"Dajun, do your best and don't let down the trust of the upper-level leaders in you!"

"Yes, I will definitely not disappoint my leader!"

"Then you go and do it first. Your official appointment will come down tomorrow at the morning meeting."

After Fang Dajun patted his chest to assure the production manager again, he quickly left the office. He looked extremely excited, but he could not suppress the fatigue of staying up late for a long time.

After graduating from university five years ago, he ran to the more economically developed coastal areas with the dream of achieving a great cause. Unexpectedly, he suffered Waterloo many times. He had been unhappy after changing his job seven or eight times. He had been struggling on the line of food and clothing. Three years ago, he suddenly fell seriously ill and finally returned to his hometown in Kawanai in shame.

After three months of recuperation at home, he finally faced the reality and joined a joint venture with good treatment under the introduction of his relatives. This time he changed his mind. Although he was only a production line worker, he still worked hard for two years and was finally promoted, but he was the most inconspicuous production team leader.

A year ago, due to the increase in production, he was transferred to the night shift and worked for a whole year. Today, he was wondering why he suddenly asked him to work on day shift. It was not until the afternoon that he realized that he had finally been promoted again, but he was just a foreman who was one level higher than the team leader. After being transferred to the official position, his salary was more than 5,000 yuan, but facing the housing price that had already exceeded 10,000 yuan, this amount of money was not enough.

My parents are just ordinary workers, and they can only rely on their own efforts in their careers. I sighed and kept going. When the foreman's three-month probation period passes, his salary will rise and he will become a miserable house slave. There are a few young girls in the workshop who have good looks and personalities, and it is time to take action.

Thinking of this, I felt that life had a bright future, and I couldn't help but speed up a little bit. As a result, the phone rang suddenly at the door of the workshop.

"Brother Fang, do you have time? Come out and drink!"

It is naturally a good thing for someone to invite you to drink, but Fang Dajun was furious at this time. He quickly turned around and ran to the smoking area and shouted: "Xiao Chen, you finally TMD appeared. Do you have my trust?"

"Brother Fang, don't worry. It was wrong for me before. I blamed me for not explaining it clearly to you. I used the 40,000 yuan I borrowed to help you invest!" said hurriedly on the other side of the phone.

"What a nonsense to invest. I promised to pay it back for a month, but you disappeared for a whole year. If you have anything, you should say hello to me!" Fang Dajun was so angry when he remembered this. Xiao Chen knew him when he was a production line employee before. He was a good brother, otherwise he would not have lent out all his savings in the past few years. As a result, the kid borrowed money and ran away.

My parents have asked him to buy the house many times and pay the loan slowly. Only when he has a house can he get a girlfriend, but he can't tell me the hardship. Once he buys a house, he can't make up a penny, and his parents will not be disappointed at that time.

"Brother Fang, you are wronged by me. I invested your money in the fine coal factory run by my family. The dividends this year have been calculated. You account for 80,000 yuan in the dry stocks. As long as the factory does not go bankrupt, you can always pay dividends every year." The other side of the phone explained quickly like a machine gun.

"Is there really 80,000 yuan? Will you still be able to pay dividends every year in the future? Can money be so easy to make now?" Fang Dajun asked three questions.

"There are still fakes for real money. Brother Fang, please send the card number now. I will transfer 80,000 yuan to your account and you can get there in at most ten minutes. After you meet, I will prove the shares to you. If you treat me as a brother, how can I cheat you?" Xiao Chen said righteously.

Fang Dajun sent his bank card number skeptically, but in less than three minutes, the online banking text message reminded him that he had an income of 80,000 yuan in his account. He counted it carefully several times, and it was 80,000 yuan.

Fang Dajun was ecstatic. Xiao Chen's phone call also arrived at this time, "Brother Fang, has the money been paid?"

"It's really 80,000. Xiao Chen, since you are helping me invest and make money, why hasn't you heard this year? Your mobile phone, email, and QQ can't contact you." Fang Dajun asked with a question.

