Rebirth of the Wild Age

It was the sixth day of the lunar calendar, and a crescent moon hung high in the night sky.

The "stowaways" lined up like mice through the narrow dog holes. Although they don't know each other, they have a tacit understanding and try not to make the slightest sound.

"Hiss!"

The sound of cloth breaking broke the silence. The fat director climbed halfway, turned around and cursed: "My trousers are brand-name!"

"Hahahaha!" Finally someone couldn't help but covered his mouth and laughed.

Zheng Xuehong suddenly said angrily: "Smile, don't make a sound."

No one paid him any attention, and everyone began to discuss in a low voice——

"Where are you going?"

"To the left, I see a lot of lights over there."

"There is light in the south, too."

"Where is the south side?"

"We came from the north, and the south is ahead."

"Who cares about him, go to the place with the brightest lights, that's right."

"Yes, I heard that the special zone is a city that never sleeps, and the lights are on all night."

"Comrades, everyone breaks up into pieces to fight guerrillas, and don't be taken over by the border guards."

"I agree. We have too many people and big goals, so we have to leave."

"..."

A group of guys who grew up watching the "Old Three Wars" movie, with high morale, learned to use, and quickly fled towards the east and south.

"Brother, wait a moment," Zheng Xuehong called Song Weiyang to a halt, and said while diving into the rubble, "please help me out, I'll change my pants."

"Okay, take your time, we're not in a hurry." Song Weiyang suppressed a smile.

After rustling for several minutes, Zheng Xuehong finally changed her pants. The two of them didn't dare to turn on the flashlight, and walked forward under the faint moonlight, with one foot high and the other foot low, and they almost tripped over the weeds and vines several times.

"Someone!"

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Zheng Xuehong suddenly gave a warning and rushed into the grass by the side of the road, as nimble as Sammo Hung.

Song Weiyang was also taken aback, thinking it was the border guard checking the post, he crawled and dodged to hide in the grass and rocks.

As they got closer, Song Weiyang finally saw the situation clearly, but it was a bicycle team approaching quietly. There are about seven or eight vehicles, all of which are 28-duty trucks, carrying large and small bags of goods and heading towards the border defense line.

Song Weiyang got up with a smile, and said to the fat chief, "It's okay, it's a smuggler."

"It's okay, it's okay, I was scared to death." Zheng Xuehong's little heart jumped.

The barbed wire border defense line of the special zone cost hundreds of millions of dollars to build.

Due to the implementation of a series of tax reduction and exemption policies in Shenzhen City, the price of imported goods is much lower than that of the mainland, and taxes and fees need to be paid to make up for the price difference when they leave the customs. The only function of the bicycle transport team just now is to evade taxes, which is strictly speaking an act of smuggling.

After another tens of minutes of walking, Zheng Xuehong panted from exhaustion, sat down on the ground, threw a cigarette to Song Weiyang and said, "Huh, let's rest for a while."

Song Weiyang lit his cigarette, took out two cans of fruit and said, "I haven't eaten two meals, so fill my stomach."

Zheng Xuehong took out a knife to pry open the can, raised her neck and chewed fiercely, lying on the ground and said with emotion: "Damn, last night we were still heroes fighting gangsters, and in a blink of an eye we became frightened smugglers."

"Regret?" Song Weiyang smiled.

"Regret?" Zheng Xuehong sat up awkwardly, "My old Zheng doesn't know what regret is. If I don't earn hundreds of thousands, I really won't go back!"

Song Weiyang asked: "What kind of business do you plan to do in the special zone?"

"I haven't figured it out yet, let's find a place to live first." Zheng Xuehong patted his buttocks and stood up, his tone becoming impassioned. "Brother, I'm not afraid of your jokes. Brother, I came to the Special Economic Zone to make a lot of money. I have a five-year plan. The first Earn one hundred thousand a year, one million in the second year, and in the fifth year, I will become a billionaire! I think you are also smart and capable, how about it, do you want to have a big fight with my brother and me! "

This fucking is also called a plan? Daydreaming is more appropriate, I also plan to become the world's richest man in ten years.

