The camp bed was very narrow, less than one meter wide, with a few iron pipes supporting a piece of canvas. It had few points of strength and was very soft.
Due to Cai Gen's 200 kilograms of weight, the camp bed groaned in pain every time he turned over.
The sound of "squeak" and "squeak" kept echoing in the empty store. Cai Gen slept uneasily and kept turning over.
He was dreaming. For Cai Gen, who has always had a high quality of sleep, the dream was also very new to him.
Standing on the top of a mountain, is it a tourist attraction?
No plants, bare.
There is only a huge millstone, it should be a millstone, but it has handrails like a rudder.
All kinds of colorful thin wires are connected to the millstone from the sky to the ground. It is very complicated, a bit like the PCB circuit board Cai Gen has seen before, which is as complicated as 8 and 10 layers.
From time to time, various light spots fly into the center of the millstone.
There are mostly black ones, very few white ones, and even fewer other colors.
The black one enters the grindstone, but nothing happens.
The white stuff enters the grindstone, and the grindstone rotates slightly.
Other colors enter the millstone and the rotation range is slightly larger.
As the millstone rotates, the colorful thin threads are moved, giving the lifeless space a little vitality.
Perhaps due to lack of fuel, the millstone rotates very slowly, very slowly, as if it will stop at any time and never rotate again.
Cai Gen is really like visiting a tourist attraction. The millstone is so big that I walked around it for a long time.
There are many patterns with unknown meanings engraved on the millstone, which glow as they rotate.
After looking at it for a long time, Cai Gen felt that he was short of hands. He touched the armrest on the millstone with his hand. It was very familiar, as if he was holding his right hand with his left hand.
With a slight exertion, or no exertion at all, just as casually as raising a hand to rub your eyes, the huge millstone rotated greatly.
As if it were weightless, it suddenly moved the thin wire connected to the grindstone.
Maybe it hasn't been rotated at such a large scale for a long time, and the thin wire connecting the grinding disc didn't seem to react at all.
Then they seemed to remind each other.
"What are you still doing? Move. Now that you can move, hurry up and move."
Then the whole space is colorful and full of vitality.
Just like when spring comes, birds chirp, insects chirp, grasses poke their heads out, flowers reveal their faces, and everything on earth begins to revive.
The sudden change shocked Cai Gen. He quickly let go of the handrail and moved away from the millstone. Could it be that he had damaged it? Will someone seek compensation from him?
After waiting for a long time, everything returned to calm and became like a dead sheep again.
No one came to find him, so Cai Gen was a little relieved. If he had to pay for it, he couldn't afford to pay for such a big millstone even if he sold his house or land.
I still wanted to touch the handrail to feel refreshed, because it felt so good just now, as if I could dominate all things. I reached out to the handrail of the millstone before I touched it.
"The spring breeze of reform is blowing everywhere, and the Chinese people are really up to their game."
Cai Gen woke up and picked up the phone. It was not a local number. He picked up the phone in confusion.
"Hello?"
The voice on the other side was very excited and kind. She was a little girl.
"Hello, Mr. Cai, you are a platinum customer of our securities company,"
After hanging up the phone, Cai Gen closed his eyes again and tried his best to recall the millstone just now.
But just like when everyone dreams, they can only remember a feeling, and the details of the specific event are very vague.
That feeling is that the left hand touching the right hand is very familiar, as if I was born to touch the armrest.
Could it be that he was a donkey in his previous life and was destined to be a grinder? Thinking of this, Cai Gen felt bad all over.
"The spring breeze of reform is blowing everywhere, and the Chinese people are really up to their game."
This sales call was very persistent. When I looked at the time, it was 8pm.
The little girl who is still working overtime in a big city hasn't gotten off work after 8 o'clock. Maybe it's because today's telemarketing task hasn't been completed yet!
100 phone calls a day? 500 phone calls? The law of large numbers? The 80-20 theorem?
I'm still working at this time. I guess there will be no public transportation after get off work. I should take the subway. The last bus of Line 1 and Line 2 is around 11 o'clock. I should live in a village in the city or in a basement.
He sounds so enthusiastic when making phone calls. It seems that he has just finished training and has just entered the industry. He is in the mad dog stage. He thinks that everything is possible and every phone call is an opportunity to succeed through his own efforts.
Cai Gen was thinking wildly and answered the phone.
"Hello, Mr. Cai, you are a platinum customer of our securities company, and now we have several new stocks recommended to you."
This time, Cai Gen did not hang up the phone. He asked for a few words from time to time, and after 20 minutes, he finally agreed to think about it and ended the call.
As a little girl in a big city, I can only help you so much. Although your work has not made any substantial progress, I can be an effective phone call to help you practice your speaking skills.
If it can encourage your enthusiasm for work, then it is best to finish the task early and go home early.
However, thinking about it on the other hand, is this kind of encouragement good or bad? Cai Gen blamed himself for giving the little girl hope, and was so entangled.
Forget it, I'm so hungry.
Cai Gen got up and saw that the store was dark. He had slept all day and there was still no business, otherwise he would have woken himself up long ago.
Quickly turn on the lights in the store, and the dark room suddenly becomes brighter.
The empty dining table suddenly reminded me of what I heard about flies in the morning, and I felt a little guilty.
Looking outside, is the house full? There are all men, women, old and young.
Opening the glass door, it was so cold outside. Looking in through the window, it was okay, it was still empty. Cai Gen felt relieved.
Back in the house, Cai Gen saw the car keys on the bar. It turned out that his wife had been here and saw him sleeping, but did not wake him up. He could drive now to deliver food tonight.
I went to the kitchen, turned on the TV, lit the gas, boiled a bowl of water, and waited for the water to boil.
Suddenly I remembered that when I ran to the front hall, the cigarette was still on the table, and the fly still had some bottom line in doing things.
Open the cigarette case and there is only one cigarette left. Take it out and light it. It is really hard to smoke a fake cigarette, especially the first one after waking up.
Cai Gen didn't wait in the kitchen for the water to boil. He went to the supermarket and bought a pack of cigarettes. It cost 7 yuan. The lady who sold steamed buns in the morning couldn't help but say, ugh.
On the way back, I saw my car parked at the gate of the community. I felt more comfortable. I didn't have to suffer from the cold when delivering food at night.
The water has boiled, I cooked yesterday’s leftover instant noodles, and turned on the TV to The World on My Tongue.
Along with the delicacies from all over the world, we began to feast on, well, feast on instant noodles.
"You have a new takeout order, please process it immediately. You have a new takeout order, please process it immediately."
Cai Gen quickly ran to the bar and took orders in front of the computer.
Fortunately, it is not a red romantic hotel, but a residence.
This is a good sign today. It’s only 8 o’clock.
In the past, other businesses were closed and people came in after 12 o'clock. Cai Gen felt very happy.
