Under the vast blue sky, this is a huge city. This "Miracle City" located on the coast of the South China Sea rose in just thirty years. The heroic Chinese people built a huge city with a population of more than 20 million and an area of ​​nearly 2,000 square kilometers on a barren land, witnessing China's determination and journey to recast its glory from one side.

November 1, 2008, the Long-distance Run Festival. However, in this metropolis where money is the most important, long-distance running is the most annoying thing. It is better to sleep more when you have this time. Except for the civil servants organized by the government, there are actually not many people who like long-distance running. Besides, it is almost ten o'clock in the morning, and civil servants who have taken new sportswear to run or take a walk have already gone back to have tea.

Pinggang Sixth Industrial Zone was originally a village-owned industry in Xia Village, Pinggang Town. Later, in the wave of rural areas becoming cities, Xia Village established a joint-stock company. The village chief and other cadres felt that it was very troublesome to operate these things. It was too complicated for those who had just washed their feet and put them on the fields. The villagers who distributed dividends would never be enough. Once something went wrong, they would make a fuss. They would simply sell these industries for money and make money once and for all. So, this industrial park with more than a dozen six-story factories and an area of ​​more than tens of thousands of square meters was changed to its owner. I heard that the boss who bought this industrial park had the same surname as the village chief, but this did not mean anything. Moreover, the village chief could not be called the village chief now, he had to be called the chairman.

Factory buildings in industrial areas are built in a park-by-campus manner. Of course, this purpose is for the convenience of management. Tenants can manage their own factories and yards separately. The gates of the industrial park no longer bear the corresponding security responsibilities. They are only responsible for parking fees in public parking lots. It is great to be easy and profitable.

Building No. 3 is a Taiwanese-funded enterprise called "Jiaxin". It has been opened here since the 1990s. It is an old customer of the industrial park. However, in the face of the first global economic crisis in the 21st century, this old enterprise had to lay off employees in large quantities. Therefore, at the entrance of the factory, some unpleasant incidents between labor and capital will occasionally occur. However, the boss of this enterprise has a deep understanding of the laws of the mainland. Every time the layoffs are laid off, they are small batches and multiple batches. Even if a dispute arises, it will not cause group events and will never attract the attention of the society and government departments. Occasionally, a few noises occur at the entrance of the factory, at most it will attract a few idle and painful villagers to come and see the fun. Where do other migrant workers have this time? Besides, most people in this city are full of things that are not up to their own minds, and no one will come out to find trouble.

Today, as usual, a young man in jeans and a short-sleeved shirt was tugging with two or three security guards at the factory gate. The young man shouted loudly about the unscrupulous boss' arrears of business fees and commissions. He avoided the security guards from time to time, bypassed their siege and blocked, and tried to climb up the iron gate and rush into the factory.

After the young man who was torn off by a tall security guard several times, his shirt sleeves were torn to pieces, he finally pointed the finger at the security guard that he had been avoiding.

"Haha! You guys only know how to help the evildoer. I'm trying to fight for your own rights. Now you are helping this unscrupulous boss, and one day it will be your turn..."

"Brother, we are making a living. It's already very proud of our brothers who are not good at you. If you have the ability, go to the Labor Bureau to sue it. It's boring to make trouble here, and it makes everyone ugly."

The short security guards are a little older and have seen more people making trouble. They are naturally very experienced. There are more people like the young people in front of them. Even if they can go in, they will not be able to solve any problems. They often come here just to scold the unscrupulous boss and have to find a labor bureau or a street to solve the problem. However, there are too many such things. Even if the government is really willing to help, they may not be busy.

The young people naturally know that doing this will not help, but they feel uncomfortable when they are stuck in their breath!

"Pan!" A loud voice made the people who were pulling were stunned. The young man was pushing and waving his arms. He slapped the short security guard in the face, making the security guard's ear buzzing and his head dizzy.

"I'll take you!" The short security guard was struck by lightning with kindness. He immediately became angry and pulled out the rubber baton hanging on his waist and shouted: "Battle!"

The young man turned around and wanted to run when he saw that the situation was not good, but these security guards were usually people fighting and were quick to move. Without running two steps, the young man only felt a sudden shock on his head, and his head was a little dizzy with a buzzing sound. The scenery in front of him suddenly twisted and rotated. He subconsciously looked up to find the reason, but his feet were still staggering, falling to the ground, rolling for a moment, turning his head hard, but he found that the white clouds in the sky had turned red. What's the name? It was called "Huo Shaoyun", which seemed to be from the textbook of an elementary school...

Three security guards surrounded the young man who was lying on the ground and had a little numbness. The short security guard looked at the two colleagues who were flustered, squatted down and checked the young man's condition, and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay! I fainted, carry him to the shade of the tree over there, don't be eye-catching on this road. I'll call the police and let the police take him away."

After saying that, the three of them hurriedly carried the young man who was lying on the ground to the big tree across the road, threw it on the grass, and the short security guard touched the pulse on the side of the young man's neck again, stood up with confidence, waved to the two, and walked towards the factory gate first.

"Dog, when you call the police, you say that you see someone getting injured in a fight, Desheng, you go and delete the camera record at the entrance of the factory, copy yesterday's record to today, I'm watching at the door, don't have anything else. Don't worry, that brother is fine, but Dog, don't use that steel pipe in the future, and you don't listen. Although this baton is short and not very useful, it's not easy to get into trouble..."

Three security guards in different moods went to do their jobs. The young man lay quietly under the tree across the road. This was not a major traffic road. The passers-by who occasionally hurriedly took a look at him curiously. No one was meddling in other people's business. A woman who was picking up scattered her head and seemed to want to get close. However, after looking at the short security guard who was staring at the opposite side of the road, she finally reluctantly left.

