"Hey! Hey, don't squeeze, don't squeeze! What's the point of squeezing..."

The conductors in blue uniforms were busy maintaining order on the platform.

Sang Bai was carrying a small cloth bag, slapped across his shoulder, holding a military sling in his hand, standing outside the crowd, smiling at everything in front of him.

The train platform is very old, not only old but also very messy. The anxious crowd is crowding onto the train like a life. From time to time, children cry and scolding sounds, and some people even climb into the car directly through the window.

Sang Bo was not interested in squeezing in. Anyway, he bought tickets with seats. As long as he could get on the bus, he would definitely have seats. There is no need to squeeze out the brains of a dog like now. You must know that this is the beginning of the train.

"Little brother, are you going out alone?"

Just as Sang Bai was smiling at the crowd squeezing the train and feeling the characteristics of this era, a low voice from a middle-aged man suddenly came from behind.

Sang Bai turned his head and looked at it, and found a man in his early thirties standing beside him.

The man is very tall, almost 1.8 meters above, with a national-shaped face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a circle of his face full of green beards, a cool short-sleeved shirt, dark brown straight-leg pants on his lower body, and a pair of black leather shoes on his feet.

It’s really cool, it’s a high-end thing in this era. It costs a lot of money to use it really cool. There’s a really cool shirt that can be worn everywhere.

Sangbai naturally didn’t catch a cold, and what he sought after in his era was all-natural.

The combination of people and clothes is already fashionable in this era, but it is naturally worse than that of Sangbai. At this moment, Sangbai is a light blue striped shirt with all cotton, a light gray suit shorts that are about to be above the knee, and a pair of white cloth sneakers on her feet, which are clean and neat.

"Well, alone, where are you?" Sangbai asked.

When Sang Bo saw this person, he understood that this person was probably not a blind man, nor could he be a gangster. Not to mention that this outfit alone costs hundreds of dollars, it is really not something that ordinary people can afford, especially the cool shirt on his body. Sang Bo has seen it in the People's Shopping Mall in the county. A good guy earns a worker for two months.

"That happens to be a companion, I am also alone," said the middle-aged man with a smile: "Guo Changyou is a salesperson at Jiaolu No. 1 Machine Tool Factory."

"Hello, hello, I'm a farmer, go to Guangdong to find some money." Seeing that someone reached out, Sang Bo reached out and shook with him.

When Guo Changyou heard Sang Bai introduce himself as a farmer, he was stunned for a moment, but soon put away his surprised expression and said directly: "If you don't say it, I really can't guess it. With my observation, you are at least a college student, who knows that you are actually a farmer."

Guo Changyou is a businessman, so he is naturally much more accurate than ordinary people. He talks to Sang Bo, just because he looks gentle and kind as if he is sitting in the office. Who would have thought that he would be so surprised?

Sang Bo smiled and said, "I have read some books, but I don't have a formal diploma."

"Oh, that's not surprising." Guo Changyou smiled.

Sang Bo didn't know what they meant. Anyway, the two of them couldn't get on the train now, so they were chatting together here.

After about ten minutes, Sang Bai and Guo Changyou gave in and got on the train.

"This is my seat." Sang Bai smiled and pointed at his position.

"I'm still in front, so let's see you again." Guo Changyou and Sang Bai nodded and continued to move forward.

Sangbai took the train ticket and signaled to the young man sitting in his seat: "Comrade, you are in my seat."

"Oh, sorry, sorry, I thought there was no one."

The young man who was sitting in the Sanbai position was also polite and stood up and gave the seat to Sanbai.

Sang Bai originally wanted to put the bag on the bag rack, but who knew that the bag rack had been occupied by someone, so he had no way to put the bag directly under his seat, close to the wall of the car, and then fix it with his legs.

After sitting down, I found that the four people who were facing each other were very young, all in their twenties and thirties. Two of the four people were wearing glasses. Except for Sang Bai, the other three tops had pens in their pockets. In this era, this is the standard cultural dress.

"Where are you going?" Sang Bo felt that it was okay anyway, and everyone was young, so let's talk.

After hearing the introduction of the three people, Sang Bai knew that these three people were employees of Yecheng Enterprises, and like Sang Bai's destination, they all went to Guangdong City to attend the Guangdong Fair.

In fact, at least half of the long-distance trains are expected to go to Guangdong Fair, and the rest are mobile personnel along the route.

From Yecheng to Guangdong City, it is the busiest route in the country, because it is the most economically active region in China. Now, when it comes to light industry, Jiangnan, wants to say that it is second, but no one dares to say that it is first. Of course, the most important thing in heavy industry is the three northeastern provinces. The old industrial base is at its peak, and it has not yet shown its future decline.

"oh!"

When the three of them heard that Sangbai was a farmer, they all thought it was quite strange. The reason was that Sangbai's appearance was far from the image of the farmer in their hearts.

Everyone is young, and they have just entered society for a while, and have not learned to see people with power. Perhaps they are hiding deeply and have not shown their faces. Anyway, after chatting for a few words, they became enthusiastic.

Sang Bai asked and found that all three of them were technical and worked in large and medium-sized state-owned enterprises. It can be said that they were all young heroes.

These people have low diplomas, and the college entrance examination has only been resumed for a few years. The first group of college students is not yet the factory’s turn, and most of them have been enriched to government units.

Bang! Bang!

Soon the train used the station and started to speed up.

"What are you doing when you go to Guangdong City?"

