I just want to be self-reliant

On June 20, 2020, RB reported that at about 6:50 p.m., an accident occurred in a high-end residential area on East Street in the city.

At the time of the incident, the Economic Tribunal of the district court was at the scene of enforcement. Zhao Mouzhu, who was announcing the seizure of the real estate to Zhao Mouzhu, who refused to accept the punishment, slipped when he tried to climb over the balcony guardrail to the unmanned clean water room next door. The balcony on the 38th floor fell straight to the green belt of the community, and was sent to the hospital for rescue, but unfortunately died.

According to reports from insiders, Zhao Mouzhu was only 36 years old, and his home had been demolished three times to obtain over 100 million assets, but he was addicted to eating, drinking and playing, and gambling like his life, resulting in the death of his parents and insolvency. Not seen.

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In the news released by the official account, in the flustered and blurred mobile phone video, in addition to seeing falling objects falling rapidly from tall buildings.

It was heart-piercing: "You have to... be self-reliant..."

The sound of the abrupt end is impressive.

It's clearly a happy story about a second generation who dismantled his family and ruined his family property.

Although everyone aspires to be such a lucky person, they feel very comfortable with this ending.

Even if he finally repented and wanted to be self-reliant, who wouldn't want to be such a lucky person who just sits and enjoys what he gets.

deserve it!

Then this news quickly disappeared in the petty and trivial stories of the citizens and parents.

Even the waves didn't splash for half a minute, and it was forgotten.

...

Jump forward in time and space to 2003, in Jiangzhou thousands of kilometers away, a skinny young man squatted in the shade of the bright sun with his legs spread apart, looking at everything in front of him.

Can't help but utter the phrase that became popular seventeen or eighteen years later: "That's it...?"

The newly completed plastic runway stadium smells bad, and the surrounding school buildings look brand new, but they can't hide the traces of hasty completion.

That is, the size of a middle school.

In addition to the croaking cicadas in my ears, it is a 100% wilderness and mountain village outside the campus.

Dusty muck trucks passed by one after another.

It is said that the surrounding area is a large construction site, and it is more of an education area.

This is the university?

Is it the higher education institution where I disregarded the doting of my parents who insisted on staying at home, and vowed to come to learn knowledge, change my destiny, and embark on the road of self-reliance?

Even the shade above the head is a newly planted roadside tree, and the traces of red soil on the pavement bricks under the feet have not been cleaned.

I have lived for more than 50 years in the first and second lives. I have never studied in college, and I have been with college girls. At least I have put drink bottles on the roof of cars in college towns.

This is definitely not the university I imagined.

But the gleaming "Southwest City College" signboard next to it is indeed inlaid on the inferior brown Smic wall tiles.

It was exactly the same as the admission notice I got.

Zhao Dezhu doubted whether his choice was correct.

Are you going back in a hurry?

Creaking, another bus stopped at the gate of the school, and the man with glasses who jumped off first spit and spat: "Students! This is Southwest City College! It has strong infrastructure and teachers, a beautiful environment, and fresh air. It's definitely you! An important step to success on the road of life growth!"

Without exception, the young students who came down the car door were equally confused.

Everything says: Just! this! ?

There must be a huge gap with the university they imagined.

Zhao Dezhu actually laughed happily.

Seven or eight teachers and students poured out of the stainless steel track sliding door immediately.

Seeing the enthusiasm and excitement of the Red Army all over his face: "Welcome, welcome! Warmly welcome!"

"Welcome to Southwest City College, students, welcome to visit our school!"

"Student! I am a teacher majoring in dance and performing arts. I can show you our new school full of vitality!"

"Student, at first glance, you are a talented person who is dedicated and studious. Welcome to the beautiful Jiangzhou, this charming city, and our charming campus. I am the senior of the Elevator Department Student Union..."

Zhao Dezhu, who had just lit a cigarette, was amazed by the school ethos of this school, and with his more than 50 years of experience, he could clearly hear some key points.

It is inevitable that I will have a hard time remembering what major I wrote on my admission letter, international energy management!

