Chapter 6 Chapter Six

Chapter 37: Chapter Six (1) The sound of the wind in my ears seemed to be quieter, and the screams of the girls around me also gradually weakened. I could hear the creaking sound of the iron wheels at the bottom of the seat hitting the rails, and the chain was struggling to climb up the seat.As soon as the roller coaster roared down from a high place, it slowed down on a section of horizontal track close to the ground, and then began to climb again. This time it was the highest and steepest slalom. Panting for breath, Hong Jun seemed to be able to hear the sound of the chains about to break. He really doubted whether so many rows of heavy seats could be pulled to the top almost vertically, and he was even more worried that they would not fall in mid-air.The speed of the roller coaster seemed to be about to drop to zero. Hong Jun looked around, but couldn't see anything, and knew that he had reached the highest point of the track. Hong Jun's breathing began to rush, and he knew that the most exciting moment had come.The rows of seats in front had already fallen down, and the seat that Hong Jun was sitting on had also plunged down.

Suddenly, Hong Jun found that the safety handrail that was blocking his chest had been lifted up at some point, and was held high above his head. He suddenly lowered his head, oh no, the seat belt he was wearing just now is gone!Hong Jun stretched out his hands and scratched, trying to pull down the armrest to cover his chest, but he couldn't pull it; he wanted to grab the backrest of the front seat, but he couldn't reach it.Hong Jun turned his head and saw a girl sitting next to her, yelling with her mouth open. There was only one mouth left on her face, but Hong Jun couldn't hear any sound.Hong Jun knew that he was finished, and all the sounds around him disappeared. He flew out of the seat and fell to the concrete floor tens of meters below.Hong Jun desperately stretched out his hands to grab something, and kicked his legs vigorously, as if he could climb up in mid-air. Suddenly, Hong Jun's head hit something, knocking him open his eyes, and he fell to the floor. on, wake up.

Hong Jun rubbed his head, and felt the hip bone on one side and the knee on the other side began to hurt. It seemed that these were the first three parts that touched the ground when he fell from the bed just now. They are all places with little meat.Hong Jun remembered reading in books that when a cat falls from a height, it can always let its limbs hit the ground first. It seems that humans are far behind cats; When Zhong fell from the bed, he could also subconsciously ensure that he would not touch his head. It seemed that he had really degenerated, Hong Jun concluded such a conclusion. "What time is it now?" Hong Jun leaned against the bed and glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table. The hands pointed at ten o'clock. "How long have I been asleep?" Hong Jun thought again, it seemed that the last time he checked the time was after four o'clock at night, so he probably slept for five hours.

These days, Hong Jun mainly sleeps during the day and can't sleep at night, but he is often woken up by his mobile phone during the day.The content of the call, of course, is mainly a condolence call.From the chronological order of the calls, Hong Jun can roughly analyze the channel of news dissemination.The first ones to call were of course some people from ICE, then some of the competitors who were considered friends, and then some people from hardware companies and consulting companies that had cooperated with them, and then came Some clients, first were new clients recently signed, and then some old clients, even including Zhao Pingfan, a "client" that Hong Jun thought he was sure of. Behind the clients were some old colleagues and subordinates who later left the company The circle went to do other things, and in the end it was some of my early classmates and years of personal acquaintances, but it was the last news I heard from others.Hong Jun felt lucky to live in the information society. He didn't tell anyone. It didn't take long, and he seemed to know everything he should know.

Chapter 38: Chapter Six (2) After so many phone calls, they asked almost the same questions, and Hong Jun gave almost the same explanations, which made Hong Jun feel like Lu Xun's Mrs. Xianglin, repeating the same words over and over again.Once, Hong Jun drafted a mobile phone text message on a whim, and planned to send it to all the people in his mobile phone number book. The text message was very short: "I have been laid off, and I am practicing martial arts stunts behind closed doors. It can lead to madness at first glance." After finishing writing, I looked at it and smiled, and deleted it again.

