It was just that the confused Caizi quickly came to his senses. He knew that Yan Fenghuo wanted to help him and didn't want him to embark on a path of self-destruction.
"Okay, no need to say more." The scholar sighed softly and said, "Get rid of those bombs. Some facts cannot be changed."
"It can be changed." Yan Fenghuo narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice to the scholar: "In the army, the ways to change the facts can be killing and war. Here, there are only two ways to change the facts: money and power. If
If you have money, if you have power, you can complete the change without making any deliberate changes. This is exactly the same as the army we are in. Strong troops are capital. Bullying the weak and fearing the strong is the nature of animals, and the law of the jungle is the iron law of nature. You
Lack of money, if you had money, you wouldn’t be like this.”
Money, power... Yan Fenghuo is absolutely right, because these two are the essence of this society. The whole society has shown an extremely impetuous state, entering an era where poverty is laughed at but prostitution is not laughed at.
When the "Moving China" column appeared, when Lei Feng's spiritual construction came to be vigorously promoted, when Chinese studies education began to be promoted, it was a cultural change, showing the vitality of thriving modern socialism. But behind its appearance is the moral and cultural
It is extremely missing. If it were not missing, there would be no need for the promotion of these things.
Your English has passed CET-6, your piano has passed CET-6, your TOEFL has passed, and you have been admitted to Harvard University... But can you write calligraphy? Have you passed Class A in Mandarin? What is your English?
Sichuan flavor or Hunan flavor, or Yu flavor or Hunan flavor?
Regardless of these, let’s talk about the most realistic problem: without money, you can’t afford to die! Because you can’t afford a cemetery!!!
This is a common phenomenon, not an individual phenomenon. The measure of whether a person is respected or not has quietly become the amount of money he or she holds.
So money and power are the way to survive in this society. Without these, you are nothing. If you want to be respected, then go make money; if you want to get the human rights status you deserve, then go make money.
; If you want to live with more dignity, go make money quickly!
Remember, in the world of ordinary people, the best career is to be a businessman, and eventually become an official businessman.
"I have no money and no power..." The scholar smiled faintly and looked at his empty right trouser leg: "There are not many people who are as lucky as you. You can be like this even though you are a ruffian soldier, haha. Yan Fenghuo
, you don’t need to help me, let alone give me money, that will make me unbearable.”
The scholar's self-esteem is pitiful, but he still struggles to maintain his poor self-esteem. This is his only self-esteem, facing his former comrades and brothers.
"Give you money? Stop being funny, okay?" Yan Fenghuo smiled disdainfully: "My ultimate goal is to become a successful businessman. I don't even give money to beggars, let alone you? I know you need it.
Money, let's do this, you can borrow a loan from me. Nowadays, credit mortgage is popular, so it goes without saying about your credit. Three points of interest, do you want to borrow it or not?"
A philistine, Yan Fenghuo's face is definitely that of a philistine. It's a shame he had the nerve to say it out loud.
"Brother!" Yan Yan couldn't help but call Yan Fenghuo.
"What do you know, little girl?" Yan Fenghuo glared, and continued to talk to the talented man: "You borrow money, I charge interest, and I will respond to your needs. I will also make money without any favors. Don't hesitate.
Just give him a nice word, don't act like a bitch."
The scholar stared at Yan Fenghuo for a long time, then suddenly said: "Yan Fenghuo, you still owe me several thousand yuan."
"But you said you don't need to pay it back, have you forgotten?" Yan Fenghuo said with a smile: "Auntie's illness requires a lot of money. If my guess is correct, I'm afraid you don't have any place to borrow money now. I don't believe that for auntie's sake
You refuse to bow your head, and besides, I’m not asking you to bow your head, I’m lending you usury.”
"Borrow!" The scholar gritted his teeth and nodded.
Just as Yan Fenghuo said, he had to bow his head for the sake of his mother's illness. Besides, he had already bowed his head once yesterday. It was so low that he lost all his self-esteem and went straight to the dead end. If he bowed his head like that every time, it would be better to
If you bow your head in front of your comrades, you can at least retain some dignity.
You get used to lowering your head all the time, just like killing people, you get used to it after killing.
"The starting loan amount is 100 million!" Yan Fenghuo spat out a sentence.
With a "swish" sound, the scholar's left hand shook violently, and the coffee cup slipped and hit the table.
"The minimum loan is 100 million!!!" The talented man shouted with his eyes wide open: "Why the hell do I need so much money???"
"Let's do business." Yan Fenghuo said with a smile: "I just said that to live in this society, you either have power or money. One hundred million is not RMB, but one hundred million US dollars. If you have this money, you will have it."
An absolutely high starting point. With an absolutely high starting point, you can have a better future than others."
"I won't borrow it!" the scholar refused.
