In 1990, the south, developed toy factory dormitory—

Cantonese song: "A rival who cannot be modified brings out warmth and always comes behind you. Even if you are long-winded, you always pay attention to it. It is too guilty to not know how to cherish it..."

Such a strange and familiar song suddenly sounded in Song Zhichao's ears.

He opened his sleepy eyes and a set of shabby old-fashioned combination cabinets with goldfish patterns from the 1980s jumped into his eyes. The cabinets were a bit dirty and had a smell of mold.

Looking around, this is a room of only about 20 square meters. Above your head is an old-fashioned light bulb. On the left side of the bed is a table with messy things on it, mirrors, wooden combs, boxed tapes. On the tape are handsome pictures of Hong Kong "Beyond" group Huang Jiaju and others, as well as members of the "Little Tiger Team" group Wu Qilong, Su Youpeng, Chen Zhipeng and others...

At this moment, a brand new black plastic "Yanwu" recorder was playing the tape, and the song was the song "Beyond's "Really Love You" that Song Zhichao just heard-

"The spring breeze and rain warm my heart, and I give it speechlessly for my life; it was your warm gaze that taught me to look forward firmly and reminded me not to give up when I fell; I can't explain how to repay my kindness with my relatives, and love is infinite, please allow me to say that I really love you..."

The sound quality of this brand of recorders is very poor, far inferior to that of Nissan or Hong Kong brands, but its TV commercials are very popular. Even Song Zhichao immediately remembered clearly that there was a boy named "Yanwu Boy" who held a recorder and sang while dancing, "Yanwu Yanwu, a song brings love!"

The recorder was rustling, and Beyond sang hysterically this extremely sad but popular song of gratitude to motherly love that major KTVs must call. Song Zhichao continued to look around in a daze, as if time and space were flowing back in front of him. The most noticeable thing was the calendar hanging on the wall, which turned out to be Andy Lau, who was among the "Four Heavenly Kings" in Hong Kong - leaning handsomely against a red motorcycle, with a styling like his "If Heaven Is Love".

How could this happen? These things...Look at the time displayed on the calendar - Congratulations to New Year 1990.

1990?

How is that possible!

Shouldn't it be 2018 now?

Song Zhichao's mind was a little confused and messy.

Everything in front of you is both familiar and unfamiliar.

It seems that time has flowed back several decades.

Is all this a dream?

Haven't woken up yet?

Song Zhichao couldn't help but pinch his face with his hands, it hurts!

He suddenly got up from the bed, picked up the small round mirror in the shape of goose eggs on the table, and looked at him.

strangeness!

Very strange!

In the mirror, there is a slightly tender but very handsome face, at most eighteen years old. Perhaps because of drunkenness, he looks a little haggard and his eyes are black.

"Is this really me?" Song Zhichao looked at himself in the mirror incredibly.

He was sure that he had never seen this face in his life

Then his head became dizzy, and a strange memory instantly swallowed him.

...

"Song Zhichao" has not yet awakened from the shock just now. To be precise, he has not adapted to his current "identity".

Although the names are the same, they are not the same person.

Song Zhichao was an orphan in his previous life, a famous real estate tycoon and a financial hero; the person in front of him was a poor "worker" who only had high school education and came to work in the south.

This is a simple boy who came from the north to the south and worked hard with his friends in the toy factory. He worked happily with his childhood sweetheart girlfriend.

Just as Mr. Lu Xun said: The children of poor people are unkempt and unkempt on the streets, while the children of rich people are monstrous and charming at home. When they grow up, they are all in the society in the dark, just like their fathers, or worse.

The simple Song Zhichao felt that he was not even as good as his father.

Just yesterday, he saw with his own eyes that his girlfriend betrayed him and actually got along with the production manager of his factory.

That's not all. The manager also used his power to directly remove him, who could have been promoted to the workshop manager.

Love, career, a complete defeat!

The simple boy couldn't accept such a blow at once, so he drank wildly, and finally the scene in front of him appeared.

After his rebirth, "Song Zhichao" couldn't help but smile bitterly. He really didn't know whether to be grateful or sad. But one thing is certain, now he is Song Zhichao, and Song Zhichao is him.

Soon, Song Zhichao thought of the situation in front of him, what kind of era is this.

1990-

This is a great era of reform and opening up, with vitality; thousands of horses galloping and hundreds of boats competing for the current!

Countless workers, farmers, intellectuals... have been continuously investing in this rushing wave of the times.

Going into the sea, stocks;

State-owned enterprise reform, a golden decade of coal;

The great development of IT, the Internet era, the globalization of entertainment...

In the end, the waves washed away the sand, and many heroes and heroes poured out!

