Downstairs of Luo Yan's house, the two of them were having sex with each other, touching and kissing when they needed to. It's a pity that Luo Yan did come to visit her aunt. Li Moyang was very helpless, and he always couldn't ejaculate with his last kick.

Could it be that he is the reincarnation of the national football team?

Luo Yan finally had a solemn look on her face. She drew circles on Li Moyang's chest with her little finger. After thinking for a while, she said: "Mo Yang, you are very beautiful tonight. I don't know which aspect you did better. All the big shots treat you well."

Very respectful, and you also said that you are rich and ready to invest in Binhai. This

Some of them don't matter to me. I just want you to promise me that you won't do anything that is disgraceful to society. What I like is your person, not your money. Whether you have money or not, in this life I will

I’ve identified you, I hope we can go further, do you understand what I mean?”

Li Moyang hugged Luo Yan tightly and nodded: "Believe me! You must believe me. I, Li Moyang, have never done anything that is sorry to society. I haven't done anything in the past, I haven't done it now, and I will never do anything in the future!"

Luo Yan gently pecked Li Moyang on the forehead, broke away from the embrace, turned around and ran upstairs lightly. Li Moyang looked at Luo Yan's back, and a trace of helplessness emerged from the bottom of his heart. Luo Yan's words deeply touched Li Moyang.

Extremely depressed, he returned to his safe house. There were 20 million banknotes under the bed. Li Moyang couldn't sleep for a long time. In these days when he returned to China, the beauty waiting for him, the prosperity of the city, and the busy clones all day long were not enough, but he always felt that

Still missing something.

What was missing? Li Moyang thought for a long time and finally understood that his life was missing a passion.

This passion is not about killing people or performing special tasks, but a feeling of integrating into society. After leaving China for eight years, I have been separated from society for too long. There are some things that I can try to do. I should do something for society.

What!

A night of silence.

At nine o'clock in the morning the next day, Li Moyang appeared downstairs at Chen Xin's house on time. Chen Xin was also waiting downstairs on time. The two met and smiled at each other.

"Pirate Captain Didi, I'm sorry to bother you even on Sunday. Thank you for your hard work."

"Serving beautiful women! Even if your waist is broken and your legs are weak, that's what you and I are willing to do..."

"Chichi, you brat, you're taking advantage of your sister again..."

On the way to the motorcycle factory, Chen Xin and Li Moyang made dirty jokes with each other. Ever since their sexual relationship almost broke through, their verbal ambiguity has not stopped.

Halfway through, Chen Xin and Li Moyang went to the supermarket and bought peanut oil, olive oil, rice, flour, and fruits. Li Moyang became a free labor force.

"I said boss lady, you are really ruthless in calling people. When will the wages be paid? This is a big question. Should the gas money be reimbursed?"

Li Moyang closed the back of the Phaeton, grinned and said, covering his waist.

Chen Xin's flirtatious eyes raised her eyebrows, and she smiled seductively: "Oh, dear, you still have a little money left, pirate captain Didi."

Li Moyang wished he could pounce on this charming monster on the spot.

Arriving at the gate of Dongcheng District Locomotive and Rolling Stock Factory, Bai Lan stood there waiting for a long time. Her white skirt and flat shoes looked a bit like a schoolgirl. The little girl changed her style today. She was not an office ol, but a girl from next door.

Girl outfit.

Li Moyang secretly said: Yes, I like it.

Seeing Li Moyang's Phaeton approaching, Bai Lan hurriedly waved, got on the car, said hello to the guard, and Li Moyang drove into the rolling stock factory area.

"Drive around a few times!" As soon as she entered the factory, Chen Xin changed into a face that was cold and stern with a hint of sadness.

The rolling stock factory has a very contemporary name: Dongfeng, which means that the factory was built in that era. Dongfeng blew war drums and drummed who is afraid of whom in the world. Therefore, the entire factory area is filled with red Soviet style, and every place is mottled.

There is also a dark yellow slogan on the wall: "Grasp the revolution and promote production, never forget the class struggle!" The beautiful imitation Song Dynasty characters seem to have returned to the passionate but crazy years.

The door of the factory office building is closed. It is a tall building covered with mosaics and covered with vines. It looks like it was designed in the 1950s and 1960s. The floor is paved with terrazzo, the iron-framed windows are painted with green paint, and the light in the corridor is dim.

, there is a wooden sign at the door of each office, with the name of the department written on it in black paint.

The workshops in the factory area are tall and neatly arranged like an old camp. The red brick walls are also covered with wall-creeping tigers. The greenery is overwhelming and it has a poetic feel. Naturally, the locomotive factory has rail tracks extending out of the factory area and the coastal railway trunk line.

handover.

There is an old antique steam locomotive on a broken track. In front of the front of the car are two red calligraphy characters of Mao Zedong: Dongfeng. The whole locomotive looks particularly simple and heavy.

The entire factory area is full of tall factory buildings, railroad tracks, blast furnaces, chimneys, cooling towers, and steel buildings full of power and beauty. People can't help but feel the greatness and magnificence of industry, and are amazed by it.

The flat main road in the factory area is lined with sycamore trees that are more than 60 years old. They are towering and dense. The leaves as wide as the palm of your hand shine through the gaps, and the sunlight shines mottled on the ground, which is very camera-like.

