Left-behind women in Fuzhou

Chapter 22 Wang Jing's Story (1)
At that time, I often went to northern Fujian for interviews, and I also like to do interviews in northern Fujian the most.

Take the train, sit on the seat by the window, look at the scenery passing by outside the window, gradually get away from the noisy city, and the restless mood suddenly becomes very peaceful.I always think of the word "Zhiyi Meditation", which was a word that fascinated me infinitely. When I was a teenager, I read a lot of novels in the 90s and [-]s. In those contemporary Chinese literature, love always It will be staged in the train, and the heroine will always "Zhi Yi meditate" in the novel. The infinitely beautiful picture is frozen in my memory, making me happy and sweet whenever I recall it.

However, on the trains I went to cover in northern Fujian again and again, I didn’t meet a girl who “Zhi Yi was thinking” that moved my heart, but the beautiful scenery outside the window moved me deeply. What it brought me was Another kind of stunning and beautiful, shocking beauty.

Sitting on the train, going north along the Minjiang River. On the broad blue river, there are fishermen wearing bamboo hats, rowing a flat boat, and people sitting silently fishing by the river. The scenery is as peaceful as a picture. ink painting.The train continued to go north, and the tall emerald green pine trees roared towards the mountains outside the window, and retreated in an uproar.There are also mountain peaks, continuous mountain peaks.Sometimes, in the canyon, a small thatched hut will suddenly appear. The small thatched hut is bathed in the golden sunshine, and the branches covered with thatch are still fresh green. In front of the hut, freshly washed clothes are drying, and there is a stone table. , a few stone benches.A pot of thin porridge, maybe pumpkin porridge, was boiling beside the stone table, and the white steam hit the lid of the pot... I suddenly had an urge to get off the car right here and walk into the small hut , lived in that small hut until the last moment of his life.

The scenery of northern Fujian is different from that of any other place. The fertile land is covered with dense forests, and the rolling peaks can't be seen at a glance, while cities and villages are scattered and submerged in the forest.It's feminine, it's beautiful, it's gorgeous, it's moist, it's like a beautiful woman with a variety of styles.It is said that this is the land with the highest forest coverage in China.

That time, I took the train to Wuyishan, the terminal station.

Standing on the street of Wuyi Mountain, looking around, eyes are full of emerald green, even the wind blowing is moist.The surrounding mountains are like a cradle, and the urban area of ​​Wuyishan is as pure as a baby.There are few pedestrians on the street, and people walk leisurely and calmly, unlike people in big cities who are in a hurry and tense.This is a very livable city.

I was wandering on the streets of Wuyi Mountain, with my luggage on my back, my binoculars in my hand, and my eyes wide open, I looked around curiously. Those local aborigines in national costumes, foreign tourists in fashionable clothes, pavilions on the mountainside, and villas on the top of the mountain , amazed me.I don't understand why someone would build a villa on the top of a mountain just to "see all the small mountains at a glance", but how much manpower and material resources would it cost.

I was holding up the binoculars to look around, and suddenly my eyes were white. I raised the camera and suddenly saw a huge smiling face.While I was in amazement, the telescope was snatched away by a hand.Standing in front of him was a young woman in a white shirt and white trousers.She looked at me with a smile.

Peeping around with binoculars, confiscated.She said it pretending to be serious.

you are?My mind was spinning rapidly, searching my memory, but I couldn't remember who she was.

Hmph, dare to forget even me?She pouted her mouth covered in scarlet lipstick angrily and said, I am Wang Jing.

I remembered that she was Wang Jing, and she was sitting next to me in the most luxurious hotel in Fuzhou at the banquet hosted by Fang Ting.

However, I only know that she is a pink-collar secretary, and I don't know anything about the rest of her situation.

How did you come to Wuyi Mountain?I asked.

Wang Jing said, I work in a real estate company, and this time I came to Wuyishan with the boss of the company.Then, she said the name of their company boss.

I am very familiar with that name, and almost all Fuzhou people are familiar with this name.Corresponding to that name is a flat face and a round body like a jujube stone.That distinctive face often appears on TV, and various legends about him are spread in the streets and alleys of Fuzhou. The extended Mercedes-Benz he often rides has also become a scene on the streets of Fuzhou.

