The moment he was pushed off the rooftop, Lin Ye heard the crisp sound of copper wires breaking in the wind.
Open your eyes again, 1990. The blood my mother coughed on the concrete floor was still dark red, like rusty water. The dialysis fee increased from five yuan to fifty yuan each time, leaving a total of five yuan and three in my pocket. Enemy Chen Zhiqiang was sitting in the security department of the textile factory with his legs crossed. Zhou Mingyuan, who pushed him downstairs in his previous life, had already handed his business card to Shenzhen.
When you touch a rusty copper wire, the price in three months' time will pop into your mind. Scrap copper, radios, treasury bills, subscription certificates—rust in the eyes of others is the lever he uses to move his destiny.
The price was that his temples felt like they were being twisted sideways with a blunt knife, the edges of his vision were covered with black spots, and his right hand was so spasmodic that the fingers couldn't close together.
"How many more times can you hold on?" Shen Lie leaned against the door of Jiefang's car, his cigarette ashes accumulated for a long time and there was no bullet left.
Lin Ye stuffed the copper terminal block into his trouser pocket. The metal felt cold against my thighs. "Hold it until they kneel down."
From setting up stalls by the smelly ditch, to the metal market in the provincial capital, and then to the stock exchange. He climbed up inch by inch. In this life, I don't trust anyone with my life.
Mission: Constantly strive for self-improvement and prosper the country through industry. Alternative: Work hard and change destiny in the tide of the times.