Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Chapter 546

Li Wenqiang was floating on the road, swaying from side to side, as if he was stepping on lotus leaves, he swayed to the side of the road for a while, and swayed to the other side of the road for a while, and the drivers who passed by were honking and cursing: "You Are you tired of life?"

Li Wenqiang imitated the tone of Beijing style and replied: "Your uncle, what a great car to drive? I nodded, turned around and drove the Duke."

The driver left without hearing the second half, and sent the first half of the answer through the car window: "Of course it's great to drive."

"Master, it will start tomorrow." Li Wenqiang chased the car buttocks and cursed, and then coughed repeatedly due to the exhaust fumes.

The passing driver kicked the accelerator, and the taillights could not be seen.

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

The old man who was passing by heard his words and raised his voice: "You can't beat everyone to death with a stick. The driver is not necessarily a Beijinger, are you right?"

Li Wenqiang was a little embarrassed. Looking at the age of the other party, he was probably about the same age as his father. He had old shoes, black fat pants, and looked like a real uncle with kind eyebrows and kind eyes. He could only smile and say "yes".

"Come to Beijing for business?" The real uncle walked side by side with him and asked kindly.

Li Wenqiang nodded and said, "A company here wants me, and I'm here for an interview."

"Interview."

"Yeah, the interview went very well. I passed. The conditions given by the other party are good, but there is no preparation. I am not hesitant." Li Wenqiang has never met this Beijing uncle, but because of this, he feels that he can speak freely , anyway, everyone turned around and left, and there will be no more intersections.

The real uncle was probably also idle, and worried with him: "Temporary worker?"

"In Hong Kong companies, people don't have the concept of temporary or formal."

"No wonder, it's not good if you don't have an organization. In case something happens, you can't find a unit that can talk, and you can't even open a letter of introduction."

"That's right, I thought 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 while, and didn't say the specific amount of money, and the other party wouldn't believe it if he said it, and just said: "For the settling expenses, the money is not young or old."

"Money, no matter how much it is, it will always be used up when it is used up. In the end, what will you do?" The real uncle was very considerate of Li Wenqiang, and said: "It's like those people who go into the sea. It's easy to go into the sea, but difficult to climb up. Those who drowned It's all water."

Li Wenqiang smiled and said, "You're right."

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

Li Wenqiang said again: "They also provide cars."

The real old man looked at Li Wenqiang in surprise: "I didn't see it, you are a manager."

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

"University professor?"

"Not a professor yet."

"It's not a professor, everyone is willing to invite you, it's not easy, we have a neighbor's relative, but the professor is here, and now the salary has increased, only a little more than a hundred yuan a month, not much better than a worker Go, you said that the workers have tens of hundreds of dollars a month, is it useful to read the professor?"

It's not as good as a missile

Making missiles is not as good as selling tea eggs. This kind of pain is indescribable. Li Wenqiang had to use traditional painkillers and said with a smile: "The working environment is different. After all, there is no need to sweat profusely."

"Workers who know a little bit of technology don't need to work hard. My grandson did a small job at the age of fifteen or sixteen, and now he is doing a big job at the age of twenty, and he has earned a lot." The old man habitually began to dazzle Sun.

Li Wenqiang's teeth were sour for a while, and he quickly ended the conversation. Instead, his heart became more relaxed, and he secretly said: I have studied for more than ten years, and the carp jumped the dragon's gate, not because of this hundred and ten yuan salary,

At the very least, I want a duke to sit.

Looking at the pedestrians coming and going on the road, and there may not be any passing vehicles for half a minute, Li Wenqiang suddenly had a strong belief: If a man can't live with five tripods, he will die with five tripods.

He himself came from a worker's family, and it took a lot of effort to jump out of the factory.

Looking back at the factories now, they are simple and simple, and there are infinitely many farts, especially some factories with poor returns. The proud working class can’t even compare with farmers. Some factories, and in the garden of the factory grow vegetables.

20,000 yuan and the duke are things that a worker can't get by working hard for a lifetime. Li Wenqiang suddenly realized his own value, and then, he had the idea of ​​dying for his confidant.

Except for Yang Rui, no one has ever valued him so much.

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

"It would be great if Yang Rui was older." Li Wenqiang thought so more than once.

Old age does not mean high level, but after getting older, many things are easier to do, especially Yang Rui has not yet graduated, which adds countless variables to the future.

As for academics, for domestic scholars, CELL is high enough. Publishing a CELL at the age of 40 or 50 is a good thing for life.

Li Wenqiang's mind was full of fierce struggle, and he returned to the hostel, habitually picked up a pen and wrote, but decided to make a phone call after thinking about it.

However, it is not easy to make casual calls, and the phone bill is so expensive, how can it be easy to think of what to say.

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

However, a well-prepared outline did not shorten the call time.

Li's wife lost the frugality of the past, so she asked and discussed carefully on the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Li Wenqiang went to pay the bill, which took 30 minutes.

"I don't think so at all." Li Wenqiang took out the last copper coin on his body to make up enough for the phone bill.

The staff of the post office looked at people from the corner of their eyes and said, "I've reminded you of the time. You don't hang up. If it's someone else, they'll hang up after the deposit is spent. I think you're polite and you really have something to do." , let you fight for a while."

The tone of the staff was very impatient, but there was still some genuine help and concern. Li Wenqiang could only thank him with a wry smile when he heard him say "gentle and polite".

Calls are made manually now, and it takes a long time to get through, so it is indeed a favor not to hang up the phone.

However, the money he brought out was