Xiao Tan made a phone call and said emotionally that he would resign to protest that Pete would find a scapegoat for losing the Hezhi project. He also said that Hong Jun should tell him in advance that he would definitely resign to protect Hong Jun.Hong Jun was confused by him, so he had no choice but to say that the matter was not as simple as he thought, and advised him to treat it as the past, go to his class well, and continue to work on his project. Xiao Ding called and asked him if he needed anything, he could buy it and deliver it, or if there was anything he could run errands for.Hong Jun thanked him.

Jane at the front desk also called and told him who had recently called ICE to find him. She asked them to call his mobile phone, but she didn't tell anyone who didn't know his mobile phone.Hong Jun also thanked her, and praised her for a good job as before. Hong Jun thought this was the last time to praise her. The other people who called in ICE were subordinates of his subordinates. His direct subordinates, including the chief financial officer and Susan from the marketing department, never called.Hong Jun understands that he has been drawn a clear line, he is the "former person in charge" of the company, has become history, and has been turned over like a page. He understands that his subordinates have proved that they all He is very "professional" and has really "followed things but not people".

Hong Jun hasn't made any phone calls or sent emails these days, and he hasn't looked for a job.Although Hong Jun knows very well that it is difficult to be a man these days, it is even more difficult to be a man without money, and it is even more difficult to be a man who used to be rich but now has no money, but he still has not started looking for a job.Hong Jun was waiting for work to come to him. He knew that sometimes if he really wanted to sell something for a good price, the best way might be to put two words on it: not for sale. Hong Jun stood up and walked into the living room, his eyes were full of mess, as if he had no place to set his feet, the bowls and chopsticks of various brands of instant noodles were piled up on the coffee table and on the floor.Hong Jun walked into the kitchen again. The operating table was full of quick-frozen dumpling boxes, the garbage bags had already been filled, and the garbage was piled up on the surrounding ground.Hong Jun thinks that he used to think that these convenience foods are specially prepared for busy people who are busy with daily affairs. It turns out that idlers like him actually have a stronger demand. I don’t know if those manufacturers have discovered this.Hong Jun leaned sideways, walked among the garbage and opened the refrigerator door, and found that the refrigerator was the cleanest place in the house, because there was nothing in it.There is also a small piece of paper pressed on the refrigerator, which is the phone number of a nearby convenience store. It seems that Hong Jun’s external contact is mainly with it these days, because he has called many times, Hong Jun has already memorized this number, and he can’t think about it now. Is there anything new that the convenience store can deliver.

Hong Jun walked to the French window and looked at the world outside the window.The sky was gray, the standard tone in Beijing, and the garden in front of the apartment building was empty, with no one around.Everyone is busy, Hong Jun thought.Suddenly, Hong Jun wanted to go out and have a look. Hong Jun tidied himself up and down briefly, changed into the clothes he felt most comfortable, and went out. This is the first time Hong Jun has left his home in the past forty days. Hong Jun didn't go to the second basement to drive his Passat, he wanted to go for a walk.If you drive a car and walk slowly along the side of the road, it's too much like a black car sweeping the streets.Hong Jun thought again, where is there anyone who drives a Passatra?But he went straight out anyway.

After leaving the community surrounded by apartment buildings in the area where he lived, when he was about to walk to the street, Hong Jun saw the tricycle selling pancakes on the corner. He immediately felt hungry and walked over. Hong Jun passed by in the car driven by Xiao Ding before, and had seen this pancake stand many times, but it seemed that he had never been so close as today.A glass cover was added to the tricycle, which was sealed on three sides and opened on one side. A woman who appeared to be in her forties was sitting on a stool next to it. Obviously, this time is the "off-season" when there is no business.Seeing Hong Jun walking towards her, she immediately stood up, quickly put sleeves on both arms, smiled and looked at Hong Jun expectantly.

