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At four o'clock in the afternoon
In the bustling and crowded Jinling Coach Station in the provincial capital, the exhausted Wang Yaocheng walked out of the station with the bustling crowd. His hair was blown by the hot wind from the window one day, like a gray punk hairstyle.
He looked up at the scorching sun and shook his head listlessly.
I don't know how many times I have sweated on my body, with a strong smell of sweat, my whole body is disgraced and unsightly, and I don't have the vigorous spirit of a young man at all.
Fortunately, the cash carefully protected along the way was safe and sound. He stood outside the station, looking at the familiar Zhongyangmen overpass, with mixed feelings in his heart;
Going out this time, really suffered a lot.
After leaving the station and going southward not far, I found a clean hotel in the alley, with five big red characters "Workers, Peasants and Soldiers Hotel" written on it.
I asked the hostel staff when I entered the door. There are electric fans and mosquito nets in the single room, and there is a room with boiling water at the end. You can queue up to take a bath after 6:00 pm. It costs 20 yuan a day. This condition, the price is really not cheap, and the future generations will be at this level .
It should be noted that the current 20 yuan is much more valuable than later generations. Looking back at the accommodation conditions, it is obvious that there is a big gap.
Most of the restaurants and hostels are state-owned collectives, and they can't live there if you like them, that's how cold they are.
Wang Yaocheng took out his ID card and registered, opened a private room, and stayed in this "Workers, Peasants and Soldiers Hotel". He temporarily packed his bags, adjusted his thinking, and laid a good foundation for the next step.
After completing the check-in procedures, Wang Yaocheng was about to go upstairs when a middle-aged man wearing dark long trousers came in from the door. He was carrying an old canvas travel bag with the words "Shanghai" written on it.
"Comrade, how much is a bed in a hotel?"
"20 yuan for a single room, 8 yuan for a four-person room, and 5 yuan for an eight-person room." The waitress was lying on the counter reading Qiong Yao's novel, fanning with one hand, and responded lukewarmly.
"Uh are there any cheaper ones?" The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, then fumbled in his pocket restrainedly, looking as if he was short of cash.
"There are cheap ones, turn right when you go out, and you don't need to spend a night under the eaves." The waitress was sharp-tongued, and she seemed to have a wealth of experience.
"Why are you lesbian talking like this? It's too much. I'm an intellectual, not a beggar." The middle-aged man's face flushed.
"Why did I talk?" The waitress quit, raised her head and scolded; "I answered your question, if you want to go out cheaply, turn right, I will find you a place under the eaves, the wind does not blow, the rain Don¡¯t you know that those who don¡¯t slap your face have good intentions? Do you know what good words are? You¡¯re such an adult, so there¡¯s nothing wrong with your head, right? Are you a beggar who knows in your heart that I said you are a beggar? Crazy.¡±
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The middle-aged man was blushed and thick necked by the waitress, so angry that he couldn't say a word, he took out his ID card and said, "I won't tell you anymore, give me a five yuan."
The waitress didn't register with her ID card, she rolled her eyes and said, "Is this your ID card?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what's right, I don't look like it at all, it can't be registered."
"How could it be that my ID card doesn't look like it? Take another look, it's clearly my ID card."
"If you insist on saying that, you need to go to the police station to get a certificate, proving that this ID card is your own, and I can register you here."
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The middle-aged man is choked up, I have to prove that I am me, how can there be any reason for this?
The waitress deliberately made it difficult for him, which is really wrong.
Wang Yaocheng next to him held back his laughter. It turns out that the routine of proving that your biological son is your son is the original source here. It is really joyful to see this scene more than 20 years in advance.
His eyes drifted over the ID card on the table, and Wang Yaocheng's eyes were fixed. The name was clearly registered on it; Qi Yafei, male, date of birth; December 1962. Place of household registration: No. xx, xx Street, Yht District, NJ City
this¡¡
? Wang Yaocheng couldn't help but gasp, could it be that he is really the master of business management?
He looked at the middle-aged man in surprise. He was wearing glasses, and his actual age didn't seem very old. He should have come from the countryside. His skin was tanned and shiny by the hot sun. It seemed that he couldn't eat enough. Less hard work.
?This is the first big boss I met after rebirth, with personal assets of more than 40 billion, who knows people well, makes decisions decisively,Take a hot water bottle and go to the bathroom to take a shower.
It's only half past four, and there is still more than an hour to wait until six o'clock for the hot water to be supplied. His body is sticky and uncomfortable, and he doesn't want to wait that long.
wash room
Pushing open the door, Wang Yaocheng couldn't help being stunned. It turned out that Qi Yafei had already arrived first, and his clothes were stripped down to only his underpants, revealing the obvious ribs of his dark upper body. He was really skinny.
"Xiao Wang, come take a shower too, let's go together!"
"Okay, I can help wipe my back." Wang Yaocheng is also a cheerful person, and he answered with a smile.
"Don't tell me, it really makes sense." Seeing Wang Yaocheng's gaze sweeping over his "Shanghai" handbag, Qi Yafei explained helplessly; "There are already six people living in my room. You have to take your bag with you, I have an investigation report written by myself in this bag, but it is the crystallization of my hard work, and there must be no mistakes."
"Oh! Investigation report, may I ask what kind it is?" Wang Yaocheng poured a basin of water over his head, shook his head violently, and shouted; "Shuang!"
"I'm currently working on a temporary job in Huangpo Village on the outskirts of the city, and I'm staying with a local farmer's home. During this period, I discovered a serious problem." Qi Yafei slapped the soap on his body in a calm manner, and Wang Yaocheng took it over and gave him the back Lather up with soap too.
"Thank you! With the in-depth development of reform and opening up, farmers have flocked to the cities to work, and most of the rural land has been abandoned. How to solve China's food problem?
This is a major issue related to the national economy and the people's livelihood. In a populous country like ours, the food problem of 1.2 billion people cannot be solved by the international market. It must be based on itself.
The farm family I lived in contracted 120 mu of local land to grow grain in 1990. After a year, after deducting costs, labor, fertilizers, agricultural machinery and other expenses, they couldn¡¯t make any money and even lost money.
Growing grain at a loss, such large grain-growing households cannot gain a foothold, let alone ordinary farmers who contract production to households. Such a vicious circle leads to an increasing area of ??land abandonment. This is a very serious problem that deserves the attention of superior leaders.
For this reason, I wrote an investigation report, and this time I came to submit it to the superiors, hoping to attract their attention. "
Wang Yaocheng was delighted to hear this; "High, too high. This move is a major issue of the national economy and the people's livelihood. Seeing the small things, giving advice and suggestions to the leaders, Brother Qi is an extraordinary person."
"This is just a family's opinion. I hope it can help to solve the problem. The country is so big and there are so many capable people. The central government must have noticed this problem. Turn around and I will help you put soap on your back."
Qi Yafei could still see clearly that there was no sign of swelling. He wrapped the soap in a loofah and thoughtfully lathered Wang Yaocheng's back.
"Honestly, Brother Qi, I am here this time to register a company. Do you have any acquaintances who can recommend me to help me get the procedures as soon as possible." Wang Yaocheng is not polite anymore.