The richest man Yang Fei

Xu Hui said: "The leaders of previous generations liked to dance, so they invested in this big ballroom. It's not bad, it enriches the spare time life of the employees. Because it's open every day and it's free, it attracts many people from nearby to play. Boss, do you like dancing? I'll arrange someone to accompany you."

Yang Fei waved his hand: "Forget it, I still have something to do."

Speaking of this, he remembered what happened that night again, and couldn't help but laugh.

At this time, the explosive disco music stopped, followed by slow four dance music.

People on the dance floor naturally jumped up in pairs.

Yang Fei glanced at the audience intentionally or unintentionally, and then said with a little disappointment: "Let's go, this dance hall is running well, and we will continue to run it in the future."

Xu Hui said with a smile: "There are a few female workers in our factory who are very good at ballroom dancing. If the boss is interested, he can arrange for them to come and play with you at any time."

Yang Fei waved his hand: "It's rare to have such leisure!"

A group of people sent him out.

Yang Fei said: "I will return to Beijin the day after tomorrow. I will leave the affairs here to you. Let me emphasize one point, that is quality! Quality is the vitality of the product, and how far the product can go depends on whether the quality is excellent!"

Xu Hui and others expressed their opinions: "Boss, don't worry, we must pay attention to quality control."

Yang Fei said: "That's it, contact Secretary Su if you have anything to do!"

"Boss, go slowly." Xu Hui and the others watched Yang Fei's car drive away before turning around.

Yang Fei returned to Beijin and returned to the long-lost campus.

After experiencing the baptism of the shopping mall, Yang Fei felt his mind and body became more relaxed when he walked on the leisurely campus path again.

In autumn, the golden ginkgo leaves and fiery red maple leaves fall on the path of the campus, paved with a layer, and in the pavilion in the small garden, Yang Fei begins to study and study here again.

Yang Fei was sitting quietly in the pavilion reading a book. A few students next to him were discussing the English translation of an ancient poem, repeating the poem: "The fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws roost and wake up again. When lovesickness meets each other, we will know when we will meet again." Embarrassed at this time and night! Entering my lovesickness gate, you will know that lovesickness is painful. Long lovesickness is long lovesickness, short lovesickness is endless. If I knew it was so stumbling, why didn’t I know each other at the beginning.”

This is Li Bai's Autumn Wind Ci, a typical sad autumn work.

From a female perspective, Li Bai wrote it on a moonlit night in late autumn, looking at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, and the jackdaws perched on the trees that had fallen leaves, he couldn't help but feel sad, and the bits and pieces of the past were replayed in his mind. .This situation can not help but make people sad and helpless.

Listening to them reading, Yang Fei suddenly became sad for some reason.

It stands to reason that Yang Fei's psychological age is very old, and he has long passed the sad boyhood years.

But he didn't know if it was caused by the autumn wind, or Li Bai's poems were too sad. He looked at the treetops covered with yellow leaves, and scenes of the past flashed in his mind.

"Yang Fei?" Chen Mo's shout woke him up.

"Why are you crying?" Chen Mo walked over in surprise, sat down beside him, and asked with concern, "What happened?"

Yang Fei looked at her, thinking what a coincidence, she came here just as soon as he thought of her.

Chapter 634 The Great Yang Fei

"It's okay. The autumn wind is fascinated." Yang Fei smiled slightly.

Chen Moyan smiled: "Let me just say, how can you shed tears for such a strong person?"

Yang Fei asked, "What are you doing?"

Chen Mo said: "I just came out of the library. I borrowed a good book, have you read it?"

Yang Fei glanced at her hand and said, "Great Gatsby, I've seen it."

Chen Mo said: "This book is very special. When I first started, I read it a few times because it was a world famous book, but I put it away after reading the beginning. I always felt that I couldn't read it anymore. Today I suddenly read it. "

Yang Fei said: "To understand this book, one must first understand the background of this story."

Chen Mo hummed: "Tell me, I don't understand."

Yang Feidao: "The 20s of this century was a short and special period in American history. It was called the Hustle and bustle era in history, referring to the 1919 years from 1929 after the end of World War I to 10 before the U.S. economic collapse. "

Chen Mo said: "So it was about this time. It is equivalent to our period of the Republic of China."

