The Wind Rises in 1981

From this introduction, I thought the protagonist was reborn as a mother of four children.

I really can't stand it anymore. How little do you understand 1981? Open your mouth for tens of thousands and close your mouth for hundreds! There's another gangster who wants five thousand? At that time, pork was sold by the gross, and it was a double-ticket system! The driver doesn't know how to repair cars. Is it a joke to open a repair shop? Is there no security guard at the mine? A piece of clothing sells for dozens! The driver had hundreds with him! Money is not money? At that time, it wasn't because we were poor that we didn't have money, it was because the country didn't give out so much money at that time! Where on the market can you find someone who can open his mouth to hundreds of dollars?

Drivers in the 1980s learned to repair cars first and then drive. Well, a driver who can't repair cars is just kidding me.

It's good to write well, but the salary in 1981 was only 15-30 yuan a month. Repairing a car doesn't cost as much as a major overhaul? Does the driver bring so much cash?

Two dozen hooligans can't do it in the mine? Are there any ruthless people who dare to go into the mine? The mine manager said hello, this group of people are gone, and the protagonist still needs to help. It's really weak.

This is a story written by a post-90s generation in the 1980s. How could you have the courage to write it? It's nothing. None of the plot is in line with what happened in the 1980s.

Poison. So poisonous. Waterfall poison. Authors born in 2000 should not write stories about the 1980s. That was an era when a person who paid only one yuan was a rich person, compared with today's two yuan on the road. People with cars worth around 300,000 yuan are rich. Please understand and respect that era.

The writing is pretty good. But. . . I don't know what the condition of the steering wheel was in 1981, so I can't say. But how did you enter Shenzhen in 1982 without a border permit? Also, how did you do the three-day round trip between Beijing, Guangzhou, and Shenzhen in 1982? I was so embarrassed when I was born in the 1990s.

Seriously, I'm surprised this book has so many chapters. After reading more than a hundred chapters, it's obvious that I probably wrote whatever came to my mind. The entire plot probably doesn't have a main thread, and it's all here and there. Those who are in the entertainment industry have to pay for themselves, those who are engaged in clothing business have to pay for themselves, and those who are engaged in car repairs have to pay for themselves. This is probably the golden finger of the protagonist, he just needs to pay. I said before that my sister-in-law is so disgusting, but then I said that my prejudice has already been formed, maybe she is not like that. I said that I have a wife who loves each other, but the plot of the wife is just that little, and the character portrayal is very unclear. Moreover, in order to chase your wife, you have to get her best friend. No matter how you look at the whole plot, you want to chase the guy named Tong. That Su guy was frightened and threw himself into the protagonist's arms, and that Liu guy relied on him as soon as he saw him. The key point is that a beautiful star who is a celebrity is backing him, and she is very justified. She feels that she is a beautiful woman and deserves such treatment. This is very excessive. The most important protagonist helps him take care of food, housing, work, and even writes a good song for him, haha. First, Hutong is an honest monk, and then he becomes a spiritual boy with those social youths. In the end, he became a master. The social path is wild, but the master has a reputation. As for the price situation at that time, there is no need to complain anymore. I talked too much. I think that's what it is. Let's leave it at that. I'm leaving.

Imitation, copying, fabrication, imagination, hybridization, nonsensical exaggeration, and unlimited comparison. Just like that, more than ten million words have been sold. This is web writing. . . How sad