Life in a quiet village in Xianshan

The rain stopped and Gu Siwei returned home, feeling a little bad.

When everyone came back, Gu Siwei adjusted his mood.

The following days are still like this, but the folks in Zhuangzi now have another way to make a living. Yes, that is to work in the quarry, which is what Yang Chuanwu said for 50 cents a day. For two meals, only the young and strong will be served. The elderly, those with weak physical strength, as well as women and children will not be served.

It's not protection, but the quarry can only afford this amount of money. If the field wants to produce, it naturally needs to be young and strong. Women and children can't do this work.

From the fact that so many people went to the quarry, Gu Siwei could clearly feel that the sound of cannons blasting rocks and tearing open mountains was becoming more and more intensive.

Even when the weather was cold enough to snow, the sound of cannons in the quarry never stopped.

Gu Siwei has gradually become accustomed to it. Not only Gu Siwei, but also the villagers in Zhuangzi have gradually become accustomed to listening to the sound of cannons in the quarry.

Even the chickens raised at home have become accustomed to it. Now they lay eggs when it is time to lay eggs, and they cuddle up when it is time to cuddle up. There is no delay at all.

But Gu Siwei couldn't stay here anymore. Even though it was snowing all over the mountains in December, he still had to leave for Hong Kong, because it was time to close the net in Gu Siwei's biggest adventure so far.

A person as cool as Gu Siwei naturally has to squat, making money while receiving envious looks from others.

After picking up the car and arriving at the station, Gu Siwei came to a deserted place and took out his Happiness 250 motorcycle from the space. He lifted it up, squeezed the clutch and put it into gear, and twisted the accelerator to make a whining roar. , the motorcycle suddenly jumped out.

Gu Siwei was humming a tune, wearing a blue hat, the most fashionable leather jacket on his upper body, thick green military trousers on his lower body, a pair of black lace-up leather shoes on his feet, and a military shoulder bag hanging crookedly on his body. The military shoulder reads: Serve the people.

With a rumble, Gu Siwei arrived at the first checkpoint.

"Hey, Lao Chen!"

Gu Siwei greeted the people at the checkpoint.

Seeing that everyone here was stunned, Gu Siwei bent down and took out a cigarette from the back of his motorcycle, and said to them: "What are you doing standing still? Where are you, Old Chen?"

"Ouch, who am I to say?"

At this time, a man came to the iron horse guardrail of the checkpoint with his belt tied on. He said to a group of militiamen who were standing stupidly: "What are you doing standing there in a daze? Move the horses away, one by one." So expressionless?"

After speaking, he said to Gu Siwei: "They are all new here. I don't know you. By the way, why haven't you been here for a long time?"

Gu Siwei put the cigarette in his hand into his arms. It was not an expensive cigarette, but a cheap cigarette on the market. For Gu Siwei, it was not even a hair.

"The workers here also know about it. I am here today, but I might go to Hujian tomorrow. What about you, why are you all new faces now?"

Only then did Gu Siwei realize that all the familiar faces were gone and replaced by new ones.

After pushing him twice, Lao Chen who came over unceremoniously put his cigarette under his arm and explained to Gu Siwei: "They have all gone home. The superiors think they are not good at their work."

After speaking, he lowered his voice and said to Gu Siwei: "I heard that just on the third day of last month, this number of people walked by."

After finishing his words, he made a three sign towards Gu Siwei, which meant that three thousand people walked to Hong Kong City that night.

"so much?"

Gu Siwei was really a little surprised. This did not mean the entire coastline, but that three thousand people passed by at one point in one night. This was really scary.

"Who knows if it's true or not, but that's what I heard."

"Have you been promoted?" Gu Siwei said with a smile at him.

"What kind of official promotion? I'm just dawdling around."

This person obviously didn't think so, and he looked proud when he spoke.

Gu Siwei didn't talk to him anymore. Seeing that the iron horse guardrail was pulled open, he gently turned the accelerator: "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first. I'll meet you for a drink when I come back."

"Okay, okay, don't forget it then."

This person waved his hand and watched Gu Siwei leave. Waiting for Gu Siwei to disappear, this person took out the cigarettes under his arm and distributed one pack to everyone present. He himself took the remaining four or five packs. He carried it back to the small sentry shed not far away.

In a similar way, Gu Siwei passed several checkpoints. When Gu Siwei passed the last checkpoint, it was already dark.

This time Gu Siwei did not pick up the people here because he already understood that now Runxiang Hong Kong City can be said to have organized and disciplined behavior. Although Gu Siwei did not know how Zhao Sanle did it, he He has no interest in asking. What he wants now is for more people to come to Hong Kong City, lest some Vietnamese and some young people arrive in Hong Kong City and feel that this is their own place.

The British were very good at mixing sand. A few decades later, there were still many people who supported the troubles, and a large part of them were these things.

Now the British have started to do this, but it has not yet reached a large scale, so Gu Siwei asked Zhao Sanle to get as many people as possible.

This is our place, how can we allow outsiders to stir up trouble?