Heroes are tragic, and heroes are paranoid.

but--

This is an era where you can succeed without relying on your education!

This is an era where you can win without relying on the backstage!

Here, we don’t need a rich father or a second-generation official. We just need to seize an opportunity and keep up with the beating pulse of the times to create a new century that belongs to us.

Now I am eighteen years old, and the simple and simple Song Zhichao has gone, but I am here.

...

"Brother Chao, you're awake, are you fine?" Suddenly, a honest fat man came in from outside with a thermos bottle. When he saw Song Zhichao, he asked anxiously.

Song Zhichao thought for a moment and recognized this person.

This is the cousin of "I", the name is very rural, called "Zhu Fugui". He came to work in the south for a year with me. He is seventeen years old this year. He is tall and strong, but his mind is not good. He stayed here for a long time and still couldn't speak Cantonese. Many times he couldn't understand the words of people here and was always bullied. Song Zhichao usually likes to protect him, and the two have a deep relationship.

"I'm fine, but I'm still a little dizzy."

"I'm afraid you drank too much wine last night. My mother said it was not good to drink too much wine. I advised you last night, but you just didn't listen."

Zhu Fugui scratched his head, quickly put down the iron thermos in his hand, picked up a white enamel teapot from the table, and then said to Song Zhichao: "Brother Chao, turn your head and don't look."

"What are you doing?"

"Turn your head first."

Song Zhichao listened to him and turned his head over.

Then Song Zhichao saw Zhu Fugui sticking out his butt and sneakily pulling out an iron box from under the bed where he was sleeping, then opened the iron box and took out a bag of chrysanthemum brand "melly milk essence" from it.

The wheat milk essence was clamped with a wooden clip and opened it. Zhu Fugui carefully poured the wheat milk essence into the enamel teapot. After looking, he gritted his teeth, shook the opening, and poured out more. Some fine powder was sprinkled in the mouth of the tank, and he pursed it with his fingers, stuffed it into his mouth and sucked it hard.

After doing all this, Zhu Fugui quickly put a bag of wheat milk semen into the iron box and stuffed it under the bed, carefully looking like a thief.

"Gududu!" The hot tea brewed the milk essence, and a fragrance rose from the house.

"Okay, I know you have a headache. I'll give you my oxidant essence - it won't hurt after drinking your head." Zhu Fugui handed the steaming tea to Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao felt a fever and said, "This is your baby, how can I drink it?"

Zhu Fugui turned fat and said, "As long as you don't drink secretly, I'll give you some drinks. My mother asked me to save money, but I couldn't bear to spend it. I only bought this wheat milk semen. I originally wanted to give it to my mother when I went home and let her taste it. It's not that I'm reluctant to let you drink it..."

The fat man's explanation became more and more chaotic, but Song Zhichao knew clearly that as his cousin, Song Zhichao was originally simple and simple, but he was willing to spend money to follow the trend. Especially after he confirmed his relationship with his childhood sweetheart Tian Xiaoli, Song Zhichao spent money even more. He worked for more than a year, not only did he not save money, but also owed a lot of debts.

Not to mention anything else, just say that the brand new "Yanwu" tape recorder used to play songs just now was bought by Song Zhichao just half a month ago.

As soon as this brand of tape recorder was launched, it was sought after by domestic enthusiasts. Citizens of the Imperial City stayed up late to queue up for purchases on heavy snow, so the price reached 280 yuan. You should know that at this time, the salary of ordinary employees in BJ City was only 80 yuan to 150 yuan. For example, Song Zhichao and others worked in Guangdong, stayed up late and worked overtime all day, and the salary of a month was at most 60 or 70 yuan. To buy such luxury goods, Song Zhichao was borrowed from his colleagues with a shameless face.

As for why the workers lent money to Song Zhichao, the reason is very simple. The rumors say that Song Zhichao is the best candidate for the next workshop supervisor of the "developed toy factory". Based on the tradition of flattery, these workers will take the initiative to lend money to Song Zhichao, hoping that after he becomes the supervisor, he will take more care of himself.

But who knows that Song Zhichao has not only been poached, but also his official position in charge has been pried out.

Just when Song Zhichao was drinking wheat milk semen and feeling more comfortable, he heard a woman downstairs shouting in a crisp voice: "Song Zhichao, I have something to say to you."

Song Zhichao was in bed and didn't move.

Zhu Fugui leaned over and looked out, then turned his head and muttered to Song Zhichao: "Well, my cousin's wife seems to have something to do with you."

Little cousin's wife?

Isn’t it that Tian Xiaoli who was poached?

What did she ask herself to do at this time?
Chapter completed!