Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 677 691 [Stock God Legend]

Hongqiao, demolition area——
On the way to Nie Weidong's house.

At this time, around nine o'clock in the evening, Song Zhichao couldn't help feeling a little nervous when he walked into this somewhat dark demolition area. There were many ruins in front of him, and there were some wild dogs barking.

After walking dozens of steps, the number of people gradually increased, and the area in front suddenly opened up, and there were many houses that had not been demolished.

In the deserted moonlight, a huge white slogan was written with a brush on the wall——
"Five stresses, four beauties, and three loves!"

"Strive to build the four modernizations!"

"Family planning is a basic national policy that benefits the country and the people!"

In front of those houses were hung incandescent light bulbs ripped out of the houses, and a group of coquettishly dressed young women in scantily dressed clothes moved small benches and sat on both sides of the road.

Some of those women smoked with cigarettes in their mouths, some took mirrors to paint their lips, and some chatted together, watching the pedestrians passing through the alley from time to time.

Song Zhichao knew what these women did at a glance. Although the ages were different, some things would never change.

At this time, Nie Weidong gave Song Zhichao a deep look, and repeated the two sentences he had just said --- "You are very young" and "You are young".

Song Zhichao: "..."

After taking a look at those sexy women in flirtatious dresses, I completely understood.

Nie Weidong is obviously very familiar with the women here, because those women would spank him whenever they saw him——
"Nie Weidong, you've been beaten again!"

"Brother Dong, how is the record?"

"Young Master Nie, how many shots did you hit this time?"

Nie Weidong tossed his long hair handsomely. He felt that the paper twist stuffed in his nostril would damage his image, so he pressed the other nostril and sprayed it, and the stuffed paper twist flew out. If you don’t believe one, there are only seven or eight—all of them were beaten to the ground by me!”

Another woman stared at Song Zhichao who was supporting Nie Weidong—after all, it is rare to see such a handsome man as Song Zhichao.

"Brother Dong, who is the handsome guy you brought? Do you want me to help?"

"Don't listen to that girl, she's a nympho! Let me do it, I know how to love people!"

"Tch, you two SAO girls, you can't bear seeing the handsome guy --- are you willing to do it without paying?"

Seeing these women gossip, Nie Weidong was a little embarrassed, and said to Song Zhichao behind him: "They are all lunatics, don't talk to them."

Those women were not happy when they heard Nie Weidong say this, "Why are we crazy? We are beautiful women! Look at our faces, our figures, our temperament... we can almost become stars if we pull it out."

The women scratched their heads one by one.

"That's right, people say I look like Liu Xiaoqing!"

"You liu xiaoqing's fart, I'm paying back Maggie Cheung!"

"Then I am Rosamund Kwan!"

"I'm Li Jiaxin!"

Song Zhichao: "..."

Hearing these women's nonsense, he couldn't take it any longer--Guan Zhilin and Li Jiaxin are both artists under his banner, and these women are too confident to use them as a metaphor.

The one who compared herself to "Li Jiaxin" saw Song Zhichao staring at her in a daze, and said, "What do you look at, don't you think I don't look like me? Although this lady is out to sell, she is no worse than those who are celebrities!"

The others chimed in and said, "That's right, we don't steal or rob, and we make money openly and aboveboard!"

Song Zhichao: "..."

Since it is upright, why are you still sitting in this dark place?
Nie Weidong was afraid that Song Zhichao would be spoiled by these women, so he hurriedly pulled Song Zhichao and said, "Let's go, ignore them."

Behind, the group of women laughed and laughed again——
"Let's go, scare away! It's a pity for such a handsome little guy!"

"Come back, I'll give you free!"

"Smelly shameless, you are willing to do it without asking for money!"

"He's handsome, and being handsome brings benefits!"

"Hehehehe!"

……

A dilapidated two-story building——
"My place is here. How is it? Is it very broken?" Nie Weidong handed Song Zhichao a cigarette.

Song Zhichao took the cigarette, glanced at the broken building, and said two words: "It's okay."

Nie Weidong smiled, "Okay? Just this place? Ha ha."

Song Zhichao remained silent, Nie Weidong couldn't help it anymore, "I tell you that you may not believe me, I used to live in a western-style building, the kind of western-style building in front of the Bund, and my bedroom alone is bigger than this broken building..."

Song Zhichao smiled, but remained silent.

Nie Weidong shrugged, spread his hands, looked at his flip flops and worn clothes, and said, "I know you think I'm bragging, I know you look down on me—a little red guy who lives in a bungalow? Are you stupid?"

Song Zhichao said, "I didn't say I looked down on you."

"Then just say something—if you don't say anything, you look down on me."

"That's okay too?"

"I have self-respect!" Nie Weidong tossed his long hair, revealing a fairly attractive face, "Anyway, I used to be the famous young master Zhong Hai, it doesn't matter if those bastards look down on you, but you can't."

"why?"

"Because you are my benefactor."

Song Zhichao: "..."

I feel that Young Master Nie's thinking is jumping.

"Actually, there is a question I've always wanted to ask you." Nie Weidong looked at Song Zhichao, his cigarette flickering on and off.

"what is the problem?"

"Why are you helping me?"