Chapter 39: Chapter Six (3) Hong Jun walked over and said, "Here's a pancake." He stood beside her and watched the woman work. She scooped up a spoonful of batter from the pot, and poured it into the center of the pot, making an irregular circle, and a bit like a square, Hong Jun felt that it was just like the pattern of Beijing city.She put the spoon back into the pan and picked up the pancake spreader, a thin stick with a small rectangular board at the end. She put the long end of the board on the batter, drew a circle with her arm around the center, and put Just now, the urban area of ​​Beijing expanded to the Third Ring Road. She moved the wooden board outwards, drew a bigger circle, and expanded to the Fourth Ring Road, and then reached the Fifth Ring Road.It seemed that this time it was not done well. The batter was spread too thin and torn where Hong Jun thought it was in the Wangjing area. Spread some of the batter and stick the broken place.Then it continued to spread, and spread to the Sixth Ring Road, and it happened to spread to the edge of the pot.Hong Jun immediately had a feeling of admiration for the woman who spread the pancakes. It turned out that she was engaged in the same job as those experts in Beijing's urban planning. Hong Jun was admiring it when the woman asked loudly, "How many eggs?" Hong Jun was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had heard it wrong, but after thinking for a while, he realized that he was right, it was these three words.He was stunned, thinking that the world is going downhill now, why even the woman who spreads pancakes makes such jokes. Seeing that Hong Jun didn't respond, the woman asked again, "Do you want to add one or two eggs?" Hong Jun laughed all of a sudden. It turned out that he was thinking wrong, so he hurriedly smiled and said, "Two." He thought to himself that he hadn't bought pancakes for a long time. There are not so many specifications. The woman felt that Hong Jun was a bit strange, and seemed to be different from her basic customer group, so she added: "Two yuan and five." Hong Jun thought about it for a while and thought it was worth it, so he pretended to be very experienced and snorted: "Well, let's do it for you." Hong Jun took the pancakes and ate them as he walked, thinking that they were delicious. His mouth was full, his cheeks were bulging, and he ate them voraciously.Hong Jun was holding the thin transparent plastic bag in which the pancakes were put in just now, and wanted to find a trash can on the side of the road to throw into it. The trash can was thrown in. After throwing away, turning around, Hong Jun realized that the intersection was severely congested, and cars from several directions were lined up in long queues, waiting to pass the intersection under the overpass bridge on the main road of the third ring road.In the river of motionless cars, there were figures shuttling back and forth, busy inserting small advertisements into the parked cars.Out of professional habits, Hong Jun was interested in all the people engaged in marketing, so he stood on the side of the road and watched. After a while, he seemed a little tired, so he simply squatted on the curb and watched intently. Hong Jun soon discovered that this was a well-trained and highly professional team.First of all, the workplace they chose is very good. Wherever the traffic jam is severe, that is their stage.Hong Jun couldn't help being a little worried for them. If Beijing can really make these congested intersections less congested, they will all have to find another office space, but Hong Jun soon relaxed. The intersection is congested, and these people are probably in their seventies and eighties, and it's time to spend their old age in peace. Many of them handed out business card-like cards, and what attracted Hong Jun more was another group of people who handed out large and thin pieces of paper.First, they deftly folded the pieces of paper into darts, and then stuffed them into the car window. If the car window was closed, they put the "darts" on the door handle, under the front and rear windshield wipers. , and even in the gaps on the side of the front cover and rear cover of the car, they walked along the traffic flow and inserted all the way.Hong Jun felt that the most exciting thing was that they walked to the end of the traffic flow, faced the car coming from a distance, and used their eyes to find a place to insert "darts" on the moving body. In an instant, he dodged and at the same time inserted the "dart" in his hand into the car accurately.Hong Jun felt that they were like those dart players in Spanish bullfights, holding the darts with both hands, turned around and avoided the moment the bull rushed over, and stuck two darts on the back of the bull.The people sitting in the car were a bit like bulls, they were driven by darts, angry and helpless. The small advertisements stuffed into the car before were all thrown out by Xiao Ding almost at the same time, and the pieces of paper stuck on the car were also thrown into the trash can by Xiao Ding immediately after parking, so