The Richest Man Yang Fei

"I was hit on the waist by youth, and hit back in 1993!"

"Time is wrinkled. It was me the last second, and this second is me, but I can't find that me again."

Yang Fei woke up from a hangover, jumped out of bed, stared at the calendar on the wall, and after only three seconds, he happily accepted this helpless reality.

"Today is August 18, the first day of the seventh lunar month, Wednesday. I'm not yet nineteen!"

Come back home, today is yesterday and not!

The past life cannot be remonstrated, and there is no need to chase.

Yang Fei walked to the window and looked out of the dormitory through the dirty old glass window.

Not far away, the ashes of the southern daily chemical factory, the tall chimneys built in the 1950s, the billowing smoke, and the bumpy factory roads are all so unfamiliar and familiar.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, accompanied by a crisp shout: "Master Yang! Master Yang! Are you awake? You are late!"

Yang Fei's gaze returned to the room and stayed on the mottled wooden table.

The stationery was stained with inferior liquor, and the handwriting was blurred.

However, her name is as bright as ever, like a bright bayonet, shining in the morning light.

This is Jiang Shuying's breakup letter.

School is a hotbed of love and a grave of love.

Couples who are in love, the darlings of the new era, can afford it, let it go, and fall out of love as soon as they graduate.

College and technical secondary school students, the principle of graduation distribution is where they come from and where they go.

Yang Fei and Jiang Shuying both graduated from the Southern Chemical Industry School. He took the employment registration card and was assigned to the Nanfang Daily Chemical Factory, while she went to Shanghai City for development because of the changes in her parents' work.

Yang Fei received this letter in the second week of his work.

At this moment, Yang Fei, who had lived a life of Cangsang, was in a different mood. He glanced at the letter paper indifferently and turned to open the door.

There was no deviation in the memory, and the person standing at the door was the colleague of the quality inspection team.

Su Tong is wearing white polyester work clothes, blue silk sash in a blue dust cap, beautiful face, bright eyes, long eyelashes, his face is slightly blamed and worried: "Today, a big leader came to inspect the factory, Change your clothes now!"

Yang Fei slammed the door shut with a bang.

He went back to the desk, swept away the messy wine bottles, pulled out a page of letter paper, and quickly wrote a few lines on it.

"I'm not talented, I've been longing for love for several years, and won the girl's eyes. This relationship should be a long-term relationship. If you don't care, I'll leave. From then on, firewood, rice and smoke; from now on, the mountains and rivers will grow.

Feeling a little sour, but also in line with the mood at the moment.

He changed his clothes, opened the door, and saw that Su Tong was still waiting at the door, he couldn't help but startled.

"Senior sister, I'm not a leader, I can't afford you to stand guard."

Su Tong threw him two health balls from the boss: "Yang Daxia, I heard them say, you drank two bottles of Deshan Daqu last night? I can't see that you are not only courageous, but also drinkable!"

Yang Fei has not been in the job for a long time, but he got a nickname: Yang Daxia.

Speaking of the cause, it has something to do with Su Tong.

There are many female workers in Nanfang Daily Chemical Factory. Every day they commute to and from get off work, from the factory area to the dormitory area, there are young and beautiful female workers along the way. Pass.

Although they were wearing uniform work clothes and their styles were simple and plain, they couldn't hide their youthful bodies at all, and their crisp and sweet voices became the most beautiful scenery in Beicheng District.

In this era, college graduates are elites in society.

Comrade workers are also quite arrogant groups.

Nanfang Daily Chemical Factory has good treatment and many benefits. There are recreational areas for employees, cinemas, billiard rooms, karaoke halls, dance halls, video halls and other entertainment facilities.

Everything is there.

The life of employees beyond eight hours is rich and colorful.

On the third day of Yang Fei's work, he came across "The 92 Condor Heroes" at the staff cinema.

To be honest, this play is ridiculous, and it has nothing to do with "The Condor Heroes", but people at that time still watched it with relish.

After watching the movie, he came across a few thugs who were molesting the female workers.

Yang Fei came from a family of police officers. His grandfather, father and brother are all people's policemen.

Under the training of his elders, Yang Fei has been dancing with guns and sticks since he was three years old, squatting on horses, and playing military boxing. His childhood dream was to be a glorious police uncle.

Grandpa prefers the little grandson and does not let him enter the police sequence. He made his own decisions during the middle school entrance examination and helped him fill in his first choice.

The Southern Chemical School is a provincial secondary technical school. After 1986, it recruited students from junior high schools, but the score requirements were very high, and the admission rate was only 10%.

In the 1980s, the country was in desperate need of professional talents, training secondary school students, and enriching the front line of social work. Excellent technical secondary school students can study at public expense, distribute their graduation packages, become civil servants, and have a latte rice bowl, which is more popular than college students.

In the early 1990s, secondary schools were still the preferred choice for junior high school students.

At that time, those who could not afford the secondary school entrance exam only went to high school.

Although Yang Fei didn't think he was a policeman, his skills were very good. A tall man of 1.8 meters, he didn't care about a few street gangsters. He grabbed a folding stool in front of the nearby canteen, covered his face, and beat the gangsters away.

Taking advantage of Yang Guo's prestige, Yang Daxia's name was called out in the factory.

That is, on this day, Yang Fei met Su Tong by chance, and was then transferred to the quality inspection team where she was working.

Although there are many female workers in the Southern Daily Chemical Factory, there is only one flower in the factory, which is the person in front of you.

In Yang Fei's eyes, Su Tong is the only one who can wear tooling like a big-name model.

At the moment, the two went downstairs, Su Tong glanced at him quickly, and asked shyly, "You haven't had breakfast yet?"

Before Yang Fei could speak, she shoved the bag into his hand, twisted her waist, and ran to the bicycle with a spring under her feet.

Yang Fei looked at her tall and pretty body, and looked at the breakfast in her hand. She was not polite, and eliminated five steamed buns and a cup of beancurd.

He got on his bicycle, pedaled hard, and left the dormitory area. When he passed the mailbox, he took out the envelope and put it in.

Sadness in spring and autumn, sadness in love, that is the patent of young people, in the next life, Yang Fei does not want to miss people and things.

People who didn't meet too much in the past life will surely never see each other again in this life.

Su Tong was not riding fast, and the two met at the factory gate.

At the gate of the factory, a banner was drawn: "Warmly welcome the leadership of Wang Haijun to visit our factory for guidance."

Entering the factory, seeing the car parked in the yard, he said, "Senior sister, the leaders of the city have arrived."

Su Tong asked nervously and curiously, "How do you know?"

Yang Fei pondered: "Well, that black Audi must belong to Wang Haijun. He is the leader in charge of the industry. Today, he came to our factory for investigation. It seems that the matter is not trivial!"

Su Tong said in surprise: "How do you know so much?"

Immediately, he panicked: "Sorry, Director Liu of the factory office has repeatedly told all workers today that they are not allowed to be late, let's go in! Director Liu is a well-known black-faced Bao Gong. When he found out, we couldn't eat. Walk."