Fuck, it sounds so tall.

But even young people in their 18th and 19th years, some people instinctively resist this kind of deception that is close to pyramid schemes.

"No, my mother said I'm just going to take a look first, I don't have to read here."

"I think... I'd better go to work. What's the difference between this and our middle school."

"Thank you, thank you, no hurry, no hurry, I'll take a look, I'll smoke a cigarette first."

The boy who said he was smoking was tall and thick, with a black face and hair so thick that he could directly play Zhang Fei. He probably saw Zhao Dezhu squatting in the shade of a tree by the school gate smoking a cigarette.

I found this excuse to hide.

Zhao Dezhu also smiled and raised his hand to indicate the 555 cigarettes in his hand.

From this moment, Liu Jiangtao decided that this skinny friend was committed, and no one had ever given him such expensive cigarettes in his life.

There are about 30 to 40 students in this car and a few parents, so the seven or eight teachers and seniors are all trying their best to say hello, and they will not concentrate on one person alone.

On the contrary, it gave the two young people under the shade a chance to communicate.

"Hiss... this smoke is really exciting!"

"You didn't fill out this application at all, and you received the admission notice here?"

"Ah, how do you know? My dad specially sold a few pigs to pay for my tuition. I got around 300 points in the exam. I originally planned to raise pigs at home. Who knows if I can still go to college. How many points do you have?"

During Zhao Dezhu's college entrance examination, he was simply going through the motions with the school belle.

He didn't study well in middle school, so he blindly checked if he got a score of 100 or 200.

But he didn't speak, and motioned to the man with the glasses silently with a cigarette butt.

Liu Jiangtao also learned this chic and skillful movement, so he followed it.

The man who had just counted the number of people who got off the bus immediately gestured for the number of people inside the school gate, jumped into the empty bus again, and ran away with the driver at lightning speed.

Following the direction he gestured, he found a middle-aged man standing at the door of the air-conditioned security room.

Looking at everything lively outside the school gate from a distance.

From the fact that he was still wearing a suit and shirt on such a hot day, especially his pomaded hair, Zhao Dezhu, a middle-aged man, judged that this was either the principal or some kind of school leader.

But Liu Jiangtao, who was really eighteen years old, couldn't see the information, and immediately jumped up anxiously: "Why did the car run away! How am I going, how am I going back?!"

It was fine that he couldn't get up, but when he jumped up, he was immediately noticed again.

A female teacher grabbed Liu Jiangtao: "Classmates, you are here, how about visiting our campus first, and then considering your choice?"

The obviously strong and strong boy blushed immediately after being touched by the charming female teacher in this way, and he was a little speechless!

The classmate and teacher next to him pushed Zhang Luo down with his hands, then half pushed and half followed into the campus.

I still remember my new friend: "Classmate, you...don't you go in and have a look together? Don't you also have a notice?"

In an instant, all the eyes looking at Zhao Dezhu glowed. It might be a little strange, why didn't I notice this boy just now.

A skinny, dark figure who may come from eastern Guangdong, wearing a wrinkled sweat-stained white T-shirt, disheveled hair, and a dashing (sloppy) look with flip-flops on.

It's hard to imagine that he is also a college student who came to report.

More like the migrant workers on the nearby construction site!

And there is no luggage at all, which is very different from Liu Jiangtao and the others who have to carry a denim bag anyway.

Of course, the most peculiar thing is that just now everyone came in and out and didn't notice the young man's face. Now when he stands up and takes a closer look, his tall and thin eyes are quite lively.

With a calm look, he lazily stood up and said yes.

But when he passed the school gate and walked past the school leader who silently looked at these young people in front of him, he flicked off the cigarette butt casually: "Just now I heard that there is a major in dance and performing arts. If you find a few beauties to welcome the freshmen, isn't it attractive?" How much more powerful would it be?"

Visible to the naked eye, the eyes of the school leader with the shiny back hair are bright: "Student! What's your name, what major do you study?!"

Zhao Dezhu smiled: "I will learn how to do business with you."

Everyone thought he was joking.