I once interviewed him because of a real estate lawsuit, and I also walked into his three homes in Fuzhou City.Each of his homes is decorated magnificently.What surprised me even more was that there were three different mistresses in those three homes.Each of them is many years younger than him, and each of them is as beautiful as a fairy.

It was during the interview that I became friends with his Mercedes driver.His driver once told me proudly that their boss wins glory for Fuzhou and has two lovers in Taiwan.In Fuzhou, there are many, many Taiwanese businessmen, and quite a few of those Taiwanese businessmen take care of their lovers in Fuzhou, living a life of luxury and corruption, which fills every Fuzhou native with righteous indignation.

I've also heard a lot of rumors about the real estate boss.People said that he was a well-known gangster on the streets of Fuzhou ten years ago, who often fought and robbed women. People talked about him like talking about the blue-faced beast Yang Zhi met.He proclaimed himself the local emperor of Fuzhou, and he went to banquets every day to be the bridegroom every night. He didn't have the form of Sangong and Liuyuan, but he actually had the content of Sangong and Liuyuan.Unexpectedly, ten years later, he would turn into a successful businessman with a lot of money and spend money like water. People can often see him well-dressed with a huge belly and government officials in suits and leather shoes attending various ribbon-cutting ceremonies on TV.Satisfaction and gratitude for good policy filled his flat, ruddy face, the ribbon was cut, and together they swaggered down the steps into a new era.

In just ten years, he was able to quickly "grow" from a bad boy on the street to a giant businessman worth over [-] million yuan. There are many versions of the story about his sudden wealth in the folks.Some people say that he has an uncle who runs a multinational company in the United States, some people say that he collected guns in the underworld and accumulated the first pot of gold for others, and some people say that he inherited a large amount of inheritance in Taiwan.His life experience is a mystery, and his fortune is even more a mystery.

But no matter what, he has faded out of black now, and his whole body is plated with bright red.He made his debut on those important occasions where the spotlight was shining, playing the role of the modesty and nobility that a successful businessman should have. In the eyes of outsiders, he is a symbol of wealth and a model of success.

An economist once said that China's real estate industry is the easiest industry to get rich quickly, and it is also the most irregular industry.In him, this is truly reflected.

His name is Gou Jinming.

I asked Wang Jing, where is Gou Jinming?
Wang Jing pointed to a villa on a high mountain and said that the boss was talking with others.

I asked, why choose to be on the mountain?
Wang Jing said that it was the villa of a senior official.

Later, I learned that those villas built on the top of Wuyi Mountain are a symbol of status and identity.And those senior officials don't usually live there, and these villas are not known to outsiders.Only under unusual circumstances would senior officials secretly appear in the villa, for example, to study the latest developments in official circles, such as accepting large bribes.

But this time, Gou Jinming brought 100 million yuan to be a high-ranking official, in order to compete for a piece of real estate development in Fuzhou City.

Wang Jing and I sat on the stone table beside the street in Wuyishan, looking at the sparse and leisurely pedestrians on the street, our hearts were filled with a kind of lazy comfort.There are a few gauze-like floating clouds floating in the blue sky, and two unknown birds are flying gently under the clouds, sometimes chasing each other, sometimes flying together.The warm sun shines on our shoulders and cheeks, a long-lost happiness grows in the dark.

We were pleasantly surprised by the sudden encounters. Like old friends for many years, we have no grievances in each other's hearts.We enjoyed the tranquility and tranquility away from Fuzhou at this moment, and talked without saying a word.

We are no longer interested in talking about corruption in the officialdom and sudden wealth in the industry.This unreasonable phenomenon is happening every day in this eastern land, and we have become numb.Our conversations went deep into each other's hearts from the outside world.

Wang Jing said that she graduated from Fuzhou University with a master's degree. Although she earns a lot of money working in this real estate company, she is very unhappy.Gou Jinming recruited her not because of her ability, but because of her diploma and appearance.Therefore, on some important occasions, Gou Jinming would always bring her with him, and brag to others that this is my secretary, a postgraduate student.What Gou Jinming cared about was only his face and money, and he didn't even read the official documents she drafted, and he couldn't understand them at all.

