The Pentium Era - South to North

In the evening, Zhang Chen finished dinner at Xiao Zhao's place and rode a bicycle to Qunying Garment Factory.

While eating, Xiao Zhao saw him looking unhappy and asked him, what's wrong with you?

Zhang Chen smiled and said it was nothing.

Is everything going well there? Xiao Zhao asked, what she was talking about was Qunying Garment Factory.

They rarely talked about it in the past two days, and when they did, they were cautious. Xiao Zhao knew in his heart that Zhang Chen didn't want to talk, and she also knew that he already had some regrets in his heart, but Xiao Zhao couldn't ask any more questions.

Zhang Chen, when he is worried, likes to shut himself in an iron box like a sardine, close the door and become a can. The sound of someone knocking on the iron sheet will also make him upset. He can only wait until He opened the door himself.

Xiao Zhao was waiting for him to open the door.

Zhang Chen smiled and said, not bad.

Xiao Zhao stretched out his hand to shake Zhang Chen's hand. When the two hands touched, Zhang Chen retracted and said, "I'll go down and have a look."

Xiao Zhao said yes.

Zhang Chen stood up and walked out of the door. Xiao Zhao looked at his back and sighed.

Zhang Chen walked downstairs, but did not stop in the shop. He walked out of the door, walked to his bicycle, unlocked it and rode on it. He seemed to be wandering aimlessly on the street, but it didn't take long. , just wandered here.

Zhang Chen touched his pocket and found the key to the iron door in his pocket. He smiled bitterly and sighed.

Well, just worry, all the worries are gone. There is no one in here now, you can go in.

Zhang Chen opened the locked iron door, pushed the cart in, then turned around and closed the door again.

The half of the two basketball courts next to the factory building is already immersed in the shadow of the factory building, while the other half is covered with orange-red sunset.

Zhang Chen rode his bicycle, going round and round between the light and the shadow, thinking to himself that there was still something to gain. In the evening when he was a child, a group of them took basketballs to the basketball court on the dirt floor of the school. , and often couldn't get the venue, which was occupied by the senior students. They had to wait until it was getting dark and the senior students left to go home, then they could hurriedly come on the court and play for a few minutes to enjoy themselves.

Now, I actually have two basketball courts. Although there is no backboard on the four concrete baskets, a court without backboards is still a court. I can play as long as I want.

Zhang Chen got off his bicycle and ran on the court, dribbling, passing people, and three-step layups. After a while, he was out of breath and sweating profusely.

Zhang Chen walked aside, climbed up to the concrete stand, and sat down in the shadow of the factory building. The concrete stand was still burning his buttocks, so Zhang Chen simply took off his shirt, put it under his buttocks, and sat shirtless.

The noise of Stadium Road in front, separated by an office building and halfway through the stadium, is already a bit distant. The Hangcheng Oil Refinery next door seems to be undergoing extensive construction work. There are pile drivers, which keep making dull "bang, bang" sounds. Every time there was a "bang", the cement stand under my butt shook slightly.

Zhang Chen took out the mobile phone in his pocket, and even though he knew he couldn't get through, he still dialed Liu Ligan and Meng Ping's numbers one after another.

Meng Ping must be in the detention center now. I wonder if he is also looking out the window, looking at the same sunset. Zhang Chen still doesn't know where Liu Ligan is.

Zhang Chen closed the flap of his mobile phone and sighed.

Zhang Chen thought to himself, it would be great if even one of these two people could get through on the phone, and he would not be so irritated and feel such a strong sense of loneliness.

During this period of time, Zhang Chen tried his best to pretend to be relaxed and indifferent, but he was nervous in his heart. There were many things that neither he nor Xiao Zhao could say. If he did, it would only bring more unnecessary troubles.

If Meng Ping and Liu Ligan were here, they could say, friends, don't they rely on each other at critical times?

However, at the most critical moment for Meng Ping and Liu Ligan, he failed to be their support. When they extended their hands for help, he did not catch them. No, no, they did not even extend their hands to them. That was their fault. I feel that I am completely unreliable and have too little ability to help them solve any problems.

And they, in Zhang Chen's heart, have long been relied on. Although Zhang Chen has no intention of asking them to borrow money, Meng Ping said, within 10 million, I will call you in minutes, more than 10 million, If you give me a few days, it will invisibly give Zhang Chen the confidence to do anything he dares to do.

