Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

After a quick mental review, the total inheritance in my name exceeded 10 million, divided into 10 parts.

My mother and sister get 7 shares, my uncle gets 1 share, the two actors get 1 share, and Mi Jian gets 1 share.

After thinking about it, Zhang Xuan immediately changed the will: his mother and sister will get 6 shares, his uncle will get 1 share, Shuangling will get 1 share, Mi Jian will get 1 share, and Lilith will get 1 share.

Although I have been separated from Lilith for two lifetimes, my heavy love for her, and the fact that she has no regrets and moves forward in front of Liao Yun in the hotel is worth giving her a share.

There was a sad sound in the cabin, a sad sound of hopeless desire.

After the mink-skinned young woman wrote her suicide note, she saw that Zhang Xuan and Li Mei were the only two calm people on the plane. She unexpectedly said with tears: "If you are still alive, please help me take care of my son..."

Hearing the words that they still cared about their son before they died, Zhang Xuan and Li Mei both burst into tears and choked with sobs. They didn't know what to say and nodded heavily.

Knowing that if the plane really couldn't hold on, no one would be able to survive the accident, but this was the last bit of obsession and hope as a mother, and Zhang Xuan and Li Mei couldn't bear to burst this bubble.

Under the urging of the stewardess, quickly and sadly, everyone wrote the will with tears in their eyes.

Not long after I finished writing the suicide note, a bright light appeared in front of me, and there was a whoosh! The plane flew out of the thundercloud.

At this moment, at this moment, everyone cheered and tore up all the wills. They were happy, laughing, hugging the neighbors and talking about the pain just now.

Zhang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Mei also breathed a sigh of relief.

The young mink woman breathed a sigh of relief.

The three of them looked at each other and laughed with tears in their eyes.

only…

Fucking just...

It’s just that everyone laughed too early.

next moment! Just the next moment! The plane flew into a larger thundercloud, and the situation became more serious.

The flight attendant who had been pretending to be calm this time also cried, and shouted at the top of her lungs for everyone to hand in their wills as soon as possible.

From sadness to happiness, and from happiness to even more sadness, everyone went crazy. They cried bitterly and finished writing the will again and handed it to the stewardess.

After handing in the suicide note, everyone hugged each other, closed their eyes, or cried alone in their seats, just waiting to die.

They are all waiting to die!

Boom boom boom! …

There was thunder outside, and Zhang Xuan chose to close his eyes and wait for death. Even though the young mink woman next to him was so frightened that she fell on his right shoulder, the old master remained unmoved.

There is nothing to be afraid of when death is imminent, even if you are so scared inside that you are about to lose control.

But as a man, you still have to live a decent life and not end up in an anticlimactic state.

Close your eyes…

A minute passed...

Two minutes have passed...

Three minutes have passed...

…

…

I don't know how many minutes passed, but Zhang Xuan didn't wait for the sound of the plane crashing to the ground, but instead heard a huge celebration.

right! A violent scream! Roaring with tears of joy!

Zhang Xuan quickly opened his eyes and found that in the cabin at this time, men, women, old and young, tall and short, beautiful and ugly, all raised their hands to celebrate the survivors.

There was a stewardess with tears on her face, but she danced a folk dance with a happy smile.

Zhang Xuan tilted his head. The blue sky and white clouds outside the window were shining brightly. The mountains, rivers and buildings on the ground were vaguely visible, and the world was peaceful.

He understands, escape from death! He had a damn narrow escape from death!

It’s great to be alive!

He cried.

He was holding back his trembling and not crying, but he cried when he was still alive after the disaster.

Tears flowed freely.

Seeing that Zhang Xuan finally had a normal expression, the boy's mother next to him moved away from his right shoulder and looked at a large piece of clothes wet with her own tears.

The boy's mother wiped her tears and said apologetically in Cantonese: "Thank you, I have caused you trouble along the way."

Zhang Xuan wiped away his tears, put on a bright smile, and replied politely in Cantonese:

"Needless to say, I thought I was going to die before. I thought I would still be with you after death. Even if I cross the Naihe Bridge, I won't be alone. That sense of satisfaction in despair, you don't know how happy you are.