After careful observation, Gu Siwei discovered that this guy Zhao Sanle really learned something very quickly. The essence of Da Fei on his side was directly learned by this kid. Good guy, once it gets dark, you can hear it on the water from time to time. Whining engine sound.

After praising the boy in his heart, Gu Siwei went directly back to the hut, rested for a night, and waited for Pan Baofeng to send him back to his big villa the next day.

Gu Siwei had just arrived home and hadn't even sat down yet. Sister Qin had just served fried dough sticks and soy milk when Yu Wei appeared.

Gu Siwei was stunned as he looked at his face which was now rounder than before.

"How did you know I was back?"

Yu Wei laughed and said, "Guess!"

As he spoke, Yu Wei sat down with a flourish. When Sister Qin saw him, she also gave him a bowl of soy milk and two fried dough sticks.

After Yu Wei said thank you, he picked up the fried dough sticks with chopsticks and dipped them into the soy milk.

"How can I guess?" Gu Siwei shook his head.

Yu Wei smiled and said: "It's very simple. I bought a house in the middle of the mountain, and you can see the road coming up from there. So as soon as your car passed by today, my family saw it and informed me that it was There was someone in the car, so I knew it was you who was back."

"..." Gu Siwei suddenly felt a little speechless. He really didn't expect that things would be so simple.

"A house in the middle of the mountain? It cost you a lot of money," Gu Siwei noticed. Yu Wei said that he bought a house in the middle of the mountain.

Yu Wei said: "It has dropped a lot, and I have gotten a bargain here. But now, no matter how big the bargain is, I have never gotten away from you. The price of oil now is one price a day."

At this time, everyone knew that the price of oil was going to rise, because just in October, the Arab oil-producing countries in the Gulf united to give the Americans a blow. The first was to increase the price by 17%, and the second was to cut production. , and the third is to stop supplying oil to Americans.

These three moves are so cruel that the old American who originally took advantage was suddenly confused.

Many people now believe that this is the biggest harm that the oil guys in the Gulf have done to the Americans, but Gu Siwei knows that the worst is coming soon, and just two days later, these oil guys will announce that they will The oil pricing power was restored, and the original oil price of 3 US dollars was directly leveraged to more than 11 yuan.

"Where are we now? The big head hasn't arrived yet," Gu Siwei said.

Yu Wei was surprised and said: "There is more?"

"If someone breaks into your house and sleeps with your wife, and it doesn't work once, I have to tell you that I will keep your wife, so you don't have to go to any lengths to do it," Gu Siwei said with a smile.

Yu Wei laughed loudly after hearing this: "You are just giving me nonsense."

Does Yu Wei believe it? To be honest, he didn't believe it at all. Who was the oil man facing? In the United States, the oil guys have always been America's little followers. How can a little follower do something to kill a big guy? Besides, no matter how you look at the United States, it doesn't look like it can be killed.

Gu Siwei didn't argue with him. Of course, he actually didn't say anything. He just said: "I believe oil will still rise. What can we do with these few dollars now?"

"How dare you say that you have already made a lot of money out of these few dollars, okay?" Yu Wei said.

This time, Gu Siwei had a miscellaneous amount of money in his hands, including about two and a half lots. Some of it was borrowed from Nanzhou Commercial Bank, and some of it was borrowed by Gu Siwei from a British foreign bank as a mortgage with his own assets. Some of the money that came was gray income, which was the money of Chinese people in the United States. Gu Siwei made a time lag.

In short, as long as Gu Siwei could spare any money, he took it out and threw it on what others regarded as a huge gamble.

When the oil guys came up with three policies in October, Gu Siwei actually won, but Gu Siwei still stood still. Since everything was right in October, there is no reason why things will be wrong in the following days, so Gu Siwei is waiting here. This is the last and most fatal move of the oil guys, which directly stabs all Western countries in the waist.

"Do you regret not following me?" Gu Siwei asked with a smile.

Yu Wei shook his head: "I don't have such a fate. I'm older and can't compare to you young people who are so angry and risk their lives as soon as they come up. My heart is not happy and I can't afford it!"

Gu Siwei smiled after hearing this: "Then what are you doing here?"

Yu Wei stretched out his hand: "Give me money!"

Gu Siwei slapped his hand away and said with a smile: "Who owes you money!"

"Are you still trying to hang on to the money from "American Graffiti"? Let me tell you, our old friend is running a small business...hehe!"

As he spoke, Yu Weile made a sound.

Gu Siwei knew why this guy was so happy to speak out, because "American Style Painting" made a lot of money!

Let's put it this way, as a serious person, Ku Siwei doesn't know how much this film sold in his previous life, but now this film has sold 120 million US dollars in the United States alone. Not only that, the global revenue has been a little bit Five hundred million US dollars is really crazy money.

From this movie, Laoyou Film Company received nearly 8 million U.S. dollars in dividends. 8 million U.S. dollars. In Wei's own words, even if he made movies in Hong Kong for ten years, he would not be able to make back the money for this one. .