Hong Jun has never seen these After all, the small advertisements are all about selling something. After all, he didn't care about these things before.At this time, Hong Jun became interested. He must figure out what kind of products can be sold in this way.Because he understands that what exists is reasonable, so many people are hired to post these small advertisements, which means that the people who hire them must know that this kind of sales promotion can bring business. Chapter 40: Chapter Six (4) When the light turned green, the traffic flow in front of Hong Jun began to move, and those who posted small advertisements on this side retreated to the side of the road, waiting for the next red light to come. Hong Jun raised his hand to the short, black and thin man closest to him, and said, "Hey, what did you send? Show me one." The little black and thin man didn't respond, as if he hadn't recovered from the tension and fatigue of being a "flower dart player" just now.Hong Jun yelled at him again: "Hey, give me one." The little man heard it this time, turned his head and saw that Hong Jun was calling him, and subconsciously walked over, but stopped after a few steps, with a suspicious face, looked Hong Jun up and down several times, and then turned around without any indication. He turned around and walked away, even though Hong Jun yelled loudly behind him, he ignored him and walked across the road. Hong Jun was angry and puzzled, thinking that this little advertisement is not a treasure, why would he be reluctant to give one?Moreover, this small ad was always stuffed in the car when he saw it, why did he refuse to give himself one?Hong Jun couldn't figure it out no matter what he thought.Suddenly, Hong Jun understood, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.He looked down at his appearance and clothes. On his feet were a pair of cloth shoes with plastic soles and black cloth tops, the kind commonly known as "loafers". His lower body was a pair of wide blue cloth pants, and his upper body was wearing a white pullover. The shirt is the kind commonly known as "old man's shirt". The hem is not tucked into the trousers, but hangs down long.Hong Jun felt that a lot of dirt might have stuck to his face, and there might be scum on his mouth that hadn't been wiped clean from eating pancakes just now. Such an honorable person, squatting on the curb, is not so much as if he can afford it. The customers of the things being advertised are more like the fellows of the guys who posted the small ads. Hong Jun stopped laughing, no, he was exalting himself, he was not as good as others, but they had jobs.Hong Jun looked at the back of the black and thin man and thought to himself, even the person who posted the small advertisement knows to judge whether the other party is a qualified potential customer. If he thinks it is not, he will not even give a small advertisement. He didn't bother to say a word, yes, he is already a very professional salesperson, Hong Jun seemed to have discovered a talent, and praised him. Is this the city Hong Jun is most familiar with?Hong Jun was born and raised here, studied here, and worked here for more than 30 years. How come it seems that he suddenly discovered many things that he had never discovered before today.Hong Jun thought, maybe this is called "circle", or to use a more elegant word: living space.Hong Jun didn't want to use the word "class", because he never thought he belonged to any high class, and now, he is even more unwilling to admit that he has fallen into a low class.Hong Jun explained to himself that he finally had the opportunity to slip out of his original circle and wander around in other circles. Hong Jun began to have a feeling that the space was much larger than before, and the world was much richer than before.He was like an ant, busy in a small circle for a long time, and suddenly he turned into a little boy, squatting under a tree, looking at the small circle he had drawn on the ground, how many An ant is busy.People are like this, first draw a small circle for themselves, euphemistically called life planning, and then jump in and get busy in the circle. Hong Jun once thought that he was actually doing two things these years: while setting traps for others, he was preventing others from setting traps for him.The so-called success and failure are nothing more than whether others have fallen into the trap set by him, and whether he has fallen into the trap set by others.Now, Hong Jun understands that in fact, he has been doing the third thing all the time. He keeps setting traps for himself, and then jumps in by himself. In his whole life, he is tired of himself. Only now did Hong Jun realize that Beijing is really big. He seemed to have opened his eyes just by wandering around these few blocks in the northeast corner. thing.Hong Jun walked, sighed, and finally, he felt tired. Hong Jun stopped, holding onto a small tree next to him, and looked around, looking for a place suitable for eating alone.He saw a Beijing-style restaurant and thought it might be an ideal place to go, so he walked