Bai Lan pointed to the surrounding factory buildings and said: "The motorcycle factory was designed by experts from the former Soviet Union. The distance and location between each building are very particular and will not change easily. I grew up here, and these layouts have never been the same."

Changed, according to my father, this is all based on science, and this is also part of industrial design!"

Li Moyang didn't say anything and drove all the way to the north of the factory. There was a huge open-air coal storage yard. There was no coal on the black land. The paint on various giant machines was peeling off. The rails in the factory were also rusty. It looked quite...

There is a sense of vicissitudes of life.

It took more than two hours to go around. This motorcycle factory occupies a large area. Traces of the former Soviet Union are everywhere. The Chinese domestic Soviet-style factories of that era were a model of Lao Maozi, with huge institutions, canteens and schools.

The kindergarten and movie theater are all available, and the living area is like a small city. Because there are too many people, there is a special armed organization in the factory area responsible for security. Together with the family area, this rolling stock factory is clearly a small city.

But now this small city has become a wasteland. The entire motorcycle factory has been relocated to a new factory in the suburbs. The old factory buildings have been left behind. It is not without demolition value here, but the resettlement of more than a thousand laid-off workers has become a hot issue.

No one wants to take over the potato.

Chen Xin's overall feeling about the rolling stock factory is good. First of all, it covers a large area. Secondly, the demolition project is not stressful. The old factory building was demolished as soon as it was demolished. There is no difficulty in demolition. But when she came to the family area, Chen Xin

My heart is in my throat. Is this the slums or the end of the world?

The old-fashioned tube building is three stories high, with almost twenty rows. Bamboo poles, iron wires, etc. are stretched out from each building, and they are covered with all kinds of clothes, colorful, like the United Nations flag raising. Between the buildings are a mess of side buildings.

, with asbestos tiles on top and colorful tarpaulins, they were either used as kitchens or storage rooms, and some even housed tenants. It was simply a shanty town.

It's such a big shantytown. How much energy and money would it cost to demolish it? Chen Xin's brows slowly furrowed.

Bai Lan smiled sheepishly: "This is the home for the old folks of the motorcycle factory, and my home is also in it. Please don't take it personally and come to my home to have a cup of tea."

So Bai Lan led the way, Chen Xin was in the middle, and Li Moyang, a coolie, walked behind carrying the heaviest peanut oil, flour, and rice, one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Just go to Waller and you'll have nowhere to go.

Garbage is everywhere, the public toilets exude a pungent smell, sewage is flowing across the street in disrepair, wary wild cats squat on the low walls, mangy dogs roam everywhere, green moss grows under the walls of side buildings, and from time to time there are rag collectors riding tricycles.

Vendors passed by shouting.

At this point, there are people who have just gotten up and are standing brushing their teeth, foaming at the mouth, saying hello to Bai Lan, and at the same time curiously looking at the well-dressed Chen Xin and Li Moyang, both big and small, holy shit, Engineer Bai’s house is a visitor today.

La.

This is where Bai Lan lives.

Arrive at Bai Lan’s house on the third floor.

"Welcome to welcome you as a distinguished guest. Mr. Chen, please take a seat. I have heard from Bai Lan that you are coming. I'm really sorry. The house is a bit cramped. It is really a blessing for a boss like you to come to our house."

Bailan's father, with his white shirt tucked into his trousers, looked full of energy and his face was full of energy. He was busy entertaining guests just like in the past.

Li Moyang put down his things and looked around. The room had obviously been tidied up and clean, but the furniture and other items were all old-fashioned. Normally Engineer Bai shouldn't have lived in such a tight life. He didn't know what had happened.

There are two rooms of 20 square meters. In the outer room is a large bed against the wall. On the square table are teapots, bowls and thermoses. The TV and refrigerator in the corner suddenly occupy most of the space. In the back room is a small bed, covered with blue striped sheets.

Neatly arranged, it is obviously Bai Lan's cabin, and the small suit she wears at work hangs on the bedside.

Engineer Bai was busy making tea and water for a long time when he suddenly realized that Li Moyang looked familiar and stared at Li Moyang for a long time.

Bai Lan hurriedly introduced: "Dad, this is Li Moyang. Do you remember the little plum from Qingshuigou Village? That's him."

"Hello Uncle Bai! I'm Mo Yang."

"Let me tell you, I thought you looked familiar as soon as I walked in. It turned out to be you, a naughty boy. You even broke an old Soviet pocket watch of mine back then. I will never forget you!"

Li Moyang thought to himself, if you knew that your daughter was tricked into stripping off her clothes by me when she was a child, you would never forget me.

"How are your parents' health?" Bai Jingtian asked.

"They are all dead." Li Moyang's heart sank.

"Oh, what a pity, you are so young..." Bai Gong obviously began to reminisce about the past, and the small room suddenly became depressed.

"Gong Bai, you are an old man from the motorcycle factory. I have a question for you!" Chen Xin looked at her watch. It was almost twelve o'clock and she couldn't waste any more time.

"Oh, you see I'm just nostalgic. Please tell me."

"For specific matters, I think Bai Lan may have told you privately that according to the arrangement of the municipal government, Ted Company may recently purchase the land of the Locomotive Rolling Stock Factory. I plan to turn this land into commercial housing for sale. I don't know what you have.

Good suggestions and comments?”
Chapter completed!