Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 585 599 [Long Live Money]

Hearing the beating sound coming from behind, and the Hong Kong guys yelling at the woman in red, Song Zhichao shook his head and smiled.

It seems that this Hong Kong guy is also a smart ghost, who knows how to guess people's hearts.

As soon as he walked out of the door, before Song Zhichao had time to look around, he heard someone say, "Get in the car, Mr. Song."

Song Zhichao heard the sound and saw that it was the old director who "interrogated" him before.

The old director was wearing a police uniform, riding on an old-fashioned green motorcycle with a trailer, and was waving at him with a very flamboyant appearance.

"It's remote here, and you can't get a ride—if you're willing to wait, of course it's okay, you can leave with other passengers later..." The old director pointed to the bus that was parked nearby.

Of course, Song Zhichao would not take this car with other people again, after all, there were enough things.

So, he walked over, looked at the back of the car, and asked the old director, "Sit here?"

"Why? Have you never been in this kind of car?" The old director winked at Song Zhichao, feeling like an old urchin, "This kind of car used to be very powerful. When the little Japanese invaded us, they liked to ride in this kind of chug car." Burning, killing and looting—so after we defeat them, we will learn how to produce this kind of motorcycle immediately..." Papa, after finishing speaking, the old director patted the motorcycle with his hand, "Look, the quality is definitely excellent Leverage!"

Song Zhichao smiled and looked at the back of the car. He was used to BMW and Mercedes, so he really didn't want to sit down.

"How about I drive and you sit?" Song Zhichao suggested.

"What? Look down on me, an old man, and think I'm not good at technology? Before I was not a professional, I was a transport soldier. Let alone this motorcycle, I can even get you a tank."

Song Zhichao gave a thumbs up: "Awesome!" Without hesitation, he crossed his legs and entered the truck.

"Sit still, I still have things to do, so I can only send you to the side of the road—you can just hitch a ride when there are other cars." While speaking, the old director straddled the motorcycle and put on the gas pedal , The motorcycle started suddenly, along the bumpy path, heading towards the main road.

……

The motorcycle is bumping——
Song Zhichao felt like he was riding a game locomotive in an amusement park, but his butt hurt from being bumped. I don't know if it was because the car's cushioning was bad or the ground was too hard.

"Did you catch those people?"

Suddenly, the old director who was driving asked.

Song Zhichao looked over, and the old director didn't turn his face away, as if he didn't speak just now, and he was still driving with full attention.

Just as I wondered if I had heard it wrong, I heard the old director say again: "I have to obey. You made those gangsters arrest with just one phone call, which is a hundred times more powerful than our police."

Song Zhichao was sure this time—it was indeed the old director who was speaking. Although he didn't look at him, his mouth was moving.

Neither admitted nor denied.

Song Zhichao just smiled, and then took out a cigarette from his pocket. He didn't smoke it himself, but handed it to the old director.

The old director glanced at it, slowed down the car, then took the cigarette with one hand and held it in his mouth.

Song Zhichao took out another cigarette, lit it, took two puffs, and then handed the cigarette to the old director.

The old director took the cigarette, pointed the end at it, lit his own, took a puff Meimei, and said with a smile: "This good cigarette is easy to smoke, it's comfortable!"

Song Zhichao smiled.

"I think I should have thought of it a long time ago. It must be not easy for you to smoke such a good cigarette. It's a pity that I laughed at you before..." The old director shook his head with a cigarette in his mouth, and the motorcycle bumped, making him look a little melancholy .

"Who are you?" The old director didn't want to ask at first, but he couldn't help being curious in the end.

Song Zhichao flicked the soot on the moving road, and said with a smile, "Is that the reason you want to see me off yourself because you want to ask this question?"

The old director nodded, "I'm such a cheap person—I can't sleep if I don't get an answer."

Song Zhichao nodded: "It's understandable."

The old director turned his head and looked at Song Zhichao while driving his motorcycle: "So now, can you tell me the answer?"

"The answer is——I'm rich." Song Zhichao said, "I'm especially rich, so—" shrugged, "Money can make ghosts turn mills, and I'm the kind of money that can turn mills ghost!"

The old director was slightly taken aback, as if he didn't expect Song Zhichao to give such an answer.

Laughed, the old director laughed --- opened his mouth, the cigarette he was holding fell to the ground, and the motorcycle galloped past the smoke.

"Your answer is very interesting." The old director said, "Is it the money worship of Western capitalism?"

Without waiting for Song Zhichao to answer, the old director said again: "I think back then, Westerners worshiped money as omnipotent, but we used to worship Maoism; Westerners believed that money can be based on ideology and morality, and anyone and everything can be bought by money. , We are influenced by money; but we believe that man will conquer the sky, and fighting with the sky is endless fun, we believe that everyone is equal, and we can dedicate everything to realize the great communism!"

"Shi Chuanxiang, a dung digger, Wang Jinxi, a steel giant, and thousands of others like them. Could it be that everything they do is for money?"

Faced with such questions from the old director, Song Zhichao was unable to answer.

Yes, in that fiery era, what people were really fighting for was their ideals, not the "money" he said.

Is money really everything?
Maybe different people have different answers.

Seeing that Song Zhichao didn't speak, the old director thought he had educated him, so he said earnestly: "So, young people, don't always focus on money——no matter how much money you have, how much can you get! You still have three Have a meal and wear a suit?"

Song Zhichao remained silent.

The old director thought that he had spoken to Song Zhichao's heart, and had reached the commanding heights of ideology and morality—the mind that had been intimidated by Song Zhichao before was relieved a little.

"Remember, young man, money is not everything! Even if you can really catch those people in Dongguan with one phone call, why not just sit on my motorcycle and wait for a ride? If you have the ability, you Fly up—" the old director teased with a proud expression.

Song Zhichao: "..."

at this time--
buzzing.

Something hovered overhead.

The old director looked up and couldn't help being taken aback.

I saw a small helicopter hovering above their heads.

When the old director drove the motorcycle fast, the plane also drove fast, and when the motorcycle slowed down, the plane also drove slowly—following them all the time.

"What is this plane for? Why is it always hovering above our heads?" The old director found that something seemed wrong.

At this time, Song Zhichao said, "It came to pick me up."

The old director: "..."

Before they could figure it out, they saw the helicopter slowly docking in front of them.

The motorcycle stopped.

Song Zhichao got out of the car.

Not far away, the door of the helicopter with its propellers circling opened, and a man jumped out of it, a fat man.

The fat man was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, full of style, but at this moment he stood respectfully beside the plane, welcoming Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao turned his head and said to the old director who was still in a daze, "Thank you—as you said just now, I'm going to fly."

The old director: "..."

He stared blankly at Song Zhichao walking over, said a few words to that fat man, and then went straight to the car, oh no, to the helicopter.

Whoa whoa whoa!
The helicopter circled again into the air, then high and far away—farther and farther away.

The old director watched the plane leave, not knowing what it was like.

Thinking of what I said to Song Zhichao just now, I felt a little slapped in the face-could it be said that money is omnipotent, and you can do whatever you want with money?

What kind of world is this? Many people can't even afford bicycles. Like their police station, owning a motorcycle is already a luxury—but some people get on a helicopter!

Helicopter!

This is a helicopter!
Rich - people can really fly!

For a time, the elders of the old office grew a lot.

(End of this chapter)