i'm really rich

Chapter 130 Where did the money come from? (two more)

The rain is getting heavier.

He Yuan knelt on the ground, his clothes were already wet.

After he finished nagging, he straightened his body and kowtowed three times in front of the tombstone.

After nibbling his head, He Yuan took out the talisman paper and lit it in front of the tombstone.

The black ashes of the burnt talisman flew into the sky along with the heat.

He Yuan opened the bottle of white wine again, and sprinkled it back and forth in front of the tombstone.

In my memory, my mother drank some liquor occasionally, not much, just a little bit every time.

After finishing all this, He Yuan stood up from the ground and began to pack his things.

"Mom, I'm going back, and I'll see you next time."

After saying this, He Yuan left the cemetery with a somewhat tired pace.

Coming out of the cemetery, He Yuan tightened his clothes and felt a little chilly.

The temperature in winter was already very low, and He Yuan was drenched in the rain again, so he probably caught a cold.

After driving home quickly, He Yuan took a shower and changed into pajamas.

Even so, He Yuan still sneezed several times and his nose was a bit blocked.

Mostly a cold.

When people are sick, they like to hide at home.

Looking at the air in a daze, I don't want to do anything.

Tang Duoduo came over a bit.

Holding a small umbrella and twisting a plastic bag in her hand, she opened the door and entered.

As soon as he entered the yard, he saw He Yuan wearing that bloated pajamas, sitting on the rocking chair in front of the door, holding a thermos cup in his hand, shaking on the chair, just like a 80-[-]-year-old old man uncle.

"Why are you here."

Tang Duoduo was taken aback, and became a person in such a silent manner, she thought she saw a ghost suddenly.

He Yuan was in a daze, but when he heard Tang Duoduo's voice, he came back to his senses, took a sip from his teacup, and said hoarsely, "You're here."

Tang Duoduo arrived under the eaves and put away the umbrella.She glanced at He Yuan's laziness, reached out her hand to touch his forehead, and frowned: "Why do you have a cold again?"

"Have you caught a cold? It's okay, I'm used to it." He Yuan waved his hand indifferently.

His health was not very good, and he would get a little sick every few days.

Especially when the seasons change, I catch a cold once a week and last for a week.

After all, it's not going to get better.

"Don't sit here, it's windy and cold. Go inside, I'll make you some medicine." Tang Duoduo took He Yuan's hand and was about to pull him up.

"It's okay, let me sit for a while, the room is too stuffy." He Yuan shook his head.

"Then I'll get you a blanket." Tang Duoduo saw that he couldn't drag it far, so he could only enter the room, and came out with a blanket.

Covering He Yuan with a blanket, he carefully exposed his hands and hugged the warm thermos.

Seen from a distance, He Yuan looks like an old man who is over ninety years old, unable to move his hands and feet, and dying.

The little one was sleeping in the house.

This day, even a cat knows what cold is.

After hearing the movement, the little guy got up from the nest, shook his body, and walked to Tang Duoduo with catwalks.It circled around Tang Duoduo, let out a "meow" from time to time, stretched out its neck and rubbed against her leg.

"It really likes you." He Yuan took a look and said.

Although the little guy is still young, he already has the characteristics of a cat owner.

Except for He Yuan, it rarely gets close to others.When Pengpeng's colleagues came over, they wanted to hug it, but they all avoided it in disgust.

Tang Duoduo glanced at the little guy with complicated eyes.

She hesitated for a moment, then reached out and stroked its head.

The little guy fell to the ground and turned over, revealing his soft belly with a flattering expression.

Seeing its dog-legged face, He Yuan said angrily and amusedly, "Slippery."

Tang Duoduo got up, twisted the plastic bag in his hand, and said, "I'm going to cook."

"By the way, you didn't go to school today?" He Yuan stopped her.

"No." Tang Duoduo entered the kitchen and responded casually while taking out the dishes.

"Go to school tomorrow, make up your lessons, and call me if you have any questions."

"Oh." Tang Duoduo responded.

After saying this, there was a sudden silence between the two of them.

Sometimes people get along with each other in such a situation.

Let's talk, I don't know what to say, it's embarrassing.Don't talk, the atmosphere is a little silent and awkward.

Like Pengpeng and Tian Rui, even if they don't speak and play their own way, there are not many people around who don't feel cold.

So He Yuan hates meeting strangers.

"By the way, what do you think of being an art student?" He Yuan said.

He Yuan knew a little about Tang Duoduo's situation.

To say that she has poor grades is already a compliment—she has no grades at all.

Even if she was given a better high school, it would be difficult for her to keep up with the progress of the school with her background.

High school is different from junior high school. High school is exposed to more and more profound things.

In addition, good schools are very competitive. When He Yuan was in No. [-] Middle School, there were various tests and exams every day, as well as midterm exams and final exams. Each exam had a ranking, which had to be posted on the school newspaper , show it to all students.

