Li Wenqiang floated on the road, shaking left and right, as if he was stepping on lotus leaves, and sometimes he came to the other side of the road, and sometimes he came to the other side of the road. The driver passing by was so angry that he honked the horn and scolded: "Are you tired of life?"

Li Wenqiang responded in a Beijing-style tone: "Your uncle, how amazing is driving? I nodded and turned around and drove the Duke King."

The driver left without hearing the second half and followed the window to send the front half answer: "Of course it's amazing to drive."

"The uncle will drive tomorrow." Li Wenqiang chased the car and scolded, and then coughed repeatedly by the exhaust gas.

The passing driver couldn't even see the taillight when he kicked the accelerator.

"This Beijing stick!" Li Wenqiang was full of indignation, but he didn't know what he was indignant.

The real old man who passed by heard his words and sang: "You can't kill everyone with one blow. The driver is not necessarily a Beijinger. Are you right?"

Li Wenqiang was a little embarrassed. Looking at the other person's age, he probably was about the same as his father. He looked like an old man, his shoes, black fat pants, and kind-eyed and honest man, so he could only smile and say "yes".

"Come to Beijing to do business?" Mr. Zhen walked side by side with him and asked cordially.

Li Wenqiang nodded and said, "There is a company here to ask me, I'll come for an interview."

"Application."

"Yes, the interview went smoothly. After passing, the conditions given by the other party were good, but there was no staffing. I wasn't hesitating." Li Wenqiang had never known this Beijing old man, but because of this, he felt that he could speak freely. Anyway, everyone turned around and left, and there would be no more intersection.

The real old man was probably idle, and he was worried and said, "Are you a temporary worker?"

"There are no temporary or formal concepts in Hong Kong companies."

"No wonder, it's not good to have no organization. If something happens, I can't find a unit that can talk, and I can't even get a letter of introduction."

"That's right, I think so too, but the conditions given by the other party are very good."

"Good conditions? How good are they?"

Li Wen held back for a moment, but did not say the specific amount of money. He would not believe it even if he said it. He just said: "Give An family expenses, and don't pay for money."

"No matter how much money, there will always be a time to use it up. What should I do in the end?" Master Zhen thought forcibly for Li Wen and said, "This is just like those who go into the sea. It is easy to go into the sea, but it is difficult to climb up. Those who drowned will all know how to water."

Li Wenqiang smiled and said, "You are right."

"My old man has eaten rice for so many years, so he won't waste it." The old man laughed.

Li Wenqiang said again: "They will also get a car."

The real old man looked at Li Wenqiang in surprise: "I didn't realize that you are a manager, right?"

Li Wenqiang smiled and shook his head: "I just do research, it has nothing to do with the manager."

"University professor?"

"Not a professor yet."

"It's not a professor, but they are willing to invite you. It's not easy. We have a neighbor's relative, but the professor is here. Now the money has increased, and it's only a little over one hundred yuan a month, which is not much better than a worker. You said that workers have dozens of one hundred yuan a month. Is it useful to read a professor?"

It is better to sell tea eggs than those who make missiles. This pain is an indescribable pain. Li Wenqiang had to use traditional painkillers and laughed and said, "The work environment is different, so you don't have to sweat heavily."

"Workers know some skills and don't have to sweat. My grandson works as a small worker at the age of fifteen or sixteen. Now he is only twenty years old and has done a lot of work." The old man habitually started showing off his grandchildren.

Li Wenqiang felt sore and quickly ended the conversation. Instead, his heart became relaxed and he thought: I have been studying for more than ten years and the carp jumped over the dragon gate. It’s not for the salary of a hundred yuan. At least, I have to have a Duke King sitting there.

Looking at the pedestrians coming and going on the road, there were still half a minute before there were passing vehicles, Li Wenqiang suddenly felt a strong belief: a real man could not eat five cauldrons in his life, and he would be a cook for five cauldrons in his life.

He himself was from a working family and it took a lot of effort to jump out of the factory.

Looking back at the factories, there are so many things that are simple and simple, especially some factories with poor efficiency. The proud working class is not even comparable to farmers. Some factories and some grow vegetables in the factory garden.

The 20,000 yuan and the Duke King were a worker who could never work hard for the rest of his life. Li Wenqiang suddenly realized his value and instead had the idea of ​​a scholar dying for his confidant.

Apart from Yang Rui, no one has ever valued him like this.

Of course, there has never been anyone around Li Wenqiang who has 20,000 yuan or has a duke and king.

"I wish Yang Rui was a little older." Li Wenqiang thought this more than once.

Age does not mean high level, but when you get older, many things will be convenient to do, especially since Yang Rui has not graduated, which adds countless variables to the future.

As for academic aspects, CELL is high enough for domestic scholars. Publishing a CELL at the age of 40 or 50 is a good thing that can comfort your life.

Li Wenqiang struggled fiercely, returned to the guesthouse, and habitually picked up his pen and wrote, but thought about it but decided to call.

However, it is difficult to make calls casually. The phone bill is so expensive, why do you think about wherever you want to say it?

So, Li Wenqiang continued to sit upright at his desk, writing tomorrow's phone outline on the letter paper, stroke by stroke.

However, the carefully prepared outline did not shorten the phone time.

Li's wife no longer had the thrift of the past and asked and discussed carefully on the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Li Wenqiang went to pay the fee, and it took him 30 minutes.

"I didn't feel it at all." Li Wenqiang took out the last copper plate on his body before he could collect enough phone bills.

The post office staff was high above and looked at people with their eyes and said, "I'll remind you of the time. You should not hang up. If someone else is spending the deposit, it will hang up. I think you are kind and kind, so I asked you to play for a while."

The staff's tone was very impatient, but they were still a little sincere in helping and caring. When Li Wenqiang heard him say "gentle and kind", he had to thank him with a wry smile.

Nowadays, phone calls are manually connected, and it takes a long time to get through, so it is indeed a helping hand to not hang up the phone.

However, half of the money he brought out was gone.

Indeed, no result was reached.

How can such a big thing be discussed by phone?

Li Wenqiang returned to the guesthouse, thought about it all night, but suffered from insomnia all night.

This night, many future academicians and Changjiang scholars suffered from insomnia.

Yang Rui was sleeping soundly in the room. The people he chose to interview were all unsuccessful now. Those who had already studied abroad or were valued by the unit now would not be able to take the initiative to come and be poached.

Moreover, Yang Rui is also very sincere.

Now I don’t know if an officer’s retirement fee is tens of thousands of yuan, but I naturally don’t have one with a Duke King.

Furthermore, Yang Rui also provided a high salary to the other party. If this is the case, the sense of security brought by the establishment cannot be offset, and there is nothing we can do about it.

Yang Rui longed for a laboratory full of calves, but there was no need for too much.
Chapter completed!