The leisurely life of rebirth

"By the way, the United Nations Security Council Resolution 678 of yesterday, November 29, set the deadline for Iraq to withdraw from Kuwait as January 15, 1991, and authorized "the implementation of Resolution 660 by all necessary means" -.

"Han Zhiqian said seriously on the other end of the phone, "This is a diplomatic language that authorizes the use of force. "

"Then get ready!" Fang Monan said with a smile.

"The United States will definitely win!" Han Zhiqian continued. "Look at the American military magazine. Even if it exaggerates or discounts, in terms of strength balance, the US military is much better than the Iraqi army. Think about the eight-year-old Iran-Iraq war.

They have been dragged down for the most part, otherwise they would not have attacked Kuwait. Moreover, they have been authorized by the United Nations, which is equivalent to a multinational force. If they lose, they will be really stupid." He paused and said, "I just don't know.

When will it end? We have a good plan!"

Fang Monan smiled and said, "We'll talk about it then! Let's prepare the medicine first!"

"Hey! Okay! We'll tell you the details when I get home during the Chinese New Year." Han Zhiqian added stupidly, "I forgot to tell you, Xiaomei is two months pregnant." [

"Really! Congratulations, you're going to be a father." Fang Monan happily congratulated on the phone. "To Fat Uncle, Fat Aunt, Fatty, have they said it yet?"

Han Zhiqian slapped his forehead and said, "We just came back from the hospital for examination and were about to give you the good news! The call came in."

"Will the Chinese New Year affect my return?" Fang Monan asked worriedly.

"That's right! Pregnant women can't stand long-distance travel. It will be four months by then. We'll talk about it then." Han Zhiqian was so happy that he forgot that pregnant women are not suitable for long-distance travel.

"Then I won't bother you with the good news. I'll hang up." Fang Monan said.

"Bye-Bye!"

"Bye-Bye!"

Fang Monan hung up the phone and continued to call Cheng Shigui, Yang Fan and the others. As expected, the news he got was that none of them came, and they were all busy talking! Especially Yang Fan from Japan, as the Nikkei fell, he was having a hard time eating.

Huh. After making these two calls, I looked at my watch and said, "Wow... it's past 11 o'clock." Fang Monan stood up in a hurry and ran all the way down.

Qiu Lian saw her running down. "Doctor Fang, here we come."

Fang Monan saw her in the kitchen, choosing dishes, "Just in time, let's have fried noodles for lunch. It's getting late. This is simple and easy to make!"

"Okay! I'm going to make the noodles." Qiu Lian put the selected vegetables under the faucet. She washed her hands and took the basin to make the noodles.

"Then I'll fry the sauce." Fang Monan started to get busy.

When Qiu Lian woke up, she went to the greenhouse to pick a few green cucumbers.

While cooking, Fat Aunt and Jian Huixin came over with their children in their arms, smiling like flowers, and excitedly said that their daughter was pregnant. Fang Monan and Qiu Lian both said congratulations, and then

I want to be promoted to a grandma!

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When Fang Monan was busy making lunch, his father drove into the Chengdu Economic and Technological Development Zone. It was close to Chengdu and there were few cars at this time. He drove very slowly, and there was still thick dirt on the road.

Snow. Apparently no one cleans the streets in the development zone. There is almost no traffic, unlike the heavy traffic on national highways, where the snow melts quickly.

Soon Dad will see a huge banner advertisement with two lines of large characters on it: "Entrepreneurship Paradise, Fertile Land for Wealth, Chengdu Economic and Technological Development Zone welcomes you!"

The billboards are very grand and bright, but the scene you see after entering can make people feel cold. Although it is winter, the streets of Rongcheng, the provincial capital, just one stop away are full of people coming and going. And here,

Dad drove for ten minutes and saw only two or three pedestrians. What a stark contrast. He drove slowly and continued walking inside.

The road was well repaired. It was a two-way six-lane road with huge neon lights every 50 meters on both sides. It looked very impressive, but unfortunately there were only a few cars running on the road. Dad looked at it carefully and followed.

There were two cars that he passed by. They were driving very fast on the snow and were not afraid of the slippery road. However, with the volume of traffic, there was no need to brake, so naturally they were not afraid either.[

There are some crops planted in the fields on both sides of the road. When the snow melts, you can see a touch of green, which is winter wheat. However, the sowing area is not large. There are also a few scattered vegetable greenhouses. The snow on the greenhouses has been swept clean.

I'm afraid it will collapse due to the heavy snow.

Walking further inside, you no longer see green vegetables and greenhouse vegetables. Occasionally you can see one or two factory areas, but they are all gated by iron generals. Through the rusty fence gate, you can see the factory director inside.

It was covered with pure white snow, not to mention sweeping the snow, there weren't even any footprints on it, I guess it was moved.

Such a downturn was beyond my father's expectation. It shouldn't have developed like this next to the provincial capital and relying on the mother city!

Dad drove the car and continued walking in. This area is really big. The development zone belongs to the river alluvial area and the terrain is flat. Dad got out of the car, pushed aside the snow to see the soil quality, and grabbed a handful in his hand. Most of it was sandy wasteland.