Not to mention doing well in the exam, that is tantamount to glory.

Those who don't do well in the exam will be in pain, it's like torture.

He Yuan used to have a few students with the lowest grades in his class. Every time when the grades were announced, they had to walk around the newspaper column, for fear of seeing their names at the end.

"Art students, I don't have any ideas." Tang Duoduo started to wash the vegetables.

In winter, the water is icy, freezing cold.

Tang Duoduo tried the temperature of the water, feeling unbearable, so she put on plastic gloves.

But even through the gloves, the water temperature was still very low, and He Yuan saw that her fingers were turning red from the cold.

"Let's turn on the hot water, there is natural gas." He Yuan raised his mouth next to him.

He sat on the chair, his body was limp, and he didn't want to move.

"Forget it, the hot water will soften the vegetable leaves." Tang Duoduo shook his head.

He Yuan shrugged and didn't continue the topic: "Don't you want to be an anchor, learn to be an anchor, and you can follow the path of an anchor in the future."

"Anchor? Isn't the live broadcast already cold now? What's the future of being an anchor?" Tang Duoduo shook her head.

"It's true that the market is not very good recently, but since the industry has grown up, there are always a few who can stand out." He Yuan touched his chin.

The recent turmoil of layoffs by major companies has spread to various industries.

From the layoffs of Meituan, to the layoffs of Foxconn, to the bankruptcy of the live broadcast platform due to wage arrears.

Successive incidents have shaken all industries.

He Yuan's circle of friends also became a commotion. Almost every day, he could get all kinds of news, all kinds of reposts, all events, comments, and analysis, all sending a message to everyone——Bitter is really coming.

He Yuan even saw a few bigwigs in the industry who seldom speak, and made an exception to write a few manuscripts, such as "How to deal with the Internet crisis", "Opportunities under the cold winter", "How to survive the cold winter of the Internet", etc. And other similar titles have attracted everyone's frantic forwarding.

The originally impetuous circle suddenly seemed to have been poured with cold water, and everyone became quiet, and everyone felt insecure.

Even job hopping is much less.

In the industry group that He Yuanjia originally joined, more than a dozen companies forwarded their recruitment every day, and some companies hadn't even recruited people for two or three months, including NetEase, Ali and other big companies.

Especially for those big companies, if you give an outsourced job, they will not be willing to go there, and they will not be able to recruit after a few months or even half a year. There are many people.

But now there is no sound at all.

Occasionally throw out a few recruitment notices, and the conditions given are also very low.

In the past, the starting price was [-] and [-], but now it has been reduced to [-] or [-].

Even so, the jobs will soon be gone.

Just like Pengpeng said, in the past, headhunters looked for them, and companies poached them.

Now it's how to keep your job and avoid being kicked out in the cold winter.

Even for Ran Ran, who has a high degree of education and very good qualifications, and has worked in two big companies for so many years, it can be said that all barriers to entry are unimpeded, and he can be regarded as a backbone elite in any company he goes to. Now I dare not jump ship at will.

Not having a job for a few months is still a small matter, but if the mortgage and car loan are cut off, it will be a big problem.

But these have nothing to do with He Yuan.

He had predicted this problem a year or two ago.

Just like what he thought before, it wasn't that the cold winter came too violently or too fast.

It's that everyone has had a good time for too long.

Take the salary as an example. When He Yuan was in college, that is, seven or eight years ago, his father's salary was only two to three thousand a month.At that time, the income of the people around was generally the same. If it exceeded [-], it could be regarded as a high salary.

At that time, the house price in my hometown was only two to three thousand, and the house price in Chengdu was six to seven thousand. If you save for a few years, you can pay a down payment.

So at that time, everyone was not too worried about buying a house. Occasionally, there were a few people who were worried, and they were just thinking about whether to pay in full or pay in installments.

But most people are willing to pay the full amount. After all, most of the Chinese people in those years were relatively simple, and felt that the risk of buying a house with a loan was too high, and it was too bad-if they had to pay hundreds of thousands more, they could not earn it after working hard for several years to this number.

As a result, housing prices have skyrocketed over the past few years, and the vast majority of people don’t expect to buy a house with full payment. Being able to afford the down payment is already exhausting six wallets.Of course, as prices have risen, so have wages.

When He Yuan started working officially, it was about one or three years ago. He was the vice president of his first company.The salary of the boss is only [-], and he can already be regarded as a figure in the industry.

As a result, only three years have passed, and He Yuan's own salary has jumped to [-] before tax, not counting equity and bonuses.

The maximum salary has more than doubled.

Followed by all kinds of novel industry blowouts, such as self-media, game competitions, live broadcasts, purchasing agents, internet celebrities... Almost all of them start with an annual salary of tens of millions.

It seems that these days, your annual income is less than [-] million, and you are like a dick.

When everyone was in a carnival, He Yuan had been thinking about a problem.

Can these industries really earn so much money?
If not, where did the money... come from?
(End of this chapter)