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While the protagonist is in a coma, let’s explain his origin. When I was in elementary school, the Chinese teacher told us that the elements of writing articles are ‘time, place, and characters’. Now let’s take a look at our characters.

No, he is not a prince pretending to be a grassroots, and of course he is not a little god mixed in mortals, nor is he an alien visitor. He seems to have no experience of rebirth in counter-traveling or other things.

His name is Xie Jun, a native of Jiangsu and Zhejiang. He grew up in a place called Jiangyin. In fact, it is quite famous and an ancient city. An ancient village more than a hundred miles away from that ancient city was his hometown. In the 1980s, a craze for getting rich emerged in his hometown. Unfortunately, his hometown has few arable land, but the population is quite large. It is unlikely that it can make money by farming. At that time, there was no high-profit business of growing flowers and medicines, breeding organic vegetables and organic livestock.

But this is not difficult for the smart Chinese farmers. By chance, who took the lead in the village, the ancient village began to carry out environmental protection and public welfare undertakings for waste recycling. Various electronic waste transported from containers abroad are classified here, using advanced physical and chemical means, namely violent splitting and strong acid dissolution, and the villagers recycle various electronic components that can still be used and various precious metals.

However, environmental protection also comes at a cost. This gain and loss will never be separated by an adulterer and amateur. In less than two years, the small village with beautiful mountains and rivers has become a place where the smell of pungent chemical potions are shrouded in death, and sewage flows across the plants and plants do not live.

Xie Jun's parents, who are dedicated to making money, belong to the kind of people with very poor character. In the small village, the cancer and severely infected people who were found in advance were named. The money they earned after fighting for their lives was made back by the hospital in a blink of an eye. In the end, they could not save their lives, leaving only their son who was still in high school in Jiangyin No. 3 Middle School.

Xie Jun couldn't know whether his parents were still glad before they died. They sent their son to Jiangyin. I really couldn't tell whether they made money. But the smart Xie Jun understood it. It seemed that the money was finally earned by the hospital. So Xie Jun decided to become a doctor admired by the people. Unfortunately, some things that happened later failed Xie Jun's ideal.

In the end, Xie Jun completed his university studies with a little money left by his parents, and then faced the employment problems that many students from China also had to face. Finally, Xie Jun came to this emerging metropolis in the south of China with hundreds of dollars and the only hope left.

After more than two years of hard work, Xie Jun, who is 26 years old this year, still has nothing. His graduation certificate of a second-rate university management major is really not much different from the cabbage on the street. So, college student Xie Jun worked as a porter and a gas delivery worker, and finally became a salesperson. He lived on commissions. Unfortunately, because the evil American elders destroyed the world economy, Xie Jun's half a year of hard work turned into a flow.

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When Xie Jun woke up, his head was still a little gangster. His eyes were narrowed and he adapted to the light around him for a while. He thought hard for a long time and finally remembered what had happened before. Then he paid attention to his current situation again. It seemed that he had not traveled to another world. The electric lights and the strong smell of disinfectant water told him that this should be a hospital.

After struggling for a while, Xie Jun sat up and twisted his neck, which was a little sore. He remembered the heavy blow that the back of his head seemed to be under. He reached out and fumbled gently. He found that the hair on the back of his head had been shaved off, but it seemed that he no longer had bleeding. However, as the body's feeling recovered, the wound was leaping and experiencing pain.

"Hey, you're awake..." A fat girl who was about to break out of place and where she shouldn't break out of place also appeared strangely next to Xie Jun. Her white nurse outfit told Xie Jun that this was a nurse.

"Oh...what day is this day?" Xie Jun interrupted the fat nurse with a mask with hope and asked hoarsely.

"...No. 1! It seems that the doctor is right. There may be intracranial bleeding in your head. You should go to the big hospital for a check-up. Our community medical station does not have these machines..."

He could not judge people by his appearance. Xie Jun despised himself in his heart. This little nurse had a good heart.

"Besides, you don't have much money to look like this. If you can't receive medical treatment fees, we will have to deduct our bonus."

Isn't it okay if I was wrong? This nurse's mind looks the same as a human being, and it's not that good.

Xie Jun was very sad to find that he had not traveled through time or reborn, but had just lost a few hours of time, which was no different from sleeping normally.

"Then...how much does that treatment cost?"

The fat nurse waved generously: "Doctor Lu said that your situation looks nothing on the surface. We just shave a little hair, cleaned the wound, applied some anti-inflammatory drugs and blue potions. If there is really any intracranial bleeding or something, we can't do anything, so... you give it fifty."

Xie Jun was speechless. This is more expensive than a barber shop, and he didn't shave it all. As for blue potions, it shouldn't be valuable. However, in this era, labor is expensive. As the saying goes, what we sell is not goods or services.

Xie Jun helplessly touched the wallet behind his butt. Fortunately, the security guards didn't take away their last little fortune. They took out their shriveled wallet and pulled out a fifty-yuan bill, and reluctantly handed it to the fat pig's trotter that reached in front of them. It was a fat hand. He raised his head and looked at the fat nurse with an unexpected surprise in his eyes. Xie Jun was suddenly stunned.

Of course, it was not attracted by the beauty of the fat nurse, nor was it because of the redness of the fat nurse's forehead. It was because there were two big green numbers '67, 12' floating above the fat nurse's head.

Xie Jun rubbed his eyes hard with his empty left hand, and looked at the happy fat nurse again regardless of the money he had taken away from his hand.
Chapter completed!