Yang Haijun and the others didn't even look back when they saw Qin Chuan. They were a little stunned at first, but when they came to their senses, they didn't know that the other party was really a liar.
But just now they were saying good things to the liar, and even said bad words to Song Wenjing, who really helped them.
The three of them suddenly turned red and didn't know what to say.
However, Song Wenjing waved his hand and asked them to continue sitting down, "You have never traveled far, so you don't know the dangers of the world. You must be more cautious in the future. There is no such thing as a good thing in the sky, and it just happens to fall on your heads.
If there is, it might be a pie filled with poison."
For what Song Wenjing said, it had just been a personal experience. The three of them were not as high-spirited as when they first boarded the train, but they suddenly became a little downcast.
"Brother, thank you for your help just now. Otherwise, we might have been deceived."
As the leader of the three, Yang Haijun stood up first and expressed his gratitude to Song Wenjing.
"You should be careful when you come out for the first time. There are many people like this now. Losing a little money is a small matter, but if you risk your life, it will be a big deal." Song Wenjing warned earnestly.
Yang Haijun now clearly listened to Song Wenjing's words. While constantly expressing his gratitude, he also asked Song Wenjing if he really had a cousin who was a policeman in Yangcheng.
Song Wenjing was not familiar with them, so how could he reveal too much information to them? He just vaguely dealt with it.
However, they did announce their names to each other. After all, they had to make eye contact for more than a day on the train. When they were bored, they were all young people, so there was nothing wrong with them chatting about everyday things.
The three of them are all from Yangwang Village, Dongshan Town, Shuzhou, and the other two are Yang Zhigang and Yang Ming. During the Chinese New Year, I don’t know which one of them I believed in the rumor, and they made an appointment to go to Yangcheng for development.
But they never expected that they would encounter such a situation as soon as they got on the train. If Song Wenjing hadn't drawn his sword to help, they would have never predicted the consequences.
"Brother Song, do you think there are really those black factories over there in Yangcheng that deceive people and then work for free without paying them? Don't the police care about this?"
The three of them were all just 18 years old, so they all called Song Wenjing Brother Song. This was the first time they heard of such a thing, and they still didn't quite believe it was true.
The sinister nature of people's hearts can never be imagined by these simple people who have been staying in the countryside.
"These are not jokes to you, but facts. You must pay attention when you arrive in Yangcheng. If you want to find a job, go to companies with a decent scale and formal status. Don't just tell you that they can introduce you to a job.
, so he ran away with others."
Song Wenjing warned again that he was really worried that when the three guys arrived at Yangcheng, they rushed in confused and ended up hitting their heads and bleeding.
Of course, Song Wenjing gave him advice on what should be said and what should not be said. As for the outcome, it was beyond his control. He did what he should do with a clear conscience.
Along the way, the four of them were talking and laughing. Although the one-and-a-half-day journey was boring and uncomfortable, after all, with the company of three people, it didn't feel so lonely.
"Brothers, I still have my own things to do. Let's say goodbye here. If there is a chance in the future, maybe we can meet again."
"Okay, Brother Song, no matter what, thank you again."
We finally arrived at Yangcheng Railway Station. After exiting the platform, it was time for everyone to say goodbye.
Song Wenjing was going to take the car again and go straight to Pengcheng. Yang Haijun and the others still planned to try their luck in Yangcheng to see where there were places recruiting workers. If it didn't work, they would go back home.
There are still many shuttle buses from Yangcheng to Pengcheng. When Song Wenjing found the bus station through inquiries, there happened to be a bus ready to leave.
The distance from Yangcheng to Pengcheng is only over 100 kilometers. Under normal circumstances, it can definitely be reached in two hours.
It was already four o'clock in the afternoon, and it was estimated that it would be evening when we arrived in Pengcheng.
Song Wenjing had never learned Cantonese at all and could not understand most of the accents in the car. Bored, he could only look out the window.
