I was scolded so badly by him, and I felt that I had accomplished nothing in the past twenty years of work."

The old man smiled, did not comment, and asked, "What did the young man do?"

"Smuggling."

"Oh, it's quite awesome."

"But he didn't just do smuggling. That guy has done a lot of things, starting a company, running a business, and even buying land from the government to build a house."

"This young man is not small."

"He mainly got a lot of foreign exchange for some reason. Rumors said that he had hundreds of millions of Hong Kong dollars in assets, and the local government had to condone him."

"This young man has a very unusual background, so he can't help but be arrogant."

After chatting for a few words, Xiao Jinlang felt better and asked the old man, "What are you doing?"

"I am from Wuhan. After retirement, I gave my work to my second child at home. In some places, small factories need technical guidance, so I run around and earn some consultant fees. Where are you?"

"I..." Xiao Jinlang always avoided talking about his official career and identity, "I got on the bus from Tianyang and went on a business trip there."

"Tianyang." The old man was a little interested. "I heard that Tianyang has a high salary to hire an engineering consultant with a high salary of 1,000 yuan. Is this okay?"

The old man said and took out a newspaper.

Zhou Qingfeng has now been advertising in provincial media, and the impact is getting bigger and bigger.

Xiao Jinlang read the recruitment advertisement as big as dry tofu in the newspaper, and felt very angry - why can he encounter something related to that gangster everywhere?

"It's because of this." Xiao Jinlang really understood the situation of the old man's inquiry. He briefly described the recruitment requirements and treatment of "Sheng Light Machinery", and also confirmed that the monthly salary of 1,000 yuan was not false.

The old man was excited, "I am so old that I can't stand it. If a private company can afford a monthly salary of 1,000 yuan, I really want to apply for a job."

Xiao Jinlang immediately sat on wax, but he responded casually and actually acted as a free publicity officer for Zhou Qingfeng.

The old man heard what Xiao Jinlang said in detail, "Comrade, do you have anything to do with this 'Holy Light Machinery'?"

Does having a grudge count?

Xiao Jinlang felt awkward. He didn't want to deny meaninglessly, so he could only nod and said, "It's that a little bit."

"Do you have a contact number?" the old man asked again.

Xiao Jinlang's little black book really remembers it. He reluctantly took out the book and opened it and it was a business card - Zhou Qingfeng's.

Those who work as journalists have the habit of collecting business cards, whether good or bad, it can come in handy at critical moments.

This business card was given by Zhou Qingfeng himself. Xiao Jinlang said verbally that he would not return to Tianyang, but his professional habits still kept his business card.

Take out this business card, and the old man immediately exclaimed: "Oh, the real person doesn't show his appearance. You all have the business card of the president of the "Sacred Light Machinery" and the relationship must be very unusual."

The relationship between trying to send that bastard to prison is indeed very unusual.

"It's not enough, it's not enough." Xiao Jinlang waved his hand quickly, as if he was particularly unlucky about this relationship.

"I'm so humble, so humble." The old man also took out a small notebook, wrote down Zhou Qingfeng's number, and returned the business card with both hands.

The train happened to be parked at the passing station, and the mobile phone had a signal.

The old man looked at his watch and shook his head again, "Let me find time to call me tomorrow. If this matter is really done, I would like to thank you. By the way, comrade is your surname?"

"My surname is Xiao." Xiao Jinlang responded, and he added, "Whoever has the surname Zhou runs around every day, it's okay to call him whenever you call him."

"Really?" The old man didn't know if some of his stubbornness was touched, so he really took out a mobile phone and started dialing.

Xiao Jinlang wanted to stop him and felt a little trouble.

The phone was connected quickly, and Zhou Qingfeng was not sleeping. The old man made fine mold casting and used to cast engine shells in Wuhan state-owned enterprises.

This is definitely a high-end talent, and it will be particularly important in thirty years. However, the treatment of technicians in China has always been low, resulting in high-quality talents not employed in this direction.

Zhou Qingfeng is engaged in a motorized tricycle, and the engine with a displacement of 50 ml is the most critical component. He listened to the decision to make the caller on the spot to set a monthly salary of 1,000 yuan, a full set of benefits, and even the travel expenses were paid.

The old man laughed and was very happy. He casually talked about how he was woken up in the middle of the night. When he met a good person, he would encounter good things. He immediately sold Xiao Jinlang.

Old Xiao wished he could slap a few times, but the old man laughed and handed over the mobile phone, "Comrade Xiao, you and Mr. Zhou are really intimate."

Zhou Qingfeng's voice came from the phone.

"Old Xiao, Xiao Jinlang, speak. Why are you so arrogant, a big man? If you want to admit your mistakes with me, you don't have to turn around like this.

I hate you literati, who are so squeamish and unhappy, and they are like foes. Come to work quickly, I'm about to make a big move."
Chapter completed!