Including that time, when the director and secretary of Sanbao asked me to register a company, I clearly only had two million, but I dared to say that the registered capital was five million, because I felt that the three million would not be a problem, because Liu Ligan and Meng Ping are here.

Now that Liu Ligan and Meng Ping are gone, Zhang Chen feels trembling and cautious in everything he does.

They are no longer his backers, but he must work hard to become their backers. In this world, money cannot solve all problems, but it can solve most of the problems. Whether it is Meng Ping or Liu Ligan, when they appear again When the time comes, money will definitely be needed.

Zhang Chen couldn't let himself fall, especially when everyone else fell, and he couldn't fall. Now, what might make him fall, he couldn't control it, was here.

Qu Tianlin is right. If things are not done well here, it will become a bottomless pit. The more Zhang Chen learns about it, the more he feels this way. That day in Director Liu's office, and even after coming out of his office, Zhang Chen felt What Zhang Chen felt was irritability and anxiety, but as the number of visits here increased in the past two days, especially after having more contact with people here, Zhang Chen felt worried and even a little desperate.

He had a feeling that he was heading towards an unfathomable abyss step by step.

These people here are all people from another world. The workers in another world are completely different from the workers in his factory. The workers in the factory are very simple. They just work hard to make more money, and the tighter the production tasks are. , the workers are better managed, each one is like a nail nailed to his seat, how can it be difficult to manage.

Workers in the factory don't even have to worry about commuting to and from get off work. After getting up, washing their faces and eating, they go to the workshop, turn on the machines and start working. Even the supervisor has not yet arrived in the workshop.

The same goes for getting off work. As long as he has not finished his work for the day, no one needs to tell him that he will work hard until he is done. He will submit the finished product to quality inspection and only get off work after passing the inspection, even if he stays up all night, even if he is the only one left in the workshop. one person.

Here, the prescribed working hours are from 8 a.m. to 11:30 p.m. and from 1 p.m. to 5:30 p.m., but no one can tell clearly who will come and when, and even how many people will come to the factory today. Even if you come here, no one will know.

Most people still come to the factory every day, it seems, just to make themselves feel that they have somewhere to go. When they go out in the morning, they can confidently tell their families that I have gone to work. In fact, they just changed the place to sit, or He said that there were more people chatting in the factory and the chatting atmosphere was better than at home.

Those who still sit down and drive a few pairs of large pants every day are because there is a piece-rate bonus of 10 cents for making a pair. The salary is not guaranteed, but this bonus can be paid every month, because it does not add up to a few hundred yuan. money.

And these few who still do some work are all poor households in the factory. Even this dime bonus is good for them.

The situation here makes Zhang Chen feel as if he has returned to Gaofang. Even the people around him seem to be from Gaofang. How difficult it is to deal with the people in Gaofang. Back then, he was the most difficult thorn in the side. One of them is no less than the "working class" today. Zhang Chen now feels that he sympathizes with the Yongcheng County Cultural Bureau and Ding Baigou.

Did you begin to understand their difficulties only when you were in the same situation as them?

Zhang Chen shook his head.

The sun has set, and now the entire stadium, including the entire world around it, is immersed in the same light. The night is still dark, and it is still dark. It is so anxious and uneasy, and every time the pile driver "bang bang" The blow seemed to make the light a little darker, as if the night was shaken down from the sky bit by bit by it.

Zhang Chen feels that he has no way out now. In any case, it is his choice to annex this place. Even if he is dizzy in Director Liu's office, the choice after dizziness is also your choice.

Xiao Zhao objected, and Qu Tianlin reminded her that since you are still stubborn and want to choose a path to darkness, then you should go unless you can see the light at the end of darkness.

Zhang Chen felt that he had no choice. He just wanted to walk this dark road to the end and go all the way. Apart from that, he had no other way to go.

Walk into the night, just plunge into the night so recklessly. You can only find your own light in the dark night, if that light is still there, or if it is still there.

Zhang Chen lay down on the cement stand. The cement under his body was still warm, but the heat was disappearing. Every "bang bang" hit of the pile driver next door seemed to make the temperature a little lower.

Closing his eyes, Zhang Chen thought of that night in Haicheng. In that swamp, so many fireflies surrounded him, bringing an unreal world. But now, this world and this night seem not to be real either. So true.

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