The big era starts in 1983

Chapter 1799 Feeling that life is gloomy
Beautiful country, Lighthouse City.

In front of the TV, Francis felt like he was petrified. He stared at the TV and felt that his breathing had stopped and his heart had stopped beating.

A moderator begins to read the script.

Bai Hao, born in [-], founded Xiaguo No. [-] Factory in [-]...

Very long profile.

Then there is Bai Hao's job title.

As for the position, Francis was dumbfounded, and the subtitles were not enough.

One after another.

If you write on a blank sheet of paper, you need to write at least two and a half pages, with more than 70 positions.

Ordinary.

For example, the operation supervision of Baoqu, the manager of a mining company in the beautiful southern continent.

Something unusual, the director of the Ninth Factory, and the vice-principal of Dongyuan Institute of Technology.

The most unusual ones are the clothes on Bai Hao's body and the flower on his shoulders.

This is real.

It was one of the positions announced in Xia Guo's seven o'clock news.

Bai Hao! ! !

Francis suddenly swung his chair up and slammed it against the TV with all his might.

He is participating in a donkey-elephant race, and his fund manager for the race is Bai Hao, and Bai Hao is...

I dare not think about it.

What's the point of him running a race!
With things developing to this extent, is it necessary for him to live in the white house?
Does he dare to live in the white house?

Bai Hao, it's too scary.

Francis dared to say that he went through the history of mankind, whether it was the legends in the western continents or the countless celebrities in the history of the Xia Kingdom, who could be above Bai Hao, I am afraid that only those figures who are comparable to gods in the Xia Kingdom .

Bai Hao!

Francis laughed suddenly.

He met a young man who was like a miracle.

Outside Francis' room, all his assistants, all his staff, many people knelt on the ground and watched TV.

At this time, Mao Xiongdu.

Yuli.

With a glass of Xifeng from 56, Yuli picked up a piece of pickled pepper from Xiaguo Bashu and put it in his mouth. A jitter.

Cliffen stood beside Yuli: "Yuli, Xu Zhengyang told me, Bai, I will regard you as the eternal Davari!"

"Drink." Yuli pointed to the chair beside him: "Now, it's time to appreciate our family, the occupants of the White House, and No. 86 Tang Street, their expressions, instead of talking about those useless things .”

Cliff turned around, took a bottle of wine and put it on the table.

Jingzhi Baigan.

"It was given to me by Zhanxi. I have never been willing to drink it. It's very strong."

"Fill it up." Yuli pointed to the wine glass in front of him.

This wine has an elegant aroma, plump and mellow, pure and sweet, just 75 degrees.

Not ordinary Lie.

What about Zhanxi?

This will be in Baoqu.

Zhanxi moved a few boxes of wine, and shouted in bear language: "This wine is strong enough, not as strong as our factory manager, I told you a long time ago, follow our factory manager, drink in big bowls, eat meat in big pieces, go to him It's so beautiful."

A group of bears raised their bowls and yelled that the people they followed were strong enough to ensure that they had enough food and clothing and their families had a stable life.

Factory manager, mighty!
Bear people like strong people, the stronger they are, the more respect they will receive.

Bai Hao, he was strong enough before.

Now, Zhanxi made a round of toasting, the bear people here were excited, they were ready, if anyone dared to touch a blade of grass in Baoqu, grass would grow on their graves.

Qinzhou, Shiquan.

A small county town in the mountains, west of the county town, you have to go far, far away, there is no traffic here, and the people in the village will go to the county town together by donkey cart for only two days a month, most of the time it is relatively closed .

A one-armed old man tends his fields.

One-armed, but it does not affect his life at all.

With this single arm, he has built railways, roads, and reservoirs.

Several people from the county came here with a person from the security department of the Ninth Factory. In their opinion, what was the Ninth Factory doing in this mountain village.

field.

"Old Dong, these people are looking for you."

The one-armed old man turned his head, leaned the hoe on his waist, and wiped his sweat with the towel around his neck.

"Go into the house, Wu Wazi, and boil sugar water."

Old Dong warmly greeted those who came to see him. He hadn't seen anyone in the village for a long time, but he was very enthusiastic when he arrived.

There was no sugar at home, so the neighbor offered to send sugar over.

Everyone from the security department of the Ninth Factory sat down, and then asked: "That year, you were 15 years old, and you were in Xixiang, and then..." A memory that had been dusty for 40 years was revealed, and you lived in this small village with your name hidden. .

17 years old, delivered letters as a correspondent, then met Pretty Fungus, left...dry.

More than 100 people, gone.

Many elders pressed him into the soil, those who flew in the sky, and those who shot randomly on the ground, the ground was lifted up a few feet.If it hadn't been for the elders to push him to the ground and then crawl on top of him, he wouldn't just have one arm left.

silent.

Old Dong didn't want to mention that part of the past with anyone, what should he say, the heart-piercing pain of losing the person closest to him?

The person from the security department from the Ninth Factory was very experienced, so he didn't ask too many questions, he just checked his identity.Then he said, "Would you like to welcome them back?"

Old Dong used one arm to grab the arm of the security staff of the Ninth Factory.

After a full minute, he spit out a word: "Go!"

This is just a microcosm.

The entire Xia Kingdom, like countless streams flowing into the Yellow River, came from all corners of the country, and they gathered at the same place to welcome their former comrades-in-arms.

By the way, Xiangjiang.

Zhang Ju is on TV again.

Before the start, Zhang Ju was wiping his sweat.

After the start, Zhang Ju became calm and said: "Fake, that's fake."

The host was stunned: "What is fake?"

"What's new about the empty rabbit? They're all old ones with new shells. They just look good. There's nothing else but good looks, so they're fake." Zhang Ju felt that he was about to say that he was out of control.

But he still needs to say it at least one more time.

Because the pretty state has guests coming over to discuss the matter of the little Japanese.

For now, just hit the pause button.

Little Japanese's ship, as well as the port, suffered heavy losses.

In convenience stores, beer prices have increased fivefold.

Rice, double and a half.

In the entire Japanese island, only some member chain stores in Chikushi Island are still normal, but only for members.

These are all run by the Xiaoxiaoshan group, relying on Bai Hao to arrange cargo ships behind the scenes.

It used to be luck quietly.

Now, the aboveboard luck stopped directly at the seaside and arranged for a small boat to transfer there. The patrol boat of the little Japanese did not dare to approach it when they saw it.

Because they also eat rice at home.

Going to buy rice from a big supermarket, the family can no longer afford it.

The Xiaoshan group is very good. Under such circumstances, within their sphere of influence, food is delivered to the orphans' homes every week, and people are often sent to visit.

What's more, the guarantee is the life necessity of the lowest-level migrant workers on Chikushi Island. For families in real difficulties, the interest on borrowing money from Xiaoxiaoshan Group is even lower than that of banks in Wajima.

(End of this chapter)