Trisolarans: Trisolarans with the hard steel of the earth

Blue Star Technology.

It has been more than two months since the release of Bluestar OS.

Home appliances and other commodities under the Blue Star brand have also been on sale for a month.

A lot of people have gotten their hands on it and have been using it for quite some time.

Those suspicions and distrusts from earlier also gradually disappeared with the passage of time.

Bluestar Technology's products have almost equated with the future.

Given the choice, hardly anyone would buy an "old" appliance model again.

All the similar competing products on the market also had to cut prices crazily, using price wars to make up the gap with Bluestar Creation.

However, even with the huge price cuts in the current market, there are still some people who cannot enjoy the convenience brought by technology for various reasons.

Yang Zhanfeng is one of these people.

After carrying cement on the construction site for a day, he finally took a crumpled banknote from the stingy hand of the contractor.

Before leaving, I heard the contractor's disdainful tone:

"For a useless person, being a mother is not as good as others for three hours a day."

Without stopping at all, Yang Zhanfeng took the banknotes and limped on his tattered bicycle.

This car is ringing everywhere except the bell.

The empty right sleeve flapped in the night wind.

Yes, he only has one hand.

The battle to defend his home and country took away his comrades and an arm.

He hummed a majestic melody and was in a good mood.

When he arrived at the canteen in front of his house, he said loudly, "Here's a bottle of Burning Knife!"

"Old Yang, are you still drinking? I'm not afraid that if you drink to death one day, no one will collect your body."

The owner of the canteen flung over a bottle of Sanbai feebly.

"Haha, that's it." Yang Zhanfeng laughed, not being disobedient, took the change, turned around and left.

"Who is this? Your friend?"

"Hey, a big soldier, his arm was blown up on the battlefield, and the mother-in-law ran away with her pension, poor ghost."

Yang Zhanfeng's hand holding the glass bottle showed his thick joints palely, and then he relaxed.

Still limping, he walked into the Tongzilou.

He has been penniless for a long time, and this house can only be afforded by the monthly subsidy from his old comrades-in-arms.

This is also the bottom line for him, who is hard-hearted, to accept assistance.

Borrowing the free street lights, he looked at the door of his house from afar.

Maybe I can soak my feet when I go back today... He thought so.

No, forget it, the old wound hurts deeply when it gets wet.

He was thinking about meaningless things in vain.

Suddenly, he found a familiar figure standing tall and straight like a pine tree at the door of the house a few meters away.

"...Old, Old Zhang?!"

Yang Zhanfeng's heart, which was calm even when he was scolded behind his back, was finally touched.

He hurriedly lowered his head, straightened his old white and worn clothes, fiddled with the hem and neckline nervously, straightened his dusty white temples, and tried to straighten his bent waist.

"Zhanfeng..."

The visitor walked up to him, looked at his empty cuffs, and there were waves in his eyes.

No matter how many times he sees Yang Zhanfeng, Lao Zhang will sigh endlessly.

What made this tough man look like a haggard old man at the age of 50?

"Look at you, why don't you call me when you come here!" Yang Zhanfeng was overjoyed, and hurriedly dragged him into the room:

"It's been a long time since I saw you!"

He wanted to slap his old comrade-in-arms on the chest, but Yang Zhanfeng's eyes fell on his neat and clean Chinese tunic suit, and he looked at his hand covered with dust and dirt, but he still didn't reach out.

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Seeing the complex and cautious gaze in the eyes of his old comrades-in-arms, Lao Zhang felt a burst of sadness, which was overwhelmed by the joy of reunion.

He hugged Yang Zhanfeng's arm and laughed:

"Zhanfeng, you boy are polite to me!"

Yang Zhanfeng was taken aback for a moment, but also laughed.

A life-threatening friendship is closer than a biological brother and harder than iron.

Who cares about the little things like getting dirty hands?

"Come, come! Good time! Come in with me and have a drink!"

