The cold car drove fast on the road, checking the time, it was half past four. At this point, Donggang has opened and resumed its busyness.

He pressed the radio button, and there was the sweet voice of the radio host.

"Dear friends, good morning, in this early morning in the autumn rain, Xiaolu will start a new day with you..." Then, all kinds of soft music floated.

Donggang is in the outer ring, which is the edge of the city.

Although it was on the edge of the city, although it was less than five in the morning, some office workers gathered at the bus stop sign, and the subway entrance not far from the stop sign was also crowded.

Although the night is still heavy, everyone is already in a hurry.

The imperial capital is big enough to make people feel flustered.

So big, if you have no money or status in this city, it will be like ants, like dust.

So big, you have to take a bite of a bun in the cold morning of this autumn night and take a bus for two or three hours to get to the city center to work.

A watery nose came out of the cold, his face was black and blue, and he squeezed out a stinky sweat, and stepped on the ground and became dirty.

Gao Leng's car slowed down, so I looked at them.

Most of them are college graduates who have just graduated and are in their early 20s. Their faces are full of fatigue, or they are biting a bite of a bun, or eating a bite of bread, or leaning against the platform with half-squinted eyes, and have not yet woken up from sleep.

These people are called Bei Piao in the imperial capital.

What is drift? It is duckweed, without roots.

However, they have hope, hoping to build a better future with their own hands. This kind of hope supports them to get up earlier than a chicken and do their best.

There is a large slum area near Donggang. There are tens of thousands of young people from all over the world living in small and large houses. Although it is far away from the city center where they work, it is very cheap.

Yes, it is cheap. An old house of 90 square meters can be separated by ten rooms, ranging from 700 to 1,000 a month.

Living in a shabby room, living like an ant, but still fighting hopefully.

They don’t know the cruel facts. The fact is that there is only one among tens of thousands of people, and only one and a half people can get out of the siege, driving a Land Rover like a cold, air-conditioned car, and a radio anchor gentle and sweet. There is money on the card.

Even in case there is no ratio of one out.

And most people will never get ahead in their lives.

Gao Leng looked at them with emotion in his heart.

Even if they work so hard, even if they are so humble, even so. Such a north drifter was out of reach before he was reborn.

He couldn't keep up with one tenth of them. If he didn't drop out of school, he might be one of them, Gao Leng thought.

Life is really unpredictable.

When the car approached the platform, Gao Leng rolled down the window and shouted outside: "Hey, is anyone going to Shuguang Road? I'll drop in."

The young man at the stop sign was startled by the sudden sound. After looking at each other, his eyes fell on the Land Rover sign. This is a luxury car.

"No, thank you, no carpooling."

"Land Rover, the Belt and Road is too expensive."

The young people in the crowd cast envious and somewhat surprised eyes. They thought Gao Leng was a black car. Gao Leng's colleagues often take people along when they are off work and charge a little money to subsidize the gas bill.

I have never seen a luxury car that saves fuel.

"No money, I'll drop in." Gao Leng took out his press card from his pocket and shook it.

"Reporter, Xingsheng Magazine, wow..." one of them exclaimed excitedly. She happened to hold a Xingsheng magazine in her hand, looking at Gao Leng with admiration.

"Yeah, what a young reporter, he's as big as us, he will start a Land Rover!"

"Um, wow, I haven't been on a Land Rover yet."

There was some commotion in the crowd, and they came close.

Mu Xiao Leng's community is in the most prosperous part of the city center, and many people go to Shuguang Road.

"I'm going to Shuguang Road..." A small voice broke the envy of everyone and opened his mouth.

"I will go too."

"I'm also on the way..."

For a time, seven or eight people squeezed over.

Gao Leng glanced, somewhat for the sake of difficulty, although the car is spacious, but there are too many people.

"Men don't get together, let the women go." Behind him, a middle-aged man's voice came: "Girls go first." As he said, his eyes were red, and he gave Gao Leng a thumbs up. "Hey, it would be nice if my daughter could meet such a kind person. She crowds the bus every day in Zhonghai City. Little girls, look at his license plate. This is a Beijing license plate. It’s not easy to get a Beijing license plate. This young man has the patience, plus there is monitoring on this road, no problem."

The middle-aged man opened his mouth, letting everyone feel relieved, and the few guys who squeezed forward scratched their heads embarrassedly: "Hey, that girl, get in the car, I haven't taken a Land Rover... Land Rover..." As he said, he touched the door of the car with great regret and stepped back.

A scent of fragrance floated into the car, four girls squeezed up in the back seat, and in the front seat was a very innocent girl with light makeup. It was in her hand that Xingsheng's magazine was in her hand.

"Yeah, you still read our magazine." Gao Leng glanced at it and said casually.

"Well, today... I'm going to Xingsheng for an interview today." The girl quickly replied, and she nodded politely as she spoke, with a sincere expression on her face.

Most college students who just graduated are like this.

Xingsheng’s opportunity is rare.

"Really?" Gao Leng heard some interest: "What position?"

"Well, the position I applied for is a social news reporter assistant." When the girl heard this, she sat upright, and replied respectfully, as if Gao Leng was an interviewer.

Social news is one of the most affected journalists. The trivial things of the common people in the streets and alleys are nothing to fish. The wind and the rain are almost like paparazzi.

The social news reporter's assistant is the one who helps carry bags, take cameras, and write manuscripts behind the reporter, and finally add your name to the official reporter.

Gao Leng was just about to say something, the email came, and at first glance, it turned out to be simple.

There were many people in the car, Gao Leng parked the car aside, refreshed the mailbox and looked at it.

It turned out that the fat man sent a work email to Jian Xiaodan as soon as he went back last night, telling him the cold arrangements and revoking all unannounced visits to Ken Bihan. Jian Xiaodan saw it early and replied to the email.

Gao Leng looked at the time, it was almost five, so he directly dialed the phone and made a call: "Xiaodan, um, it's me, why do you get up so early? Oh, yes, cancel the interview with that company. Gao Leng looked at everyone in the car and said vaguely.

"Oh, by the way, you go buy twenty Apple 6Ss and credit them to my personal account." After speaking, Gao Leng hung up the phone and started the car again.

"Twenty Apple 6S..." There was a sound of discussion from the back seat of the car.

The beauty in the co-pilot gave Gao Leng a cautious and admiring look.

"Hehe, it's a spare cell phone for my teammates." Gao said coldly, turning his head and looking at the beauty, just one glance, his face was slightly surprised.

"You...are you going to interview reporters at Xingsheng?" Gao Leng asked suspiciously, the surprise on his face became heavier, and the light was locked on the pile of materials in the girl's hands.