So, there is no need to thank me. Otherwise, if you thank me and I thank you, there will be no end to the thank yous. "

The boy's mother laughed when she heard it, her eyes swept over the boy lovingly, and asked Zhang Xuan: "Are you a local from Yangcheng?"

Zhang Xuan shook his head: "I am from Hunan Province, studying here."

The boy's mother was a little surprised, "You are so young, but you speak quite authentic Cantonese. Some of my colleagues from other places have been working in Yangcheng for more than ten years, and they still have a strong local accent when they speak Cantonese."

Zhang Xuan said with a smile: "Maybe I have a talent for languages. Not only can I learn Cantonese, but I can also learn English."

The boy's mother also thought so, and then said with lingering fear: "You two are really amazing. Everyone in the cabin was panicked before, but you two were not afraid and never changed your expressions."

Zhang Xuan glanced at Li Mei and sighed: "It's not that we are not afraid, but we have been on the edge of life and death before. When facing death, we may be calmer."

Although the boy's mother was very curious about what kind of life and death Zhang Xuan and Li Mei had experienced, after all, they had only known each other for a short time. After all, the environment was not suitable for discussing life and death at this time.

When the plane arrived over the Shanghai Stock Exchange, Zhang Xuan, like everyone else, was truly relieved when he saw the blue sky and white clouds.

When we got off the plane and landed, there was another cheer.

When they left, the boy's mother said to Zhang Xuan and Li Mei: "Thank you, see you again when we are destined."

Zhang Xuan and Li Mei just smiled and said nothing. Goodbye by fate, goodbye by fate, how difficult is it to meet again in the vast sea of ​​people?

After leaving the airport, Li Mei asked: "Should we take the train back or not?"

Zhang Xuan said calmly: "Take a plane."

Li Mei stared at the back of his head for a few seconds and said nothing.

The people who came to pick them up from the airport ate something on the roadside. After their stomachs were full, the group of people hurried to the pier.

"Our containers are over here." Li Mei was familiar with Yangshan Port. As soon as she completed the formalities at the port, she took Zhang Xuan and walked to the right.

Upon arriving at the destination, Zhang Xuan walked around the two containers and asked, "How many tons of newsprint are there in total?"

Li Mei took out the report from her backpack and gave it to him, saying: "The 40-foot container contains 20 tons, and the other 20-foot container contains 12 tons."

Zhang Xuan understood at once, "Xinmin Evening News and West China Metropolis Daily have booked four months' worth each?"

"right."

Li Mei responded and added: "After this transaction is completed, I have to go to Russia to purchase 12 tons of newsprint for the Guangdong Provincial Daily."

Opening the container, Zhang Xuan found that the finished newsprint was a white roll paper with the specification of 1562x12000 marked on it.

Zhang Xuan knew clearly that 1562mm represents the width and 12000m represents the length of the roll of paper.

He reached out and touched it, but he couldn't tell whether it was good or bad. He just felt that it was similar to ordinary newspaper paper, not as good as calligraphy paper.

Seeing that he was confused, Li Mei patiently explained: "This kind of newsprint is generally used to print newspapers, and is usually made of more than 80% mechanical wood pulp and less than 20% chemical wood pulp.

The paper is light, elastic, and has good ink absorption properties, which ensures that the ink can be well fixed on the paper.

After calendering, both sides of the paper are smooth and lint-free, so that the imprints on both sides are clearer and fuller; it has a certain mechanical strength; it has good opacity; it is suitable for high-speed rotary machine printing

Since mechanical wood pulp fibers contain a lot of lignin, the paper tends to turn yellow and become brittle under the influence of light, so it is not suitable for printing books and periodicals that need to be preserved for a long time..."

After coming out of the customs, Zhang Xuan went to Xinmin Evening News.

It was a middle-aged woman and a secretary who received the two people.

The middle-aged woman's surname was Cao, and Li Mei called her Lao Cao.

Ms. Cao and Li Mei hugged each other when they met. Judging from their smiles, they must be very familiar old friends.

When she let go, Li Mei took the initiative to introduce Zhang Xuan: "Aren't you always curious about who I will work for after returning to China? This is my boss."

