Rebirth of the Industrial Internet

Late at night, Wen Polu was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

"Lang Jun, can't you sleep? What's bothering you?" Zheng Yue turned on the desk lamp, sat up, and half leaned on the bedside, "If you can't sleep, I'll talk to you. Anyway, I asked for leave."

After my husband came, I seemed to have a backbone, and I was much more proactive in doing things and speaking than before.

"Why is it so easy for rich people to make money?" Wen Polu clenched his fists, his voice full of unwillingness, and lifted the quilt, revealing a pair of scarlet eyes.

"Last September, when I first met Sun Buqi, I remember it clearly! He was wearing a faded T-shirt on his upper body, which had Owen wearing a Liverpool jersey printed on it. There were two strips of glue on the character's head.

At first glance, they look like clothes from 7 or 8 years ago. On his feet are Double Star football shoes. There is no such brand locally, so he must have brought them back from his hometown. The whole body is estimated to be less than 100 yuan. In less than a year, what has he become?

What’s it like!”

Zheng Yue frowned slightly, "The last time I saw him in Haikou, he was wearing a white Baleno T-shirt and ordinary jeans. He doesn't look like a rich man at all. He always prefers casual clothes."

Holding her husband's head, she forced a smile on her face and said, "You, don't think too much. Maybe he likes to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger, and likes to have private visits incognito."

I don’t want my husband to get into trouble and become a paranoid man who hates rich people.

"That's not it!" Wen Polu roared angrily and buried his head deeply into the pillow. "In just one year, his net worth has dropped to hundreds of millions! What about me? Last year, I owned a shop in a digital plaza and an apartment.

…”

"At least you still have me and Jiaojiao." Zheng Yue looked frightened and retracted into her husband's arms.

Seeing that his wife was frightened, Wen Polu slapped himself, his face full of guilt, "I'm sorry, Yueyue, I'm sorry, it was my fault... Thinking about those lottery tickets worth hundreds of millions of dollars, I feel a little unbalanced. He

Why didn't you tell me in advance and invest a few thousand dollars in Liverpool?"

I had long forgotten what I had done to dissuade Sun Buqi from betting.

Zheng Yue frowned, "My parents know that you are involved in gambling and will not let you into the house. Those who run casinos are not charity ones. Nine times out of ten you will lose!"

"Okay, let's not get involved in this matter. I'm just talking about it and having fun." Wen Polu hurriedly lowered his head and admitted his mistake. He was quite dissatisfied with his parents-in-law: only the state officials were allowed to set fires, and the people were not allowed to nod. What did your nephew do?

Don't you, the uncle, know about things?

Not knowing what her husband was secretly complaining about, Zheng Yue said with a smile: "You have been here for so many days and are only busy with work. I will accompany you to travel to Sarawak next week. There are many holidays in Malaysia, including the festivals of the three major religions, National Day, and various states.

There are so many unique festivals that I can’t remember them all.”

Malaysia has four seasons, and there are no winter or summer vacations. The "Chinese primary school" she is in, that is, a Chinese primary school, has many festivals. There are also many Indians who have their "Tamil primary school", which is a Tamil primary school, which is often translated as Tamil in China.

If you are not a native Malay, you cannot remember all the holidays.

Wen Polu hugged his wife and comforted him in a low voice, "Don't worry about me, I was just excited for a moment... Don't worry, I will be a qualified dog-licker in front of Mr. Sun and will never show any negative emotions."

He has very complicated feelings towards Sun Buqi. He admires his earning ability, is grateful for his help in times of need, but is also jealous of his achievements. His continuous luck in love makes him often sigh: If I were in that position, I could do better than him!

In front of his wife, he felt inferior to Feng Tingting, which made him always feel unable to hold his head high.

Half an hour later, Zheng Yue breathed evenly and fell asleep; Wen Polu stared at the ceiling with round eyes, an evil fire ignited in his chest!

…

Qionghai, boys dormitory

With a "bang" sound, the door of the dormitory was pushed hard against the wall. Apo walked in with a box of sweet potato noodles, angrily saying, "Those cooking aunts Parkinson's did it again, the meat fell off the spoons, and we

Are you raising rabbits? If you don’t go to the first floor in the future, you will never go to the first floor to buy food in this life, so those people with arm problems will be laid off!"

The Qiong Da Er Canteen, which is frequented by several people, has two floors. The first floor is directly under the responsibility of the logistics department, and the second floor is rented to outside vendors.

The veteran employees on the first floor have all mastered their own unique skills. Every time they scoop out good and abundant vegetables from the vegetable basin, when they are delivered to the students' lunch boxes, only vegetables and bones are left, giving endless hope to those waiting in line behind them.

During lunch, Ming Ming saw a chicken leg, which was scooped out by the aunt with a spoon, but before it reached the lunch box, it fell back into the vegetable basin. After experiencing great joy and sorrow, Apo vowed not to eat on the first floor!

"It's already been nagging me this afternoon, aren't you bothered? Hey, I'll give you a chicken drumstick. Stop nagging like Mrs. Xianglin!" Adao looked disgusted and reluctantly stuffed the drumstick into Abo's mouth.

"Oh, you are so rich, why do you still care about a chicken leg?" Liang Yong looked contemptuous, "If you didn't go to work for Monkey Sun, how could you be so poor that you can't afford to eat? Come with me and I will ensure that you have meat to eat.

I am not as ruthless and unjust as some people!"

After the national server "World of Warcraft" was launched, and with the game experience of the American server, Liang Yong entered the studio of his senior brother Xiao Mengzhun; he just sold the first batch of gold coins online today, and he couldn't help but tremble.

"It's none of your business if the big boss talks about me?" Apo couldn't bear the provocation. He looked at the silent Huang Xia and asked jokingly: "Axia, I heard that the coconut trading platform and the World of Warcraft plug-in are all Sun Buqi.

Developed, isn’t it like this? Some people are just standard white-eyed wolves, picking up the bowl to eat meat and then putting the bowl down to curse!”

At the end of last year, there were changes in the family: her father died unexpectedly, her stepmother got married, and her girlfriend broke up. Huang Xia became silent and mature. Watching the small conflicts between roommates, she found it very cute and ridiculous.

Huang Xia didn't answer anything and changed the topic with a smile, "I just help with odd jobs and have no access to the core secrets... Everyone eats, eats, eating comes first!"

"Hmph!" Liang Yong cursed in a low voice, "A bunch of scoundrels! He's missing so many classes, how will he do in the final exam? If he can't complete the credits, he will have to repeat the grade in our school!"

Apo was too lazy to pay attention. He turned on the computer and saw the QQ message. His head got bigger and he yelled, "I'm holding it in your mouth, and you asked me for a lucky number again?! Ayong... Boss, give me your number..."

QQ numbers have been ranked to 9 digits, short numbers, and beautiful numbers are publicly sold online; as a lesson learned from the past, a good YY number is also valuable, especially the short group number, which is a symbol of status.

Abo is dating a new girl and gives her the number that Sun Buqi secretly left. Now his girlfriend is acting like a spoiled child and wants to get two more for his roommate. With no other choice, he takes up Ayong's idea.

"Ding a bell," the dormitory phone rang. Several people were sitting there, competing for endurance and shame.