Sang Bai replied: "I want to see if there are any foreign businessmen who are willing to invest in peaches in our village, if so..."

Before he finished speaking, the young man sitting opposite the cypress was laughing: "You really dare to think that there is no shortage of money in the country now. Foreign investment is also an investment in industry. Go around most of the earth to invest in planting peaches. I guess it will be better if they plant it there."

The person who spoke was named Liu and was known as Yu'an. He was a technician from Hongguang Machinery Factory, and he mainly dealed with vehicles.

"What Liu Yu'an said makes sense. I have seen foreigners farming!"

This person named Zhou Guohua works in the Yecheng Petrochemical Department. Among the four, his unit is better. Even if Yecheng Petrochemical is placed in a state-owned enterprise, it is a well-known brand. This time he wants to cooperate with the German chemical giant BASF to introduce a set of refining equipment. This is a transaction approved by the State Council, which shows how good it is.

“Foreigners farm?”

A young man sitting behind Zhou Guohua stretched out his head and asked curiously: "Have you ever been abroad?"

Zhou Guohua smiled and said, "I went out with the company once, but I didn't go to a big city, I went to a small place!"

He said a small place, but the pride on his face could not be hidden. Anyone who saw it knew that this person was not very proud of him.

It's no wonder that an overseas relative at home can arouse envy. If you have gone abroad, whether it's bragging coins or showing off at the wine table, it's a big killer.

"Tell me, I heard that Americans can grow hundreds of acres of land, all of which are large tractors..."

The three words American immediately attracted the eyes of the people around him. In addition to looking like working class, even the peasant dressed in the aisle carrying a handcart look at Xi Ji. At first glance, he knew that he really wanted to know how Americans farmed.

Zhou Guohua began to talk about how Americans farmed.

At this time, it is unlikely that it is possible to see tractors in other places in China except for large state-owned farms, let alone harvesters. There are not enough oxen in most parts of the country, and villages like Liushuzhuang are everywhere.

Sangbai either listens to the fun, he just joins in the fun. Others hear large harvesters, and the family grows one or two thousand acres of land, and they keep admiring them. From time to time, some people sigh that America is really good.

How could Sanbo be intimidated by these things?

He has watched a documentary about high-tech agriculture in China forty years. A chicken farm hatched 200,000 chickens a day, and a pig farm raised tens of thousands of pigs. You tell me how many Americans are growing one or two thousand acres of land? It’s not anything at all!

At this moment, Zhou Guohua was harvesting the envious gazes of people nearby.

After listening for a while, Sang Bai felt that Zhou Guohua had sweared a little too much. No one had ever been to the United States anyway, so he could swear whatever he wanted.

Mingzhong Dao Zhou Guohua blew, but Sang Bai did not expose him. In the end, he couldn't listen and just used the urine to escape. After urinating, he stood in the space between the two cars to move his legs and feet.

"Sangbai!"

After standing for a while, Guo Changyou actually came over. Seeing Sang Bai smiling and taking out a pack of cigarette from his pocket, one popped up and signaled to Sang Bai.

Sang Bai waved his hand: "I don't smoke."

"If you don't smoke, you won't be like a man," Guo Changyou said with a smile.

There is no saying that smoking is not good or not strong in this era. Anyway, Sangbai has never heard of it. Instead, there is a saying that a man who does not smoke is as ugly as a bearded woman!

"I smoked and coughed," Sang Bo said with a smile.

Gu Changjiu lit one, leaned against the wall, first glanced inside, and then asked Sang Bai in a low voice: "Have you been to the United States?"

"Ah?" asked Sang Bo, "Why do you ask that?"

"Just just now, I heard someone talk about the United States, and others are very curious. You are different. Others really want to know, but you know, but you don't show off like that person. Are you saying what I said right?" Guo Changyou said.

Sang Bo smiled and said, "It's not true, I just think no matter how good the United States is, it has nothing to do with me."

"Now, those who are capable can run abroad."

At this time, a sentence came from the side.

Sang Bai glanced casually and was about to turn his gaze back soon, but who knew that he couldn't help but be stunned when he saw this. Because he knew this person.

But in Sang Ben's memory, this person was in his early sixties, but now he is only a slutty year old. However, even if he is a slutty year old, the expression on his face is almost the same as that in more than thirty years later.

"Do you know me?"

The middle-aged man who was talking was curious because Sanba stared at him.

Sang Bai shook his head and smiled, "I don't know you, I don't know you!"

This Sang Bai knew this! It was not what he met at this time, but more than thirty years later.

To be precise, Sang Bai was a small employee under his command and a big boss. Not to mention taking a look at Sang Bai, a small employee like Sang Bai is not ten meters away from him, and he was pushed away by the security guard around him from a distance.

And Sang Bo is quite familiar with this person's history of making a fortune. Not to mention Sang Bo, the entire company knows that if he has waived through these pits, the position of the richest man will probably not be as good as that of Ma, and the average family of Ma will not be able to get involved.

Even so, this is a well-known rich man, wandering around in the thirty or forty on the list.

Sang Bai naturally had no interest in helping him avoid pitfalls. No one had any connections. The boss got money from work and didn't give him a penny, and he would deduct it from time to time. Even if Sang Bai didn't dig a pit as big as a grave for him, he would ask for help?

This person often said forty years later: Those who work hard or not are lies. The most important thing in life is luck. Luck is greater than all efforts! You must have the luck that goes against the will of heaven and want to be an emperor!

Sang Bai didn’t believe it before, but now Sang Bai believed it.
Chapter completed!