Yang Feidao: "This era is very special. The United States is at the historical intersection of the old and the new. The vigorous development of capitalism has brought the United States from an agricultural civilization to an industrialized modern society. The transportation, mining, and construction industries are expanding rapidly. The electrical and automobile manufacturing industries suddenly rose, and automobiles, electrical equipment, household machinery, processed food and ready-made clothing began to enter the family, bringing unprecedented comfort to the lives of many Americans. Real estate transactions and the stock market were particularly active, and some speculators Become overnight riches in this type of gambling industry."

Chen Mo said: "Isn't that the epitome of our current era?"

Yang Feidao: "The amount of wealth has become the criterion for judging a person's success. People began to make money blindly, making quick money, making more money; chasing getting richer and getting richer. At the same time, American hedonism, Spencer's theory of evolution and James' pragmatism prevailed in the United States, and the traditional Puritan-style moral concepts and religious beliefs advocated hardworking and frugal ideas were gradually replaced by consumer hedonism such as the pursuit of personal wealth and material life."

Chen Mo said: "Really, I think that what we live is the life of the United States in the 20s!"

Yang Fei said: "Gatsby lost his first love, Daisy. He firmly believed that it was because he was not rich enough, so he aspired to become a rich man. After a few years, he got his wish. So he wanted to get back the money of the married business woman. Daisy. He packaged himself as a handsome and authentic gentleman, and played every night in a luxurious villa. However, Daisy is no longer the Daisy of the past. Once Daisy drove in a disturbed state and ran over her husband Tom. Gatsby took the responsibility of driving to protect Daisy, but Daisy had made up her mind to abandon Gatsby. Under Tom's instigation, his mistress's husband shot and killed Gatsby. Gatsby In the end, he became a complete victim. Gatsby died without seeing the mocking smile on Daisy's face."

Chen Mo thought for a while and asked, "Then, why do you say that Gatsby is amazing?"

Yang Fei said: "Because Gatsby is a real person, a pure person. He treats love sincerely and romantically, full of fantasies. For the Snow White in his heart, he worked hard to build a golden palace and lively parties, but He has no interest in all these pleasures and noises. He is sincere, pure, and kind when he gets along with others. He can also tell lies and use improper means to make money, but his purpose is pure and kind. Among the selfish and filthy crowd, Gatsby's innocence and romance are all the more noble and refined."

"Really?" Chen Mo pursed her lips and smiled, "Why do you use the word Ye when you talk about lying and making money?"

"Is there?" Yang Fei laughed and said, "Do you think I'm talking about myself?"

Holding the book in her arms, Chen Mo tilted her head and looked at him: "You are even more amazing than him!"

Yang Fei rubbed his chin, thinking, how can I compare with Gatsby?

If I were Gatsby, you would be Daisy.

It's just that you didn't marry a merchant's wife.

The way Yang Fei looked at her suddenly became gentle.

Chen Mo felt his burning gaze, her face flushed, she brushed her hair cautiously, and said with a smile, "After listening to your explanation, it will be easier for me to understand this famous book."

Yang Fei said: "You were right just now, America in the 20s is our present."

Chen Mo said: "So in our era, will there be many great Gatsbys?"

Yang Fei said: "There must be. I just don't know if there are any great writers to record the pulse of this era. Oh, I have to thank you."

Chen Mo asked puzzledly, "Thank you?"

Yang Fei said: "You said, isn't it interesting to adapt this story into a movie?"

Chen Mo smiled and said, "Such a famous novel, isn't there anyone adapting it?"

Yang Fei said: "There has been an adaptation, but we can neutralize it and make it into an oriental feature film."

Chen Mo said: "In my opinion, it's better to shoot your story! The audience is more interested in your success story!"

Yang Fei smiled and said: "I'm serious. Movies, like words, are also a means of recording the times. They all use artistic methods to express the strongest voice of a certain era. The imagery expressed in Gatsby's stories, It is connected with our modern society, and I think that if this story is orientalized, it will definitely resonate when it is filmed."