Seeing that the other party was a little surprised, Li Mei added: "You should be familiar with the "wind" of people's literature, it was written by my boss."

Ms. Cao was even more surprised, but the two expressions of surprise were completely different.

Zhang Xuan reached out his hand and said with a smile: "Hello, Zhang Xuan."

"Hello, Cao Mo."

As the editor-in-chief of Xinmin Evening News, the popular "Wind" is a must-see, and she is even more curious about its author "March". According to rumors, many reporters are now looking for the true identity of "March" body.

Unexpectedly, he was so young, and he never expected to meet under such circumstances. Cao Mo naturally did not dare to neglect.

The tips of the two fingers intertwined and they shook.

At this time, Li Mei spoke again and joked: "Old Cao, am I the boss enough to drink your Wuyi Oolong tea?"

"Enough, please." Cao Mo looked at Li Mei with a smile, extended her hand and solemnly invited Zhang Xuan into the reception room for tea.

The reception room is simple, but not simple.

Zhang Xuan stared at the antique tables and chairs for a while, his heart clenched.

Damn it, the tables and chairs are actually made of mahogany.

Cao Mo seems to be particularly fond of tea art. After a series of standardized etiquette for Wuyi Oolong tea, Zhang Xuanren almost fainted from waiting.

After a long time, Cao Mo put a cup in front of Zhang Xuan and said in a relaxed and humorous tone: "Distinguished guests, please have tea."

"Thanks."

Zhang Xuan did not dare to neglect and brought out the deepest connotation of the old man.

Tasted it: The taste is pretty good, with a delicate entrance, aroma of peach and orchid, and a refreshing taste.

After smashing the bar in a decent manner for a few seconds, Zhang Xuan smiled and nodded: "Good tea."

Seeing Zhang Xuan's literate look, Cao Mo didn't know if he was getting the genuine article or if he was being polite to her.

But looking at his temperament and the "wind" in his writing, Cao Mo thought that Zhang Xuan didn't seem to be fake, and his smile couldn't help but widen a little.

It took more than an hour to drink tea and chat.

In order to cope with this difficult situation, Zhang Xuan brought out all the cultural accumulation from his previous life. The three of them talked about astronomy, geography, and humanistic features.

Grandma is a bitch, talking nonsense to a woman full of ink is exhausting.

When he was about to leave after paying the bill, Li Mei took the opportunity and asked quietly: "How is my boss?"

Cao Mo nodded: "He is truly a genius."

Li Mei smiled happily, took the remittance slip and left.

Outside, Zhang Xuan asked: "Did you get it?"

Li Mei handed the remittance slip to Zhang Xuan: "The profit is 30 yuan per meal, 200,000 tons in 4 months, and 6 million yuan is received."

Then, without waiting for Zhang Xuan to reply, Li Mei said in a negotiating tone: "Based on the past tacit understanding between the two parties, I plan to spend 200,000 yuan on it."

Kickbacks, this has been the case for thousands of years, so Zhang Xuan naturally has no problem with it.

Seeing that Zhang Xuan agreed, Li Mei then said: "Cao Mo and I have been friends for many years. If you need money, after signing the contract, we can advance the profit of the next order."

Zhang Xuan understood instantly, "Commercial acceptance bill?"

Li Mei replied: "Yes, the newspaper is not short of money."

Of course Zhang Xuan knew that newspapers these days were not short of money, so he asked hurriedly: "How many points will the interest discount be?"

Li Mei raised two fingers: "As long as you give up two points, you can take the money out of the bank in advance and use it for other purposes."

Hearing that there were only 2 points, Zhang Xuan couldn't help but think highly of her again. This woman's connections and skills were good, she was indeed amazing.

Zhang Xuan thought for a while and then asked: "Can West China Metropolis Daily also use commercial acceptance bills?"

Li Mei said: "If you want, you can."

Zhang Xuan took the next contract and browsed it carefully.

In fact, there is nothing interesting about the contract. The main focus is on profit.

The profit of the next order still does not reach 5%, and the profit still does not reach the red line of foreign trade.

Zhang Xuan frowned for a while, then saw Li Mei looking at him silently. After a long time, he returned the contract to her and asked curiously: "When do you plan to raise the price?"

