is on the sixth day of the lunar calendar, and a crescent moon is high in the night sky.

　　 "Stowaways" are like mice, lining up through the narrow dog hole. Although they don't know each other, they have a tacit understanding and try not to make any noise.

　　 "Sizzle!"

　　 The sound of broken cloth broke the silence, and the fat chief climbed halfway, turning around and screaming: "Lao Tzu's trousers, brand goods!"

　　 "Hahahaha!" Finally someone couldn't help but laughed while covering their mouths.

　　 Zheng Xuehong immediately became angry and said, "Laugh a fart, don't make a noise."

　　 No one answered him, everyone started to discuss in a low voice—

　　 "Which way to go?"

　　 "Left, I see a lot of lights over there."

　　 "There is also light in the south."

　　 "Which side is south?"

　　 "We came from the north, and the front is the south."

　　 "Just go to the place where the lights are the brightest, and you should be right."

　　 "Yes, I heard that the Special Economic Zone is a city that never sleeps. The lights are on all night."

　　 "Comrades, everyone is broken into pieces to fight guerrillas. Don't let the border guards give it to you."

　　 "I agree. We have too many people and big goals, we have to go separately."

　　"..."

　　 A group of guys who grew up watching the "Old Three Wars" movie, with high morale, live learning and use, swiftly rushed to the east and south.

　　 "Brother, wait a minute," Zheng Xuehong stopped Song Weiyang, got into the gravel and said, "Thank you for me, I'll change my pants."

　　 "Okay, take your time, let's not worry." Song Weiyang sighed.

After a few minutes, Zheng Xuehong finally changed his pants. The two of them did not dare to turn on the flashlights, and moved forward in the faint moonlight, one foot high and the other low, and they almost tripped over weeds and vines several times.

　　 "Someone!"

　　 I don't know how long he has been walking, Zheng Xuehong suddenly warned, and rushed into the grass by the roadside, his posture is as agile as Sammo Hung.

　　 Song Weiyang was also taken aback. He thought it was a border check post, and scrambled to hide in a pile of grass and rocks.

　　 got close, Song Weiyang finally saw the situation clearly, but a bicycle team came quietly. There are about seven or eight vehicles, all two-eight-loaded bicycles, carrying large and small packages of goods towards the border defense line.

　　 Song Weiyang got up with a smile, and said to Chief Fatty: "It's okay, it's smuggled."

　　 "It's okay, it's okay, it scared me to death." Zheng Xuehong jumped very cautiously.

　　 The barbed wire border defense line of the Special Zone has spent hundreds of millions of dollars to build.

　　 Due to the implementation of a series of tax reduction and exemption policies in Shenzhen City, the price of imported goods is much lower than that of the mainland, and taxes and fees are required to make up for the price difference when exiting customs. The only function of the bicycle transport team just now is to evade taxes, which is strictly a smuggling act.

　　 walked forward for dozens of minutes, Zheng Xuehong panted with exhaustion, sat down on the ground, and threw a cigarette to Song Weiyang and said: "Huh, let's take a rest."

　　 Song Weiyang put the cigarette on, took out two bottles of canned fruit and said: "I have not eaten two meals, fill up my stomach."

　　 Zheng Xuehong took out a knife to pry open the can, raised his neck to drink and chewed hard, and lay on the ground with emotion: "Damn, we were still heroes fighting gangsters last night, and in a blink of an eye we became frightened stowaways."

　　 "Regret it?" Song Weiyang smiled.

　　 "Regret?" Zheng Xuehong sat up, "My old Zheng doesn't know what regret is. If I didn't earn hundreds of thousands, I really won't go back!"

　　 Song Weiyang asked: "What business do you plan to do in the special zone?"

"I haven't figured it out yet. Find a place to live first," Zheng Xuehong stood up with his hips, his tone became impassioned, "brother, don't be afraid of your jokes, brother, I came to the special zone to make a lot of money. I have a five-year plan, first. Earn one hundred thousand a year, and one million in the second year. In the fifth year, I will be a billionaire with a net worth of hundreds of millions! I think you are also a smart and capable person, how about it, do you want to have a big fight with my brother? "

　　 This the **** is also called a plan? Daydream is more appropriate. Lao Tzu also plans to become the world's richest man in ten years.