over there. He walked to the door and parted the curtain made of glass beads hanging from the door to the two sides with both hands. As soon as he stepped one foot in, he heard a group of people inside shouting: "Please!" Hong Jun was stunned for a moment, and just stepped on the threshold with one foot in and one foot out of the door. He was dazed for a while, and his eyes adapted to the change of light from the outside to the room. ", then went in. Chapter 41: Chapter Six (5) Obviously, there were fewer customers than the boys in the waiting hall. There were only a few tables sitting in twos and threes, but there were more than a dozen boys standing, all wearing dark cloth shirts and trousers, and the same cloth shoes as Hong Jun's. For a moment, I thought of a phrase that was often said in storytelling that I heard back then, which was called "big and tall, but thin and spirited".Hong Jun smiled secretly, and was led to a table by a "burly" young man, and sat on a wooden bench. The young man asked, "What would you like?" Hong Jun said casually: "Fried pancakes." As soon as he finished speaking, Hong Jun wondered why he thought of ordering this, thinking that it can be seen how much the environment affects people. . The young man asked again: "Are you from vegetarian or meat?" Hong Jun asked, "How much is the vegetarian one? How much is the meat one?" The young man replied loudly: "Five yuan for vegetarian food, seven yuan for meat." Seeing Hong Jun hesitated for a while, he added: "Both bowls of soup will be given." Hong Jun immediately said: "Plain." The young man wiped the table in front of Hong Jun with a cloth, threw the cloth over his shoulder, turned and left. Hong Jun was fiddling with a pair of rough disposable chopsticks, waiting for his fried cakes.Suddenly, there was a shout from behind like a call in Beijing opera: "A plate of fried cakes! Vegetarian!" Hong Jun was shocked again, just as he finished speaking, a plate of fried pancakes, plain ones, had already been placed on his table, and the young man stood by to see if Hong Jun had any orders.Hong Jun felt that his face was hot, and it was estimated that his face was already red, and the redness might be uneven, so maybe it was red and purple.Hong Jun lowered his head, didn't look at the young man, and muttered, "What are you shouting about? You want everyone on Earth to know?" After speaking, Hong Jun raised his head and glanced at the young man. This time it was the young man's turn to be stunned. It might take a while to understand why Hong Jun was not very happy.The young man seemed very disapproving, but because Hong Jun was a guest, he could only politely say: "We are all like this here, no one cares." After speaking, he turned and left. Hong Jun ate his vegetarian pancakes with his head down, feeling uncomfortable. It wasn't because of the taste of the pancakes. He felt awkward because the young man sang and served him just now.It was only five yuan for a meal, and he yelled so loudly that everyone could hear him, Hong Jun felt ashamed and flustered.He was feeling awkward in his heart, when suddenly there was another singing from behind, louder and more melodious: "A plate of peanuts!" Another "spiritual" young man was carrying a small plate of peanuts, and walked towards the table diagonally in front of Hong Jun. A man on that table, before the young man put the plate on the table, had already stretched out his hands to take it in the air. After eating the peanuts, one of them had already made a pair of chopsticks in one hand, put the plate on the table, and started to eat the peanuts deftly with the chopsticks. It was so delicious that even Hong Jun could hear him babbling. sound. Yeah, who cares?Who cares?It's not easy to have this kind of epiphany, Hong Jun now feels that the fried pancakes worth five yuan are really worth it. Hong Jun put a plate of vegetarian fried pancakes into his stomach, and he seemed to be more than satisfied. He liked this Beijing-style restaurant more and more, so he asked for another plate of fried peanuts, two yuan.When the peanuts come up, use chopsticks to hold them one by one and deliver them to your mouth. It was the peak time for dinner, and the restaurant was full of people. Hong Jun felt that if he consumed any more, it would simply take up the tables and affect the business of the restaurant, so he gave the waiter boy seven yuan and settled the bill.The young man took the money, turned around, and went on his way. Hong Jun wanted to hear him sing "Receive and Pay" loudly, so he couldn't help being a little disappointed.When he stood up, he suddenly found that there were no napkins on the table. He was about to ask for some napkins, but he saw that all the "burly" and "spirited" boys were busy, so Hong Jun felt embarrassed. Trouble me with a small matter, wiped my mouth with my hand, and walked out after wiping it off. As soon as Hong Jun parted the curtain and was about to step out, he heard all the young men yell again in unison: "You go slowly!" Hong Jun was walking all the way to the north, and suddenly found that he was walking