This time it was Song Zhichao's turn to shrug his shoulders: "Do you need a reason for you?"

Nie Weidong: "..."

I think this answer is very ancient.

"Then you make one up."

"Make up one?" Song Zhichao put his left hand in his pocket and held a cigarette in his right hand, meditating: "Because your story is like Xiaobaiwen --- betrayed by friends, bankrupted, girlfriend robbed, slapped in the face on the street... this kind of plot It sucks, but I love it!"

Nie Weidong: "..."

Confused.

Song Zhichao threw the cigarette butt on the ground, crushed it with his toes, and patted Nie Weidong on the shoulder: "You don't need to understand, you just need to understand, not everyone can live as wonderfully as you."

Nie Weidong: "..."

It was a very Zen sentence, he seemed to understand it, but he didn't seem to understand it.

After all, life is full of ups and downs, not everyone can experience it.

Thinking of this, Nie Weidong thought of his predecessor, the representative of the second generation ancestor——Jia Baoyu... A dream of rich clothes and jade food, didn't he see through the world of mortals and become a monk in the end?

Could it be that his future way out is to become a monk?
Nie Weidong was horrified, and touched his long black and beautiful hair——shaving is impossible!No way!

……

After smoking--
Nie Weidong threw away his cigarette butt, and went upstairs with a limp.

Song Zhichao was afraid that he would fall, so he followed behind.

On the second floor, Nie Weidong took out the key and opened the door. Suddenly, there was a musty smell in the dark room.

Nie Weidong swept his nose while reaching out to touch the light cord hanging on the wall.

Touch the light cord, pull it, and the light bulb turns on.

Song Zhichao looked through the light, and saw that it was a room of about [-] square meters. The inside was very simple, with basically no furniture—the only valuable thing was probably the radio on the cabinet. Looking at the brand, it was actually a Sony brand. .

Sony?Song Zhichao thought of his "old friend" Akio Morita --- I don't know if this guy is dead or not.

Looking at the surrounding walls, it can almost explain what is called "the four walls of the house". It is mottled and dilapidated, but there are only two star posters hanging on it. Stallone is shirtless and tied with a red headband, holding a machine gun - posing in a Rambo style.

The other poster looks brand new, but it belongs to American Pop King Michael Jackson—but this poster is a bit weird: Michael Jackson is smiling and talking to a person wearing a windbreaker, with only an unusually tall back, It's like the "God of Gamblers" in the movie.

Looking at the composition of the entire poster again, Song Zhichao suddenly felt that Mike was not the protagonist of the painting, but the back figure—because that back figure occupied the middle position of the whole painting.

Song Zhichao felt the weirdness more and more, and the more he looked at the back, the more familiar he was.

Nie Weidong, who was looking for iodine in the drawer of the cabinet, looked up and saw Song Zhichao staring at the poster in a daze, and said, "That's my idol..."

"Michael Jackson?" Song Zhichao asked subconsciously.

"No, that figure from the back."

Song Zhichao: "..."

"Don't underestimate my idol, he is the famous 'stock god'!"

Song Zhichao: "..."

Isn't the stock god Buffett?No matter how you look at this back, it doesn't look like Buffett——Buffett is a ghost and a fat man. This back is too young, and he has black hair. He should be a handsome guy.

Nie Weidong took a cotton swab and dipped it in purple iodine, put one leg on the chair, grinned and daubed the scratched area, "You don't know, when the Soviet Union disintegrated, I was ruined by that bastard Long Jianfei, But my idol took advantage of the disintegration of the Soviet Union to soar into the sky --- making tens of billions in the futures market!"

Song Zhichao: "..."

This paragraph is a bit familiar.

Seeing Song Zhichao's bewildered expression, Nie Weidong was even more excited, "Are you scared? You must be wondering how there is such a god in this world... So he is the unique stock god in the world today!"

"Believe me, as long as I find him one day and worship him as my teacher, I believe that I, Nie Weidong, will one day turn around!" When Nie Weidong said this, his eyes were full of longing and his tone was full of passion, as if he Sooner or later, Young Master Nie will turn around and seek revenge from Long Jianfei and others.

Song Zhichao: "..."

He choked out a sentence for a long time, "Do you know him?"

"I don't know!" Nie Weidong replied very simply.

"Oh, don't worry if you don't know me."

Nie Weidong: "..."

"Although I don't know him, I will definitely find him!" Nie Weidong felt that Song Zhichao underestimated himself, "Where there is a will, there is a way, let alone I am so ambitious."

Song Zhichao: "Your ambition is to live in this kind of place, to fart with those girls outside, to flirt with the car repairer... just to save [-] cents?"

Nie Weidong: "..."

Suddenly, I blushed.

Although he was down and out, he still knew how to be ashamed.

Then he felt that Song Zhichao was too unnatural—is there anyone who exposes scars like this?Talking is not reserved at all.

Immediately, he put down the iodine in his hand, and like the "one-legged fox" in the cartoon "Book of Heaven", he hopped and ran towards the bed with one leg, and said angrily, "Sleep—turn off the light!" At last Added another sentence: "No!"

Song Zhichao shook his head and smiled.

(End of this chapter)