He dare not borrow 100 million US dollars.
"You don't want to borrow it?" Yan Fenghuo looked at the talented man with a look of disdain and said, "You have always been so short-sighted. This is true during missions and at all times. You are afraid that you can't afford it.
I'm afraid you can't play with such a big plate, you're afraid you're not that good. Haha, I wonder, a person who is not even afraid of death would still be afraid of these things? Look at your current bear-like appearance, with broken arms and legs.
Do you still have a way out?"
"Me!..." The scholar clenched his fists tightly, but found that he had nothing to say to refute the other party.
Indeed, it is already like this, and he has no way out. He is not even afraid of death, so why should he be afraid of borrowing 100 million US dollars from others?
If it were a person with so much money in front of him, his first thought might be whether he could have more money. But the talented man had many considerations. If he still couldn't get enough, then how should he explain it?
Just like before every mission, he always thinks about how he will explain to his superiors and the parents of his comrades if a comrade dies.
"You have two options: one is to use your bombs to blow up all the guys you are unhappy with, and then the old army will arrest and execute you; the other is to borrow this loan shark and use it to force you to
Go as crazy as you can to make money. Choose one, don’t let me despise you.”
This multiple-choice question is so simple that even a primary school student knows how to choose. But when this question was placed in front of the talented scholar, he still hesitated. When he was trained by Yan Fenghuo to bring out extreme thoughts
, indecision showed its greatest bloom in him.
"Brother Talent, borrow it." When her brother poked her thigh again, Yan Yan showed a beautiful smile and said: "I have always wanted to practice business, and I also studied international finance. You want to do business.
I can still work for you."
"I don't know what business to do..." The scholar was still hesitant.
He knows nothing about business. If you throw 100 million US dollars at him, he really doesn’t know what to do. How many KFCs? How many supermarkets?
"Mineral deposits, real estate, department stores, import and export trade!" Yan Fenghuo stared at the talented man and said, "You have to consider whether you can do it or not. You just need to think about how you have been trampled by others."
Upon hearing these words, the scholar's face instantly became ferocious, as if he had lost control again. A strong look of madness burst out from his eyes, which was cold and terrifying.
Seeing this crazy look, Yan Fenghuo's eyes lit up, and he knew that he had successfully inspired the talent's wildness.
"How capable are you?" Cai Zi stared at Yan Fenghuo and asked.
Yan Fenghuo took out his mobile phone, dialed a series of numbers, looked into the scholar's eyes, and asked into the phone: "Hong Xiao, this is Yan Fenghuo."
Yan Fenghuo has no money, and he is a complete pauper himself, but there are many rich people who are willing to help him. Hong Xiao, the daughter of Hong Ye, the drug lord of Dafangzhai, was entrusted to Yan Fenghuo's daughter before his death.
"Ah!! Brother, where are you? I'll be there right away!!!" Hong Xiao's surprised voice came from the phone.
"Linjiang City, bring money." Yan Fenghuo said with a smile: "How much working capital do you have on hand? I have a brother who needs some money for business, so..."
"I don't know, there are too many. Brother, wait for me, I will be there in two hours."
"good."
After hanging up the phone, Yan Fenghuo found that his sister was looking at him with squinting eyes, and there seemed to be a hint of grievance in her eyes.
"Hey, fuck sister, fuck sister." Yan Fenghuo patted Yan Yan's head lovingly and said with a smile: "This is my business in Dafangzhai, Yan Yan, I told you. The drug lord Hong Lin also
There is his daughter Hong Xiao."
"Ah, I remembered it!" After being reminded, Yan Yan immediately remembered the sister her brother recognized.
The grievance in her eyes disappeared without a trace in an instant, and was filled with a touch of mischievous cunning. This was her brother's romantic debt, and she had no choice but to pay for it.
Well, I am my brother’s only sister!
"Hehe...hehe..." Under Yan Yan's eyes, Yan Fenghuo giggled.
The talented man opposite ordered another cup of coffee, drank it slowly with a serious look on his face, and waited.
One hundred million dollars is too little, he needs more.
Money, power, I'm not even afraid of death, what else do I have to be afraid of? Hahaha... No matter how my dignity has been trampled on, I have to get it back. I am a wolf like a blood fox, and I am a wolf that will never be afraid.
All blood vixens!
The talented man finally figured it out, and after he figured it out, he developed a revenge mentality that is difficult for ordinary people to understand. In the army, their revenge was killing, killing all the old, weak, women, and children; here, his revenge cannot be
Instead of killing people, you have to make the person who insulted you kneel in front of you, stick out your tongue and **** the soles of your feet.
How did you get it and how do you give it back?
Retribution will be fought without mercy! This is also a battlefield. There is no blood, but it is another battlefield of dignity and survival that is even more cruel.