with a group of migrant workers who had just got off work. He and the migrant workers around him were integrated, as if he was one of them, and Hong Jun felt a kind of warmth in his heart. The feeling, probably this is called the sense of belonging.The migrant workers soon turned into a narrow intersection, leaving Hong Jun to walk northward along the street until he saw crowds of people in front of him, and the music was loud. There is a small river in front, probably the old moat in the north. Now it looks more like a canal, a small river more than ten meters wide, with neat banks on both sides. The lawn was built, and the corridor was built, leading to the foot of an earthen wall. This is the earthen city ruins left by the ancient city wall of the Yuan Dynasty. To the south of the river is a small square, which has now become a big stage. Chapter 42: Chapter Six (6) Hong Jun walked around the small square, watching all kinds of people entertaining themselves with various moves, it was like browsing an encyclopedia containing various cultural entertainment and physical fitness activities the whole book.People are naturally divided into several distinctive areas, but each has no influence.There is a group of national standard dancers, mainly middle-aged people, and the music they play is very interesting. They are all typical national-style "main themes". The form of partners is very flexible. Yes, the expression seems to be a little more serious. Obviously, everyone is more interested in learning skills and exercising their bodies, rather than just being limited to the communication between the opposite sex. The attire is also very casual. Hong Jun also saw a few people wearing slippers They were dancing, and it seemed that they themselves felt that it affected their level of performance, so one of them quickly ran to the sidelines and took off his slippers, and ran back to hug his partner and spun around barefoot. It was indeed much more brisk.Walking forward, before the melodious dance music sounded in Hong Jun's ears, he was already shocked by a strong rhythm, and he suddenly found that all the people around him were "jumping".He looked around carefully, and saw the power of this area. There were several large speakers on the ground, which were much more impressive than the tape recorders for the ballroom dance just now. The leading dancers I saw in dance halls or nightclubs were very different. These few people were not hired by someone, but real advanced elements who emerged from the masses.Hong Jun couldn't understand what kind of dance so many people were dancing together. He could only see a large group of heads bobbing up and down neatly. It wasn't a disco or street dance. Hong Jun guessed that most people were just "jumping". They seemed expressionless while jumping, making Hong Jun feel like they were doing a kind of jumping "yoga". Hong Jungang thought that he had just witnessed the hottest scene, but he realized that it was too early to draw conclusions. The most energetic group of Yangko dance teams was precisely a group of elderly people.Hong Jun immediately began to admire it, because the biggest "movement" in the entire square was not produced by any audio equipment supported by a power source, but was made by a group of elderly people by beating gongs and drums, which shows the power of "unplugged" .What Hong Jun saw was a real regular army, with uniform clothing, uniform equipment, neat movements, and the same expression, all grinning happily.Hong Jun couldn't help sighing, it seems that in China, at least in Beijing, the elderly over the age of sixty are the happiest.Hong Jun was also infected, and felt a lot more relaxed, and even started to feel a little excited, because he only needs another 20 years, and he can be as happy as them. Hong Jun clasped his hands in front of his chest, watching the elderly Yangko team twisting and turning, listening to the monotonous drum beats over and over again, the people who twisted and beat were still full of energy, but Hong Jun who was standing felt a little tired, so he Go on aimlessly.Soon, he found the densest group of people in the square, with three floors inside and three floors outside, and the outermost people stood on tiptoes, turning their necks from time to time to look for gaps in the crowd to look in.Hong Jun hadn't seen the excitement for many years, but now he seemed to be a different person. He opened a crack and forced his way in. His shoes were all trampled off, so he pulled the cloth shoes and squeezed in until he reached the feet of the standing people. On the innermost floor, I found that there are still squatting and sitting on several floors. A wooden table is supported on the palm-sized space around it. A TV is placed on the table, and several electrical black boxes are placed under the table. Either a VCR or a VCD.A karaoke movie was playing on TV, and a man was standing by the table, holding a microphone and singing loudly, wearing the same "old man's shirt" as Hong Jun, with the hem rolled up from bottom to under the armpit, shy With a belly, it seems