　　 Song Weiyang was too lazy to complain, and couldn't help but say: "Don't be a rich man, first think about how to make money, the prices in the special zone are not low."

Zheng Xuehong didn’t worry, and said in a spirited spirit: “Seeing one step and one step, a living person can still be suffocated to urinate? I’m definitely not going to work. Continue to be the deputy director in my hometown. Believe me, my brother, the SAR is full of money, just waiting for us to pick it up. After giving up this two hundred catties of meat, I have to do something big!"

　　 "Brother arrogant!" Song Weiyang gave a thumbs up.

　　 Many years later, when people talk about this era, some people say it is dark, while others say it is romantic.

　　 Passionate, passionate, wild! It is reflected in the tens of thousands of Zheng Xuehong.

　　Middle-aged people, working stably, but abandoning their family and business, with ambitions and ideals, rushing into the sea. They didn't even have a specific plan. They only knew that the special zone was full of gold, so they pounced like bloodthirsty and hungry wolves to create an infinitely bright future.

　　 In this kind of irrational savage madness, countless people hit their heads and broke blood, and countless grasses transformed into dragons.

　　 Song Weiyang left in no hurry, anyway, it's hard to find a place to live in the dark. He lay on the ground looking up at the stars, and asked casually: "Brother has a story?"

　　 "What story, a rough one." Zheng Xuehong said, pinching his cigarette butt.

　　 Song Weiyang said: "You were drunk in the dining car, and you said you almost participated in the Olympics."

Zheng Xuehong sighed and sighed: "There is a chance. I used to practice weightlifting, and my best result was a silver medal in the National Games. I was recommended by the provincial team to participate in the selection of the Olympic national team. As a result, his mother's bad luck caused her waist to be injured at a critical time. I was lying in bed and watched the 1984 Olympics. But, there is nothing to regret. I was too old at the time, and I tried my best to be unable to choose."

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　　 Speaking of his wife, Zheng Xuehong returned to reality in an instant, and said with a wry smile: "Support a fart. Women, with long hair and short knowledge, don't know how wonderful the outside world is."

　　 "My sister-in-law is worried about you too." Song Weiyang said.

　　 "Stop talking about that," Zheng Xuehong quickly turned to the subject, "Do you know who my idol is?"

　　 Song Weiyang choked up and said: "Who?"

　　 "Mou Qizhong who can change the plane!" Zheng Xuehong said.

　　 Song Weiyang smiled and said, "I knew it was him."

　　Much of the passionate middle-aged man like Zheng Xuehong who is not learning and skillful admires Mou Qizhong, they admire the wild way, and they feel that only this is the real business genius.

　　 As for the vast number of young students, they regard Shi Yuzhu as a god, dreaming that one day they can make a fortune through knowledge and talent.

　　 Zheng Xuehong seems to be suffocated. He comes from a small remote county, closed and old-fashioned. People there regard him as a lunatic fool and throw away the iron rice bowl to do business. He was very depressed and couldn't find anyone who could speak. Now he caught Song Weiyang and talked bitterly-the two have fought side by side and are worthy of trust.

　　 I talked about it until the middle of the night, and I had enough rest before moving on.

　　 I am confused and don't know how long I walked, passing through several villages on the way, and finally came to a modern neighborhood.

　　 The city that never sleeps is blowing, and it’s dark everywhere, and even neon lights are rare on the street. It may be that the lights are turned off in the middle of the night, and only the scattered buildings can see the light.

　　 The two were too lazy to find a hotel, and they sat on the side of the road and waited for dawn, but it was cheaper for the mosquitoes in the special zone.

　　 The moon is setting and the sun is rising. Through the faint morning light, Song Weiyang finally sees clearly the words on the building in the distance—Electronic Building.

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