Song Weiyang didn't even bother to complain, so he couldn't help laughing and said: "Don't be a millionaire, first think about how to make money, the prices in the special zone are not low."

Zheng Xuehong was not worried, and said in high spirits: "Seeing that one step at a time, can a living person be suffocated to death? I definitely won't work, even if I ask for food, I won't work for others. I might as well Continue to be the deputy director in my hometown. Believe me, brother, the streets of the special zone are full of money, just waiting for us to pick it up. Even if you give up this body of two hundred catties of meat, you will do a great job!"

"Brother is proud!" Song Weiyang gave a thumbs up.

Years later, when people mentioned this era, some said it was dark, while others said it was romantic.

Blood, passion, wild! It is reflected in the tens of thousands of Zheng Xuehong.

In middle age, the job is stable, but he abandons his family and business, and with ambitions and ideals, he rushes into the tide of the sea. They didn't even have a specific plan. They only knew that the special zone was full of gold, so they rushed in like bloodthirsty hungry wolves, fighting for an infinitely better tomorrow.

In this irrational and barbaric madness, countless people were beaten to death, and countless reckless people transformed into dragons.

Song Weiyang was not in a hurry to leave, anyway, it was hard to find a place to live in the dark. He lay on the ground looking up at the starry sky, and asked casually, "Brother, do you have a story?"

"What's the story, you're a brute." Zheng Xuehong said while pinching the butt of a cigarette.

Song Weiyang said: "You were drunk in the dining car, and you said you almost participated in the Olympics."

Zheng Xuehong sighed and sighed: "There is a chance. I used to practice weightlifting, and my best result was the silver medal in the National Games. I was recommended by the provincial team to participate in the selection of the Olympic national team. It turned out to be his mother's bad luck. I injured my waist at a critical moment. Lying in bed watching the 1984 Olympic Games. But, in fact, there is nothing to regret, I was too old at the time, and I probably couldn’t be selected if I tried my best.”

"Sister-in-law supports you to come to the special zone?" Song Weiyang asked.

Mentioning his wife, Zheng Xuehong returned to reality in an instant, and said with a wry smile: "I support you. Women, with long hair but short knowledge, don't know how exciting the outside world is."

"Sister-in-law is also worried about you." Song Weiyang said.

"Stop talking about that," Zheng Xuehong quickly changed the subject, "Do you know who my idol is?"

Song Weiyang choked and said, "Who is it?"

"Mou Zhong, who traded canned food for airplanes!" Zheng Xuehong said.

Song Weiyang smiled and said, "I knew it was him."

More than half of Zheng Xuehong's ignorant and enthusiastic middle-aged people admire Mou Zhong. They admire wild ways, and they think that only such is the real business genius.

As for the vast number of young students, they regard Shi Yuzhu as a god, dreaming that one day they can also make a fortune through knowledge and talent.

Zheng Xuehong seemed to be overwhelmed. He came from a small remote county, isolated and conservative. The people there regarded him as a lunatic and a fool, and he threw away his job to start a business. He was very depressed, he couldn't find anyone who could talk, and now he caught Song Weiyang and talked non-stop - the two have fought side by side, and they are trustworthy.

Chatted until midnight, rested enough, and then moved on.

I don't know how long I walked, passing through several villages on the way, and finally came to a neighborhood with a modern atmosphere.

The city that never sleeps is full of blows, it is pitch black everywhere, there are few neon lights on the street, it may be that the lights are turned off in the middle of the night, only sporadic buildings can see the light.

The two of them didn't bother to find a hotel, so they just sat on the side of the road and waited for dawn, which was cheaper for the mosquitoes in the special zone.

As the moon set and the sun rose, Song Weiyang finally saw clearly the words on the building in the distance—Electronic Building.

Why did this nima come to Huaqiangbei?