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Chapter 39 Salted Fish

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    "I only agree with your previous sentence. Yes, times have really changed. Mr. Yang, although you said that I am a young man, in fact I am only a few years younger than you.  Now that you are old, what difference can there be in general?"

    "Let's just talk about myself. I can't figure out what the young people around me like and hate. I always feel that I can't keep up with the social trend. When I came back to China, there was a 'thump' in my head,  You have to learn everything from scratch. You see, you say you are clueless, but if you use your mobile phone to pay electronically, there is absolutely no problem, right? You don¡¯t hesitate to order food on your mobile phone, do you?¡±

    "Look at me, even when I went to the supermarket to buy something, the cashier told me to open the payment code, and I didn't know where to point my hand. When I entered a restaurant and asked me to order with a QR code, I just stood there for a long time.  That's all, I'm really not as good as you" Huai Ru twitched the corners of his mouth as he spoke, and inserted a pair of chopsticks into the bowl, stirring the noodles continuously, but he didn't pick up a single one for a long time.

    With a sound of "Boom", Yang Xiude put down the wine cup in his hand, and stared straight at Huairu with his eyes: "I didn't expectyou can talk nonsense."

    Huai Ru pursed his lips and smiled noncommittally.  He put his hand on his chin, sucked his nose vigorously, and then sighed comfortably, waiting for Yang Xiude to finish speaking.

    "I really can't help it. My wife is not in good health after giving birth, and she can't go to work anymore. She has to take imported medicine every day, which is quite expensive. I am the only one in the family who makes money and raises three people.  It¡¯s hard work. But no matter how hard it is, I still have to find a way to maintain my family¡¯s livelihood. But I only know how to teach and write articles that are not popular, and I really don¡¯t have any other skills.¡±

    "Later, I heard that there are some junior colleges in our city, and there are adult self-examination classes in ordinary colleges and universities. They say that teachers are required to take classes. Who would be interested in this kind of work? Basically, as long as life is okay, either  If the funds are sufficient, who would like to go down? But others are not happy to go, I am happy. This week, there is a subsidy of a thousand or so yuan. All of them can add up to six or seven thousand yuan.  Where's the money?"

    "Just to make this money, I delayed the regular class. There were several time conflicts, and I had to ask other people in the department to help me substitute for the class."

    Yang Xiude covered his mouth with his hands vigorously, as if something uncomfortable was about to come up if he didn't cover it.  For a long time, Huairu and Yang Xiude looked at each other, both a little speechless.

    The aroma of yellow rice wine lingered between the two of them, and the sound of opera wafting from the radio was like a drum beating, ringing non-stop.

    Yang Xiude raised his wine glass and dangled it in the air: "I"

    Thinking of the current situation that he is like a salted fish, trapped in a predicament and unable to turn himself over, facing the panic and helplessness of being over forty years old, Yang Xiude lowered his head, and felt that his whole life had fallen apart, it was terrible  It's outrageous.

    With no future and no hope, what retreat could he have?

    In the small restaurant in the afternoon, Yang Xiude burst into tears again.  Huai Ru stretched out his hand and patted him on the back, all the words he wanted to say were stuffed back into his stomach at once.  At this moment, any words of relief are pale and powerless.

    With the reform of the permanent track system, for some people, domestic colleges and universities are no longer the iron rice bowls they used to be, and they are not even considered wooden rice bowls.

    It was a paper bowl, once it got wet, it would break with a light poke.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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