It is worthy of being the forefront of the open city in the south. Cars shuttle through the streets like a continuous stream. High-rise buildings stand tall and all the people are like clockwork. They appear to be in a hurry without any leisure.
In more places, there are large construction sites. The deafening roar of machines comes one after another, creating a prosperous scene.
Along the way, Song Wenjing studied the map of Pengcheng he bought from the bus station. When the bus arrived at the station, it was getting dark. As soon as he walked out of the station, a group of people gathered around him.
"Young man, do you want accommodation? It's very cheap, only ten yuan a night. If you have special needs, we can also arrange it!" An aunt about fifty years old even had a layer of inexplicable makeup on her face.
It was dark, and a pale face almost touched Song Wenjing's face, almost making him sick to the point of vomiting.
"I don't need it." Song Wenjing pushed the person away.
Just when he was about to walk away, a middle-aged woman approached him again.
"Young man, are you looking for a job or something? I can help you. Do you want to find a place to talk?"
Just as Song Wenjing was about to refuse, another middle-aged man came up and was about to say something.
Song Wenjing was extremely bored, but these people were staring at him like flies.
After finally squeezing out of the crowd, Song Wenjing ran away. He didn't stop until he ran a long way away and took a break.
Before Zhou Yiping came, he had clearly warned him that hotels near the station were the most crowded, with roosters, dogs, and thieves popping up in an endless stream. Therefore, he must not stay here too long.
"Master, go to Binhe Avenue."
On the way, Song Wenjing stopped a taxi and got in it.
"Young man, you have just arrived in Pengcheng. Are you looking for a job? Or doing business?" The driver obviously knew people very well, and he could tell at a glance that Song Wenjing had just arrived.
Song Wenjing also wanted to know about the situation here through the driver, so they started chatting.
"Oh, it turns out you went to Huaqiangbei Electronic Street to buy things. I thought you came here to find a job. Let me tell you, there are too many outsiders coming to Pengcheng now, and they all want to get rich overnight.
.It’s a pity that only a few people really get rich.”
The driver brother was obviously a little emotional, as if he had experienced something before.
Song Wenjing was not interested in his personal experience. He wanted to know more about where to buy things in Huaqiangbei.
The driver was very enthusiastic and did not discriminate against Song Wenjing because he was a foreigner. Instead, he readily informed Song Wenjing everything he needed to know. He even secretly told him where to go if he wanted to buy those colored video tapes.
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It seems that this driver brother must be watching these things regularly, otherwise how could he be so proficient in them.
Song Wenjing was not to be outdone, and directly discussed relevant topics with the other party. He even talked about Hong Kong Island across the river. Song Wenjing knew all the celebrities and big names.
Especially for those porn stars among them, Song Wenjing could even roughly tell their sizes.
Just kidding, when the Internet age comes in the future, there won’t be any small movies like these. Song Wen still clearly remembers the scenes of many photos taken by photographer Chen. Especially one of the actresses surnamed Zhang, he still remembers it.
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The driver's brother was immediately impressed by this young man. Soon after, Song Wenjing finally arrived at a hotel, which was exactly the place introduced by the driver.
Overall, it was pretty good. The waiter checked Song Wenjing's border security permit and ID card, and arranged a room with a shower.
10 yuan a night is a bit expensive, but it's worth it to wash away all the dust. I just don't know how much of a share the driver will get.
In the evening, Song Wenjing did not dare to go out for a walk. He was not familiar with the place and the language sounded troublesome. He simply made do with a pack of instant noodles soaked in boiling water and solved the problem of dinner.
Looking out the window from upstairs, the neon lights are flashing and colorful, as if I have entered another world.
Looking back on Shuzhou today, except for some light industries, there is basically nothing to do with it. The construction of the entire city has obviously fallen behind a lot.
Song Wenjing couldn't help feeling that the development of Pengcheng was really changing with each passing day.
If you have enough funds now and buy two shops in Futian District, you will probably be worth hundreds of millions in 20 years.
It's a pity that he just collected the rags and didn't have much ability. He could only start from scratch and accumulate points one by one.