After entering the iron gate, Yang Zhanfeng turned on the light cord (a kind of light switch that was more common in the past few years), and suddenly, the not-so-spacious hut was covered by dim lights.

Although the home is small, it looks very empty.

"Hey, Zhang, haven't seen you in months? Where have you been spending your time?"

Yang Zhanfeng was joking, and the two of them took two foreign porcelain bowls and a handful of peanuts, and began to drink while sitting on a small stool.

"Going abroad."

Yang Zhanfeng poured it up for him: "Good guy! You've drank too much foreign horse urine, can you still get used to my bowl of Sanbai that costs a few dollars?"

"I'll fuck you!" Lao Zhang scolded with a smile: "Tama almost lost his life, eating sand all day long, do you think I'll enjoy it?"

"Isn't it?"

Yang Zhanfeng chewed peanuts with relish: "I heard you say that the company you work for is not very good? What is it called... Lin's?"

"Out of the field, there is no way."

Lao Zhang shook his head: "And I stopped working at Lin's recently, and switched to Bluestar Technology."

"Blue Star Technology?" Yang Zhanfeng chewed on the strange name.

"You haven't seen it yet? Recently, Bluestar Technology has become a household name, and it's even been on TV."

Lao Zhang didn't bother to chatter, and chatted with him about Bluestar Technology.

"Hey, we don't understand high technology." Yang Zhanfeng sighed, and took a sip of hot shochu:

"We haven't touched any computer in our life."

"But I hear what you mean. Isn't Bluestar Technology a high-tech company? Why are you still going to a foreign desert? You almost died?"

"You have to listen to me carefully."

The dim light flickered on and off, causing the phototaxis insects to approach and move away.

Lao Zhang Xixi and Yang Zhanfeng talked about the hard days and dangerous moments during the time abroad.

Even though he didn't have any talent for storytelling, Yang Zhanfeng still breathed heavily, and kept pouring liquor down his throat.

"That is to say, your company is building an elevator that can send people to the sky?!"

Yang Zhanfeng didn't understand technology, he only extracted this element from it.

"How thick is that concrete? It's so high, won't it collapse when the wind blows?"

"No concrete, what kind of nanomaterials are used, which are much more advanced than concrete! It won't collapse."

Yang Zhanfeng half-understands, doubts.

"Hey, you're still as fierce as you were then, and I'm still not as good as you."

He sighed: "If I could have pushed that grenade a little farther back then... maybe the squad leader wouldn't have..."

As he was talking, Yang Zhanfeng was stunned, and punished himself with a drink: "What the hell did I say about this frustrating thing! I'm happy today, come, come, Lao Zhang, if you don't get drunk, you won't go home!"

"Zhanfeng, stop drinking."

Lao Zhang persuaded the one-armed man who wanted to continue drinking, looked at his blushing face and said:

"I'm not here today to drink with you."

"What's that for?"

Yang Zhanfeng put down the wine bottle.

"Zhanfeng, come with me." Lao Zhang patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go to Blue Star Technology together."

"I'm not going!"

Yang Zhanfeng snorted and said, "I knew you didn't hold your fart when you came here, did you give me alms? I can support myself, so I don't need you to pity me."

"Yang Zhanfeng!"

Lao Zhang stood up and said, "Where the hell is your lofty ambition back then! We agreed to dig trenches for the rest of our lives! Fight devils for the rest of our lives! You're a fucking son of a bitch now!"

"fart!"

Yang Zhanfeng slapped the table, stood up and shouted angrily, "I'm your father!"

"Then why don't you come!?"

"What the hell, if I have arms..."

Yang Zhanfeng stopped, and suddenly sat down on the sofa in desperation: "If I were back then, I wouldn't be afraid if you asked me to blow up rockets."

"But it can't work now. I can't even go forward. I can't even hold an iron spoon with one arm, let alone a gun."

"Coward!"

Old Zhang said disdainfully, "Then if your arms grow back, will you come?"