that he is a singer among the migrant workers on the nearby construction site. After the song "Big Sedan Chair" was sung, there was a lot of applause and applause, and Hong Jun couldn't help applauding too.He seemed to be completely immersed in the atmosphere, blending with the people around him, Hong Jun felt at ease and happy, he slapped his hands harder and harder, and shouted louder and louder.But he still didn't feel satisfied. He felt a restlessness in himself, an emotion in his chest that needed to be vented.Hong Jun seems to be a cicada that has just emerged from a thick shell. He wants to announce that he has changed. He is no longer a guy who can only shrink in the shell and climb on the tree trunk. He can fly. A tune that Hong Jun seemed to be familiar with played, he had heard this prelude, he knew how to sing this song, and he was going to sing this song now.He saw a squatting man stand up not far away, raised his foot and looked for a place to stay in the crowd, and was about to walk towards the table where the microphone was placed.Hong Jun jumped forward, as if someone behind him had pushed him. He jumped on top of the seated person, regardless of stepping on someone's foot or leg, and snatched the table, stumbling to the ground. He rushed to the table and grabbed the microphone.At this time, the prelude was over, and the lyrics were already playing on the screen. Hong Jun paused, took a few breaths, adjusted his breathing, and just waited for his favorite part, and sang at the top of his voice: "If the heart is , the dream is..., to see success or failure, life is heroic, just start all over again..." Chapter 43: Chapter Six (7) Hong Jun smiled, grinned to himself, shook his hands, and walked on the street, with the square, the crowd, and the singing behind him. Suddenly, the phone in his trouser pocket rang. "Are you here to express condolences again?" Hong Jun thought, "It's too late for this person to hear the news of my layoff." Hong Jun took out his mobile phone, glanced at the caller ID, there was a string of mobile phone numbers, but no name was displayed, thinking who it could be, he pressed the answer button, put it to his ear, and said, "Hello, who is it?" "Excuse me, is this Jim Hong?" When Hong Jun heard his English name being called, he seemed to be someone from the circle, and seemed to have some accent. "I am, who are you?" Hong Jun asked again. "Hello, Jim. I'm Jason, Jason Lin, and I'm from Visier Company." Hong Jun's heart immediately beat faster. It seemed that he had been waiting for this call, but now that the call came, his feeling seemed to be different from what he had expected at the beginning.Hong Jun has heard that this is a typical Taiwanese mandarin, and Lin Jiesen is the general manager of Visier China. Hong Jun calmed himself down, and said as naturally as possible: "Hello, Mr. Lin, why do you think of calling me?" "I'm a bullshit, don't be like this, just call me Jason, Jason is fine too." Jason said happily. Hong Jun wanted to laugh, this Taiwanese seemed really down-to-earth, without putting on airs, he only said three sentences, and even brought out "shit".But Hong Jun has dealt too much with foreigners, Hong Kong people, and Taiwanese. He knows that many Taiwanese like to use this kind of "rudeness" to shorten the distance with each other during conversations. Hong Jun didn't answer, he was waiting for Jason to answer what he just asked, and for Jason to clarify his purpose. Jason went on to say: "Jim, it's not too late to call you now, is it? I guess you must have been sleeping very late during this period." Hong Jun clearly felt that Jason's words contained an undisguised sense of gloating, which made him feel a little uncomfortable. He wanted to keep silent and let Jason continue, but he still responded out of politeness: " Fortunately, it's not too late, my mobile phone is always on 24 hours a day, except for flying." Jason's laughter came from the phone: "Haha, Jim, you are really dedicated." Hong Jun didn't speak, Jason said, "I just got off the plane and flew to Beijing from Shanghai." Hong Jun asked again, he was really not used to Jason going around in circles like this: "Is there anything you can do for me?" Jason's laughter sounded again: "Haha, Jim, you are asking the question knowingly, I came to Beijing specially to meet you." Hong Jun already knew the purpose of Jason's call, but he wanted to pretend that he didn't guess it, and he also pretended not to be in a hurry to know, but Hong Jun didn't reply. Jason said, "Jim, I really want to meet with you and have a good chat. Is your time available tomorrow?" Hong Jun knew that the call he had been waiting for forty days finally came, and the opportunity he had imagined for himself when he asked Pete to fire him finally came.Hong Jun also knew that after a happy day, he was about to return to his original circle.He just didn't know whether he was about to fall into the trap set by Jason, or Jason fell into the trap set by Hong Jun, but one thing he could be sure of was that he had already fallen into the next trap he set for himself .