And Boshen Field. No wonder this place is classified as a development zone. The output of the land is pitiful. If it is good farmland, it would be reluctant to build a factory.

Half of the country's population is still struggling below the poverty line! In some places, food and clothing have not yet been solved! Even if they want to, the superiors will not approve it. Moreover, transportation here is well connected, close to the north-south artery, and next to the river. Dad is tight

Frowning, thinking.

At noon, Dad drove on and continued walking. He had to find a place to worship the five internal organs temple. When he turned a street, Dad looked strange and wondered why there were so many hair salons on both sides of the road, and they were all closed.

Dad found a small restaurant, but there was no one inside, and ordered a bowl of braised noodles. While waiting for the food to be served, Dad asked, "Boss! It's so deserted in the middle of the day, and everything is closed. How can I do that?"

Make no money!"

The boss is a thick-set man, with big shoulders and a round waist, and a strong body! He is dressed neatly and has a white towel wrapped around his head. In the open kitchen, dad happens to be able to see him skillfully tossing and tossing pots, showing off his skills.

Superb cooking skills. When the boss heard my dad’s question, he spoke very cheerfully, “You can tell he’s from out of town from the accent!”

"Yes! Isn't this a development zone? I have some spare money, let's see how it goes!" Dad said with a smile.

The boss smiled and turned around, put the braised noodles on the table, wiped the handle on the apron on his chest, sat down and said, "We have

I usually make money in the middle of the afternoon and evening. The morning is very deserted, and you are my first customer today." He looked at his father who was dressed simply, but with an extraordinary temperament. He opened the door to do business, and his eyes could see that

There were a lot of people, especially people from all walks of life here. I haven’t seen anyone before, so I have some insight. There was some hesitation, but someone said mysteriously, “If you really want to do business, it’s better to take a look!”

"Oh!" Dad raised his eyebrows and said, "Can you tell me a little bit? Otherwise my brother will lose money and it won't be easy for anyone to make money."

The boss smiled and said, "You are in big business, and your brains are beyond comparison with ours. Look at the deserted situation in this development zone..." There is no need to say the implication! "Eat quickly! No."

Let me tell you, you can’t get this kind of noodles anywhere else.”

Seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Dad didn't force himself anymore. He picked up the chopsticks, lowered his head to take a bite, then raised his head again and said, "Yeah! The craftsmanship is good." I ate a lot in the morning, so I'm not very hungry!

The boss was very proud when he heard his praise, "The craftsmanship passed down from our ancestors has been passed down to my generation for four generations."

"Really!" Dad said with a smile. "You haven't said how you make money at night!" So he then asked, "Why do you make money here so strangely?"

The boss pursed his lips, "Hey! See for yourself."

"Brother Wang! Give us three bowls of shredded pork noodles, and put some chili in one bowl." A woman tried to hit on the boss, who was called Brother Wang, but he dodged away. "Ying'er,

Be more serious."

"Serious?" Ying'er looked at him sideways, giggling. She poked her boss's chest with her Dankou-coated fingers, her eyes as charming as silk, "Serious, you men are the least serious! Take off your clothes.

Virtue is as anxious as a monkey."

"Ahem..." Dad was so frightened by her remarks that he coughed. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his mouth. He was more open-minded than he was in the United States. His daughter took them to the red light district and saw the people on the roadside.

"Prostitutes" are still bold in their remarks.

"Yo! Where does this boss come from!" Ying'er cast a flirtatious glance, only to realize that there was a big man sitting here. He twisted his waist and sat opposite his father, holding his chin crookedly with his hand and speaking in a coquettish and lazy voice.

, "Boss, where did you make your fortune?"

"Ying'er, please sit aside. These are not your guests." Boss Wang Ge said with a straight face, "Don't disturb others' eating. Hurry up and sit aside."

Ying'er glanced at Brother Wang, sat down at another table unwillingly, and said with a sweet smile, "Brother Wang! Put more shredded pork for me, do you know that people like to eat meat!" The pink tongue

, gently licking the lower lip, feeling ambiguous.[

Brother Wang quickly turned his back and said, "You often come here to eat. I know that one of you doesn't eat onions, one doesn't eat ginger, and the other adds more chili oil."

The woman named Ying'er giggled, as if teasing an honest man was fun.

Dad looked at the three new people who came in. They had a strong aura of prostitution. Even if one of the other two was pure and the other was cold, they still showed off their aura of prostitution inadvertently.

Now Dad finally understood. Even if he had never been to Fengyue Place, he had watched a lot of Hong Kong movies, and even a fool could see what the three of them were doing! No wonder he saw so many hair salons, large and small, on the street.

He was still surprised, did so many people need haircuts? There were not many people around.

I dare you to think that these hair salons are selling dog meat over sheep's heads. In fact, many of them are engaged in "skin and meat business". Over time, there is a faint trend of becoming a "red light district". There are not many people during the day, but it is really lively at night.

As China opens its doors and its economy prospers, negative things also flow in, breed, sprout, and grow. Where there is sunshine, there is shadow. Many things cannot be stopped if you want to. For example, smuggling, drug trafficking, etc.

Prostitution.

This kind of economic and technological development zone is really ironic and funny. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote and vote monthly. Your support is my biggest motivation.)