Wang Jing said that she already had the idea of ​​leaving the real estate company, but she has not yet found a place to go.However, she believes that she will be able to find it soon.She is a graduate of literature.The literature major is a piece of dog skin plaster, you can stick it anywhere.Students who graduate from the literature major can engage in any work related to Chinese characters.

Wang Jing said that her husband used to work in Motorola's China branch, went to the US headquarters half a year ago, and came back half a year later.For her, her husband is just a weekly overseas phone call.Sometimes when she called, her husband hung up the phone in a hurry because he said he was busy.Maybe he was really in a hurry.She is very sad.They were very independent financially, and she vaguely felt that her marriage was in crisis.But she didn't know where the crisis appeared and when the crisis would break out.

In this small city far away from Fuzhou, we looked to the south and the direction of Fuzhou, talking about what happened in that city about us.In this strange city, our hearts are suddenly very close to each other.Those past pains seem to be filtered at this moment, with a little purity, a little elegance, a little melancholy, and a little sadness.

A butterfly flew over, fluttering its colorful wings, and gently landed on a rose in a flower bed by the roadside. It was a shy rose that was about to bloom.A long and clear pigeon whistle sounded in the air, and a group of white pigeons lined up and flew towards the high and clear sky like arrows.The sun is shining brightly, with a sweet aroma of overripe apples.Suddenly there was a flash in my heart, and the memories of the past flooded into my heart.My heart groaned and trembled slightly, and I thought of Mei Niang.Even though I didn't want to think of her again for such a long time, however, at this moment, I suddenly thought of my Mei Niang.

When I think of Mei Niang, my heart feels sour and astringent, like a sharp knife gently passing through my heart.For such a long time, I thought I had forgotten her. The stories between me and her, those stories full of sadness and helplessness, have been gently closed, like closing the pages of a book, and will never be opened again.However, I didn't expect that in Wuyi Mountain, far away from Fuzhou, I would suddenly think of her like this.

I said, I had an unforgettable love in Fuzhou, and her name was Mei Niang.

I talked about my story with Mei Niang.For such a long time, I have never told anyone about the heart-wrenching past between me and Meiniang.But today, I suddenly told Wang Jing.Perhaps it is the common educational background that allows us to have a common language.As I was talking, tears suddenly flowed down, and suddenly I couldn't cry.At that moment, I realized that Meiniang had never left my heart.No one can replace Mei Niang, no one.

Wang Jing said, will Mei Niang come back again?Will you go back to Fuzhou again?

I said, don't know, maybe I'll never see her again.

Wang Jing said, I have a hunch that you will meet again.

I shake my head.I said, she has already become a monk, she travels all over the world, I can't find her.

However, at that time, I didn't expect that one day after that, Meiniang would really suddenly appear in front of me, and I fainted all of a sudden.

At that time, Ah Qing and I were in love.

The woman's hunch is really accurate.

I never knew who the owner of the villa built on the top of Wuyi Mountain was. I only knew that he was a high-ranking official, and even Wang Jing didn't know his mysterious identity.But there is no doubt that he has a lot of power.

Wang Jing said that she and Gou Jinming drove outside the villa, but two tall bodyguards stopped her and only let Gou Jinming in.The three-storey villa looks unremarkable, it looks very ordinary.The villa is surrounded by walls, and the yard is full of various flowers.Once, she overheard Gou Jinming mentioning that there was a woman living in that villa, and that woman had participated in China's most famous New Silk Road Model Grand Prix.When the woman was bored, she went to work in a bank down the mountain, and most of the time, the woman stayed in the villa without going out.

Wang Jing said that Gou Jinming, who was born as a hooligan, was in awe of that mysterious high-ranking official.Because everything he has today is given to him by the policy tilt of senior officials.Gou Jinming was open-minded, but he never revealed the identity and name of this mysterious high-ranking official.

Professional sensitivity tells me that this is a good clue.But I am soberly aware that I am just a small reporter. In the face of strong corruption and power, I am no different from those migrant workers who are running around on the streets. Our lives are as cheap as ants.

I don't have the courage and strength to uncover the filth and shamelessness covered by that villa.

We were talking when Wang Jing's phone rang suddenly.She said that Gou Jinming was looking for her and she was leaving.