Li Mei explained: "The second half of the year."

"Um."

Zhang Xuan responded and walked forward directly.

As I walked, I was thinking in my mind.

With this order, Xinmin Evening News's 6 million has been obtained.

If nothing else, West China Metropolis Daily’s 3.6 million should be fine.

Excluding taxes, transportation and labor costs, the net profit from one order is 9.6 million. Regardless of the profit point, just looking at the amount, it is really a lot.

Excluding rebates and other expenses, the available quota for this order is 9.2 million. Then the next order can be advanced in advance by 9.4 million through commercial acceptance bill.

920 plus 940 is 18.6 million.

In addition to the 1.26 million in his own card and the 8.4 million in Yingtai Foreign Trade Company.

A total of 28.26 million!

It’s just over 28.26 million, which is still far from the 43 million needed.

Moreover, if the textile factory is taken down, more than 100 workers will need to be resettled, which will be a huge expense.

Zhang Xuan rubbed the sun, it was really troublesome. It was difficult for a small man to get a piece of land.

Now he only prays that no one in the textile factory will cut off his hair, and that no one will have such vision.

Otherwise, if you start to quarrel with others, you will not only be fighting for money, but also for relationships.

No, the textile factory doesn't have to be in a hurry, but the 22,000 square meters of open space behind the shop can be acquired first.

After all, it’s only 16 million.

I have a lot of money now, so I have to give it a try.

When his thoughts came to this point, Zhang Xuan immediately told Li Mei his thoughts.

Hearing that Zhang Xuan really wanted to enter commercial real estate, Li Mei seemed even happier than him. She walked with her bag and said in a cool voice:

"No problem, I will submit the land application procedures after returning to Yangcheng."

When I arrived, I was terrified to fly, but the flight back was smooth sailing.

As soon as they left the airport, the two separated.

Li Mei had to go back and prepare the land application procedures, and she also had to make arrangements for a trip to Russia.

As for Zhang Xuan, he planned to go back to the rented house to meet Du Shuangling.

Although we didn't see each other for only two days, we almost parted ways. He really wanted to see his wife at the moment.

After a hurried journey, it was already past five o'clock in the afternoon when we returned to the rental house.

On the second floor, open the door, enter, and look around the room. Du Shuangling is not there.

After thinking about it, go to the third floor, on the far left, and knock on the door.

After knocking for a while, there was no response, and it seemed that Wen Hui was not here either.

He ran to the first floor and asked Lao Deng: "Have you seen the two actors coming back?"

Lao Deng adjusted his glasses and asked, "Where have you been these two days?"

Zhang Xuan replied: "I'm making money."

Lao Deng stretched his neck and asked, "How much did you earn?"

Zhang Xuan glanced at him and said with a smile: "10 million."

"How many?"

"10 million."

"How many???"

"10 million!"

Crack!

With a sound, Lao Deng shook his right hand and the iron pliers holding the briquettes fell to the ground.

The briquettes were broken.

And smashed one.

Lao Deng turned around and asked in disbelief: "Earned from foreign trade? The money comes in so quickly?"

Zhang Xuan raised his chin: "Otherwise."

Old Deng choked, and after a while he said, "Then am I going to resign and work with you?"

Zhang Xuan smiled happily and said half truthfully, "Are you serious about it?"

Old Deng grinned: "I, Old Deng, stick to my words and keep my word. Unless you take the initiative to terminate the agreement."

"How is that possible?" Zhang Xuan raised his voice and said, "Write your resignation letter first and wait for my notification."

Then he asked again and again: "Have you seen the two actors today?"

Lao Deng replied: "I saw it. Xiao Du, Wen Hui, and the Qingzhu girl stayed on the second floor for a while in the afternoon, and then left again."

After receiving the exact news, Zhang Xuan was too lazy to talk nonsense with Lao Deng, so he returned to the second floor and entered the study.

After experiencing the plane incident, he now has a lot to talk about.

He took out the suicide note he got from the stewardess and unfolded it. After a few seconds of silence, Zhang Xuan took out a pen and started writing a letter to Mi Jian.

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