"Oh, Brother Fang, let me tell you honestly. There was an accident in the coal yard a while ago, and all the investors lost money. I had to hide from you. Recently, coal has become popular again. In less than a month, I sold the backlog of coal, and the net profit is nearly one million. I can't explain the matter about coal in one or two words. Brother Fang, are you still working in the original place? I'm driving over to pick you up now and chatting about it slowly." Xiao Chen asked.

Fang Dajun looked at his watch and had two hours left after get off work, and replied, "As soon as you arrived, call me!"

An hour later, watching Xiao Chen drive a Buick worth more than 200,000 yuan, which made him even more interested in coal.

The two talked about coal until eleven o'clock in the night, and then he struggled to refuse Xiao Chen's temptation proposal to invite women to play with. With the share certificate in hand, he just wanted to return to the small rental house, calm himself down, and take good care of his ideas on coal.

Coal has risks and benefits. Those who are timid cannot do it because they may lose everything at any time. Of course, there is also a great chance of suddenly becoming rich and earning money that he will never save for his whole life.

For example, even if he has the 80,000 yuan in hand, he will have to save it for more than two years after he is promoted. However, the soaring prices in two years will devalue the money again.

On the one hand, he went to work steadily, tried to become a management team, and insisted on becoming a house slave for twenty years, he would always be able to become a landlord from a house slave; on the other hand, he would either lose money or even go to jail for debt, but he might lose money in a short period of time and live the life of a rich man!

There are two choices, two lives, and of course there is a third one. Just like now, continuing to work is just investing in and sharing stocks. This is the risk. The worst case is to lose the principal. But in this way, his dividend is only tens of thousands a year, and the big money he earns is always the coal boss.

"Boom!" Suddenly, he felt like he was hit by a truck that had been hit by a dozen times. His body lost weight and flew heavily on the hard road, and then he lost consciousness.

"Good morning, everyone, the traffic light time is now. Last night, another traffic accident occurred in our city. A young man was hit by a slag truck running a red light after 11 o'clock last night. After flying for more than seven meters, he fell in the middle of the road and died on the spot. After the accident appraisal, the responsibility lies with the party of the slag truck. The family of the deceased will receive corresponding compensation, but a young life can no longer be recovered... The slag truck has always been the main problem of traffic accidents in our city. Here we call on the relevant departments..."

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"Son, you finally woke up. If you leave, then mom will not be alive!"

Fang Dajun opened his eyes wide and did not understand what the situation was. Who is the rustic woman in front of him? Why did he call him his son?

Moreover, the environment here shocked him. This was a dilapidated room with dust falling from the wall. Apart from the light bulbs on it, there was no other decoration. The air was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant and a strong smell of sweat, which made people vomit. There were seven or eight people in the room, all wearing old-fashioned clothes that were so dizzy that they were not even wearing shoes. He had only seen this style on TV screens in the old era. No, he had also seen this style when he was a child, but those memories were too far away.

"Okay, the doctor said that Sanwa will be fine as long as she wakes up. There are a few kilograms of meat tickets here. I will hurry to the market to cut some meat and bring them with me. I will arrange a car to pull Sanwa back later. I will rest for a few days. They will be considered a great job for him." A very stylish middle-aged man said, "This man was wearing a fake Zhongshan outfit, four purses, with a pen on his chest, a red army hat and big blue trousers, but under his feet there was a pair of imitation military rubber shoes, and there was mud on his legs.

As the man said that, he took out a few worn-out small paper tickets and put them on the bed. Fang Dajun had good eyesight and saw the words "Oneijin, two jin" printed on it at a glance, and a line of small words "Neijinshi Temporary Meat Tickets". It's fine, but the following numbers shocked him. As soon as the symbol "1982" came out, he suddenly became frightened, and his head suddenly hurt, and he fainted again.

"Doctor, doctor, why did my son faint again!"
Chapter completed!