We agreed to keep in touch frequently after returning to Fuzhou.

I returned to Fuzhou the next day.

The Wuyi Square in the city center is still a place I often go to. That place has left many footprints of me and Meiniang together. Every tree, every stone, and every piece of grass there has Meiniang’s memory. imprint.It was also there that Meiniang and I met Alian for the first time.Still there, I saw Jing Rong being bullied by the city management.

People from the three religions and nine streams of Fuzhou gather there, and all kinds of people can relax and vent the most thoroughly here.There is a lot of people there, day and night.

That evening I came to Wuyi Square again, and suddenly I saw an old man standing in front of the huge statue of Chairman Mao, wearing a washed-out Chinese tunic suit, standing solemnly.Then he bowed three times to the statue, chanting words——

The masses of the people took to the streets, and the statue of the chairman came down to gather.

Thousands of words welled up in my heart, and tears flowed down my face.

What to do with the chairman?How should we go in the future?
People surrounded him with a huff, all curious to see the old man's weird performance.The old man looked serious, and continued to shout as if no one was there——

Violent taxation harms farmers and reappears bandits and bullies.

Farmers fought with you, but now they are oppressed.

Both inside and outside are working together to reform the system, and the factory director has become a capitalist.

When the state-owned enterprises were brought down, the bad guys were happy.

You said that the workers are the masters, and now they have to suffer a second time.

Diversion, restructuring and buyout will strangle the workers to death.

The industrialization of this and that forces the people to spend their money.

The stock market set up a money ring, and lost everything.

After decades of hard work, the people's lives have become impoverished.

The spread of corruption cannot be controlled, and the more corrupt officials are arrested, the bigger they become.

The income and property are not disclosed, and the masses will ask why.

Seeing the public servant forget about human beings, he liberated himself first.

Corrupt officials speak the law, and illegal property is legal.

The annual salary of the factory director is hundreds of thousands, does the state-owned enterprise rely on him?

Playing around with no conscience, making a profit at the expense of the public.

If I had known such a big gap, no one would revolutionize the world.

The crowd suddenly fell silent, no one was laughing frivolously, and no one was making any noise.I saw tears streaming from the corners of the old man's eyes, he didn't realize it, and bowed three times to the statue of Chairman Mao.

There was a response from the crowd.A black man with five big and three rough said, this society is so unfair.Prostitutes lived in hotels, gangsters became rich, and officials shortened their dicks.

Another gray-haired old man said, I have lived such a long life, and I have never seen such a thing in the world.How much salary does an official get in January, why should he sit in a good car and live in a luxury house.When I started the revolution with the party, I didn’t mention the hard work and simplicity and serving the people back then.

The old man in the tunic suit reached into his underwear pocket, took out a plastic bag, opened it, and inside were various certificates and medals.The old man told the onlookers that he had served in the New Fourth Army, the Eighth Route Army, and participated in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, and now he still has shrapnel from Japanese planes on his leg.After returning to China, he responded to the call of the motherland and participated in the revolutionary construction of his hometown.He didn't expect that in his later years, he would live on the streets without food and clothing.

The old man said that he believes that the party believes in the country, he believes that the government wants the people to live a happy life, and that all national policies are beneficial to the people.However, the bad ones are the corrupt officials below, the crooked monks chanting scriptures indiscriminately.If corrupt officials are not eradicated, there is no hope of rejuvenating the country.

I was deeply touched when I heard the old man's words.

It was at that moment that I had the idea of ​​going to Wuyishan to expose that senior official.

A week later, I came to Wuyi Mountain again.

I dressed up as an electrician.I bought a set of work clothes made of denim at the labor insurance store at the foot of the mountain. A series of professional tools such as screwdrivers, needle-nose pliers, test pens, etc. hung on the belt around my waist.I came to the villa of the mysterious senior official.

It was noon at that time, and I lay down in the grass outside the wall, and saw a bodyguard sitting in a small room inside the wall, with his limbs stretched out and his head tilted, drowsy.Suddenly the phone rang quickly, and the bodyguard stood up and faced the wall to answer the call.Seeing that there was no one else around, I hurriedly jumped up from the grass, walked lightly and quickly through the wall, and walked towards the villa.

(End of this chapter)