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Since the reform and opening up, insufficient conditions and lack of experience for the implementation of new policies have "accomplished" the accumulation of primitive capital in Fujian and Guangdong provinces. Maritime "trade" under preferential treatment measures.

Thinking about the sea, he does not have the crazy longing for the sea like ordinary inland people. He has lived in this small town for four years. From his home to the beach, he rides a bicycle slowly, and it takes only 10 minutes at most.

He has come to the beach to join the morning swimming army countless times at sunrise, swam with those elders who are familiar with the water all the way to the small island opposite the inland sea, and followed Shen Yun countless times at sunset. Together, Jia greeted the fishing boats honking their whistles and picked and picked from baskets of freshly landed seafood.

He knows what the sea means to the people of this city.

The sea can not only bring fresh seafood to people's livelihood, but also has countless interests.

It was only a year to set off fireworks on the beach and watch the sunrise to welcome the new millennium. The ivory tower is a treasured place where time resides. The tower is peaceful and stable. What passes by is their wanton youthful time, shallow and childish, with every bit of frustration It can be magnified into a sky-shattering hardship. The sorrow is the sorrow that is forcefully expressed to write new words. Losing the game feels dignified; advent……

Separated by a wall, there was a bloodbath.

In the past Mid-Autumn Festival night, he thought that seeing Chen Wentong at home was enough to bother him, but he didn't know that the world outside was already ups and downs.

The tax fraud case that shocked the whole country and the large-scale smuggling and arbitrage are all the foreshadowing of the city's future decline.

This small seaside town with high mountains and far away rivers does not have much foundation to withstand Tianwei's wrath.

——Thinking about whether to understand these things.

In fact, he didn't understand anything at all.

Tax fraud, smuggling, and foreign exchange fraud, at least two of the three words he has never heard of.

But now he has to understand, because his father was involved in the case.

Wei Xihuai was right. The entire city of Tuo had been pre-shocked again and again during the year. At the beginning, it was just a solitary official offering sacrifices, until at the end of July, a fire in a hotel in Ya Nei shocked both sides of the Taiwan Strait. It turns out that after Operation Thunder, countless officials and cadres were sacked...

At the end of July—

While wanting to stretch out his hand, he looked at the forearm that had become stronger due to continuous exercise.

At the end of July, his father used him as an excuse to exercise and sent him to the army for military training. When he finished his training at the end of August, the local news media had already been suppressed. He was not interested in liberal arts and current affairs. I will think of going to take the initiative to read old news and newspapers.Bian Zhenhua never mentioned these things at home, Shen Yunjia only dealt with internal matters, and occasionally he would sound a little bit corner-by-side in the mouths of outsiders.

He perfectly played the naive second-generation official who doesn't know much about the world.

The most famous word in the Ushio area is "Jiaojiren", which means one's own people. From this word alone, we can see the unreasonable xenophobia in this land, which is built up due to geographical and blood ties. China's local internal interest groups, no matter how hard each other is on weekdays, are always amazingly cohesive in the face of outsiders.

The Bian family is an outsider, and Bian Zhenhua has been the endorsement of "outsiders" since he stepped into the officialdom of Ducheng, but he is not an "outsider" in the traditional sense, because behind him stands the Chen family of Guangdong Province. .

He is the son-in-law of the Chen family. Although there is a faint tendency to leave the Chen family due to the death of Miss Chen and marrying a new wife, there is another person beside him who thinks—that is the grandson of the second elder of the Chen family.

The two elders of the Chen family have a solid foundation in the military and political circles. No matter how talented Bian Zhenhua is, he is still lonely. He is a poor child who was killed from the countryside. Even the development of the Chen family cannot avoid the shade of the Chen family.

If Bian Zhenhua's political career is not supported, he will stop at a certain height like most people-this is not what he is satisfied with.

So he moved his family to the south, gave up the backwater business, and took advantage of the momentum of the Chen family to blaze a new trail.

Bian Zhenhua had no choice but to turn his salary into fire, step by step to integrate the original foundation of the Chen family, and to clean up the mess for Chen Wentong time and time again without saying a word, so that everyone could witness his sincerity.Although it took more time and energy than imagined, at least I got a foothold here and took root.

If it wasn't for this accident, no one could stop his father's promotion momentum...

However, the promotion became a dream after all.

At midnight, the bars and clubs in the [-]th District are ready to usher in the first wave of climax. The restaurant stalls that are engaged in the supper business for alcoholic customers are deserted. Stalls such as rice rolls, porridge, and noodles Scattered along the street, yellow incandescent light bulbs flicker on and off due to unstable voltage.The stall owner and his buddies took out the Kung Fu tea set and brewed tea around them against the cold wind. Even on the side of the road where the ditch was flowing, they could still put out "Guan Gong patrolling the city" and "Han Xin ordering soldiers" In the same posture, he drank the small cup of tea soup that was so small that he drank it in one sip before he tasted it.

While thinking that they can’t understand the local people’s obsession with Kung Fu tea, drinking tea soup that can’t quench their thirst at all is not enjoyable at all, and it takes a lot of unimaginable refinement—but that’s how it is in this place, they can You can live without meat for a day, but you can’t live without tea for a day. Even when you do business, you have to visit customers after a round of tea.

When the sky was drizzling, several stalls unhurriedly pulled up the bamboo poles to prop up the red, white and blue canopy. Not far away, the advertising lights of the bar suddenly flashed with blurred colors, and the ground gradually accumulated water. The lights alternately alternate between virtual and real, which makes the eyes hurt.

