Big Country Finance

She had just come out of prison. In 2007, she was in a bar. Someone at the table opposite me whistled at her and invited her to drink with me. I drank too much, so I pulled out the dagger I brought with me and stabbed me. This stab lasted fifteen years. I remember that when I entered, there were people all over the street. It's about praying to Buddha, it's cold on a lonely sandbank, etc. It's been fifteen years, things have changed. She came to see me once last year and told me she was getting married. I didn't tell her about commutation of her sentence. After a brief chat, I turned around and left. In the past 15 years, I have farmed, raised pigs and made clothes. , My heart has long been calm. After I came out, I went to see her downstairs once. She was very happy. I was also very happy. It was time for me to think about my life. I had a dream last night. The problem was 15 years ago. Familiar streets and familiar scenes, but I just couldn't find the familiar one. Man, I woke up crying in the dream. The past cannot be taken back. Now all that is left is nostalgia. I am almost 30 and suddenly feel confused. I often can't sleep at night. I sit on the road, drinking wine and smoking alone. I don't know how to take the road ahead? The night before her wedding, I drove 400 kilometers overnight and rushed to the downstairs of her house. I saw the word "Happy" on her door downstairs and the lights in the room were still on. I didn't dare to disturb her. I took a few bottles of beer from the car and sat on a park chair downstairs at her house. After finishing the wine and smoking a pack of cigarettes, it was almost dawn. The whistle came from all the way. I knew that the car to pick her up was coming. Today she was going to be someone else's bride. Unfortunately, the groom was not. Me, she looked very beautiful today. I watched her get into the wedding car, the firecrackers went off, and the car drove away. I was still following behind the convoy, and suddenly a text message came from my mobile phone. It was... From her. She said, "Don't give it away. I will marry you again in the next life. Just forget me." In fact, she had been watching me drinking and smoking from behind the curtain that night, and she cried all night... My heart hurt like countless needles that day. I cried and was very sad. I wish her happiness, although the groom is not me, but the bride... I have loved... I have no regrets anymore, whether it is success or failure, everything is in vain, life or death, life is only a hundred years, so why should I be obsessed with a result. The only thing I want to do now is to go home and charge my mobile phone, but my mobile phone still has power, but the car ran out of gas on the way back. Is there any friend who can lend me 3,000 yuan for gas [Picture]

That day I closed my eyes in the fragrant mist of the Sutra Hall suddenly heard The mantra you recite that month I turn all the prayer wheels not for transcendence Just to touch your fingertips that year I kowtow and prostrate on the mountain road Not for audience Just to stay close to your warmth that life I go around mountains, rivers, and pagodas Not for cultivating the afterlife Just to meet you on the way White crane in the sky Please lend me your wings I won't fly far away Just go back when you get to Litang But, on that night, I forgot everything, Give up faith, give up reincarnation, Just for the rose that once cried in front of the Buddha, It has long lost its former luster.

I feel that Shen Hui's consciousness is a bit high. After becoming financially free, he started to engage in automobiles, basic technologies, medical care, etc., And did not continue to engage in money-making activities. However, Shen Hui himself is not suitable for money-making activities.

After reading dozens of chapters, there are too many trivial things about family life. The key is that these daily routines are not well written. When you are rich, you should take care of your relatives. The protagonist is arranged to work in his own company regardless of public or private matters. That's fine. He can also be given a leisurely and decent job. He even lets his relatives work as cleaners. . . It's really awesome. There is also the process of the protagonist's fortune, which is to use gold fingers without any brain, without making any disguise, and without learning more financial knowledge. Under the guise, if there is such a famous person in reality, all kinds of ghosts and monsters will come to his door.

You really can't write about love, which means you have too few relationships. You haven't chased girls very much. You have never been to a state-owned enterprise. It is impossible to mix junior high school education. The government and state-owned enterprises all have high education from prestigious schools and do not pay attention to ability. Academic qualifications are a must! Having more money means focusing on the quality of life and social status!

Junior high school students can join state-owned enterprises and become ministers. Isn't it because of family connections? ? ? Children, do you have many questions? 😌😌😌😌😌

The more I read, the more annoyed I get. If I don't write about finance, it's just nonsense. I get angry when I see the heroine's character. Is there anyone left?

The plot is ridiculous, and the heroine is poorly chosen. Unless a commoner woman is extremely capable, her marriage to a rich man will never be a happy one. How can they live and die together if their values ​​are different?

I've read more than forty chapters, and there are still quite a few poisonous points. What I can't tolerate the most is writing a project worth hundreds of millions at once, and then immediately dealing with trivial matters at home, especially when he arranges work for his aunt's family. I can't stand what the author writes, because everyone knows that work and family relationships should be handled separately. If you arrange them into the company, what will other employees think and how should they be treated? Moreover, their accommodation conditions and wages do not match. What do you want them to think? You might as well buy them a shop in your hometown and just collect rent.

The more I look at it, the more poisonous it becomes. I'm really convinced. Be careful before entering.