Moisture rolls in the rain and wets the cigarette, and the cold mist and smoke rings from the mouth and nose blend into a heavy white. I want to collect the old newspapers and gently put them on the temporary tea table behind the sausage roll booth. greasy desktop.

The newspaper was barely suppressed by the teacup, and the wind blew around the corner, and the corner turned up with a huff, revealing the vague words "Big Fire at the Yingbin Hotel".

"Cold?" The owner of the sausage noodle stall was a burly man. When he tucked in the rain cloth and turned around, he saw the child behind him pull up his hood and move closer to the fire.

He handed the packed lunch box to the guests who came over in the cold rain, threw the three one-dollar bills into the money box, and then closed it again with a bang.

The fire in front was still on, and it was steaming hotly, but he didn't turn off the fire right away. His tall and burly body moved back a bit, put it on the plastic chair, and took a step forward without saying a word while thinking, Warm up by the stove.

Zhou Qiang smoked half of the cigarette while biting his teeth, and took a deep breath. He probably couldn't stand the heat anymore. He grabbed his sleeve and rolled it up, revealing a rather strong forearm. The muscles on the left arm were clearly defined, and the dragon tattoo Open teeth and claws, like a tribal totem.

People who hang out in the nightclubs in the fifth and eighth districts, even if they are just squatting on the side of the road at the simple and empty Xiaochangfen stalls, people dare not underestimate them easily.

While trying to pull the drawstring to put the hood on, he nodded his head as an answer, his whole face was submerged in the darkness that the light couldn't reach, his expression was vague.

The words "Never Night Sky" danced scorchingly not far away, making his eyes reddened. Occasionally, a car passed by on the side of the road, and the headlights came on, and only then did it draw a silhouette behind him.

When "Never Night" was still called "Imperial City" before, it took the route of high-end customers. Every night, the luxury cars stopped at the gate. How could they get close to them?It's just that something happened later, and the change of owner fell into the hands of Brother Hao, the top leader in this area, so he also changed the route.

Brother Hao already has a high-end club, Seg, in his hand, so there is no need for two stalls with the same style and route. Seg is a precious "pro-son" brought up by himself, and Bu Yetian, the "adopted son" who came later Nature is the one to give in.

As a result, the grade of Nightless Sky has been lowered, and it has begun to follow the "people-friendly" route, which is why these low-consumption food stalls are close to them.

"It's freezing cold, go back early, tomorrow is New Year's Eve, so why don't you come?" Zhou Qiang put his hands on his knees, tilted his head from bottom to top, and looked at the young man in front of him.

While thinking about putting his hands in his pockets and not speaking, let him look at him, he told him what "stubborn" means by body language.

"Ah?" Seeing his gloomy look, Zhou Qiang couldn't hold back his breath, his voice suddenly raised an octave, "I'm talking to you, don't you have ears?!"

After a while, a sentence came out from the shadow of the hood, "I won't return."

At night, the temperature dropped rapidly to four or five degrees due to the rain, which made people gasp when they spoke, and there was a damp and cold air on their bodies when they were wearing clothes. The temperature is not low, but it makes people suffer especially.

Zhou Qiang became angry when he saw his nine-headed ox that couldn't be pulled back. He took out a towel and slapped it on the table beside him, "It's a big holiday, and you still want to squat? You are addicted to squatting, aren't you?" ?”

More than a month ago, he "picked up" this kid in front of his rice noodle roll stall. At that time, it was better than now. At least a few people accompanied him to squat on the curb. When he was hungry at night, he would sit at his stall. I ordered a few rolls of rice rolls, and waited until the day dawned and the bar closed the stall before leaving.And now?It's freezing cold, and it's almost the Chinese New Year, and everyone else is afraid that they will go home early!He is a half-old child, and he still wants to rely on it?

"It's useful for you to guard like this! Who is Zhang Xiaohu? He is a local snake who has been here for [-] years. Even if he is a rotten boy, he still has the ability to survive. He can't do whatever he wants. Something?" Zhou Qiang shook his neck, and his cervical spine crackled like firecrackers. He sighed softly and thought to the side: "Listen to Uncle, go home and celebrate the New Year, don't worry about it." I came out to wander around in the middle of the night, this place is not for children."

Zhou Qiang has set up a stall in this area for several years. He has seen many minors wandering in the fifth and eighth districts at a young age. Although the young man in front of him is sharp and sharp, he obviously does not belong to those marginalized groups of society.

The Spring Festival is approaching, and the sensuality of the [-]th District is ushering in the highest peak of the year. After dusk, all kinds of shady business supplies are thriving in the dark. If you want to stop Zhang Xiaohu, you can't miss this opportunity.

"Over there—" The five-year-old and three-year-old man from the Northeast turned into a Tang monk, persuading the children with facts, "Yes, it's over there, it's never night, see? It was around this time last year, when someone died, come here A whole team of policemen was arrested, and most of the people inside were arrested, you said, why do you come here as a kid in this kind of place?"

While thinking about holding the wrist, pinching the beads and turning them around for a while, he still didn't speak.

His second uncle called during the day, so it was natural that the family affairs could not be concealed, but grandparents were old and afraid that they would not be able to withstand the blow, so they decided to conceal the matter after unanimous discussion.

This year's Spring Festival, it is naturally impossible to return to Quancheng.