Chapter 19 Chapter Eighteen

This catastrophe plunged Heyang City into a shadow more terrifying than death.For two months after the catastrophe, the people of Heyang dared not go out, let alone visit the square, for fear that another stone would fall from the sky.It wasn't until Huang Ya'er and Plantago Zi came back from other places that there were no people in the square. Standing at the place where Che Guanghui had an accident, Huang Ya'er suddenly remembered the ball of bird feces that was slapped on the face a year ago.She looked at the sky, the sky was blue and gray, but there were no birds. On the third day after Huang Ya'er came back, the cause of the accident was finally found out.It is said that there was a problem with a blast hole on the west side of the sixteenth floor, and the cannon died without firing.The building suddenly lost its center of gravity, and the west half of the wall on this floor was literally sprayed out.

Fortunately, there is only one blast hole. If there are more, wouldn't this Heyang City be over? Huang Ya'er thought, could the blast hole be a bird's nest?She remembered that after the strong wind passed, she had a dream. She dreamed that there was a nest of birds in the building, which was very beautiful and lovely. It was on the sixteenth floor, just to the west. No one knew what Chen Tianbiao was doing that day.I definitely didn't go to the square, and I didn't watch the bombing. It is said that on the second day after the catastrophe, someone saw him in the slums. It was at dusk, when the violent sandstorm stopped not long ago.A tall native stood under the sky of the slums, unkempt, like a tomb thief.

Based on this, some people speculated that on that day, Chen Tianbiao, the shabby boy, must have been with Huang Feng, a man from the old city.Because it is said that the bombing of a building is such a big event, Huang Feng from the old city has no reason not to go, but Huang Feng did not go, he must have been entangled by the ragtag Chen Tianbiao. How can he be entangled? When people saw Chen Tianbiao again, it was already two months after the disaster.He has lost weight, and he is almost a different person from before the disaster.But his eyes were much clearer than before. It is said that he has completed all the formalities of the yuba factory, and the yuba factory has officially changed its name to Ma Dagu Yuba Co., Ltd. Chen Tianbiao also went to another place to buy equipment, and he is currently busy with debugging.

The yard of Dunzi's house was turned into a buying point, and the couple were busy collecting beans everywhere. Huang Feng, a native of the old city, hasn't gone out for a long time.He hid in his own home, and his mind was completely devoted to reading.It was a secret note, and outsiders couldn't understand what was written on it, but Huang Feng read it with gusto.It is said that it was a book left by Mr. Wen. While reading it, Huang Feng, a man from the old city, couldn't help but burst into tears. Huang Feng knew that he was completely old, and he would follow Mr. Wen in a short time.

A red wind like last year blew over. This time people did not panic, did not hide.I just said in my heart, scrape, scrape to death this God, scrape to death this Heyang City. When the wind blows, the open space leading to the Sunshine Project in the slums is dark and full of people.I don’t know when, there was a tea stand here, which was very simple. I took a few poles from the construction site, covered it with a plastic sheet, and put some reclining chairs, tables and stools, and it became a tea stand. The tea stand was set up by Su Lianquan from the sugar factory.No one knows why this place was chosen, but there are many people here.Su Lianquan's wife is an expert at making Fucha. It is said that her Fucha contains more than a dozen kinds of ingredients.There is also a sign of "Old Su Family Fu Tea".Tea drinkers drink from morning to night, one yuan per person, which is cheap.Except for the residents in the slums, most of the visitors are newly laid-off workers. They still don't know what to do for a while, so they come to the tea stall to spend time.

The tea drinkers seldom play cards, chess or other games, and make noise when they come.The incidents in Heyang City, one after another, were all heard in Fucha. Su Lianquan had been hoping that Huang Fengneng, a native of the old city, would come to the tea stall.Because the more noisy the tea guests become, the more confused they become, and the more noisy they become, the more ignorant they become.Until the strong wind started, Huang Feng, an old city man, didn't give him this face. The strong wind was like a rumbling train, coming from far away in the western sky.The tea guests were not nervous and did not flee.They looked at the western sky, as if looking at their own tomorrow, their hearts were dark, and they felt very uncomfortable.

In the eyes of the tea guests, the two eagles began to struggle and began to take their lives. Can the eagle escape this catastrophe? On a windy night, Chen Peiling, a woman from Zhejiang, sat alone in her bedroom.She was much haggard and aged a lot. The Hehua Group she got after careful calculation was not the Hehua Group she had imagined. Li Munan rushed to buy all the valuable things in the warehouse before she bought it.After the death of the mayor Xia Hongyuan, she suddenly lost her backer in Heyang City, couldn't get a loan, and couldn't start production for a long time.The workers couldn't bear their temper and quarreled with her a few times, and now they don't come to work.And what's worse, someone reported that she had bribed wantonly in Hehua's acquisition and obtained illegitimate benefits by illegal means.The investigation team of the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection has already talked to her, and she is no longer free to move.Perhaps the next step, darker days will come.

The professional managers hired at a cost of 500,000 yuan persisted for a month and then left.Chen Peiling encountered an unprecedented crisis, and no longer had the mind to plan her career.The factory was thrown to Shen Jia, and she didn't even bother to ask. The mechanism is too clever to calculate, but in the end, all dreams are empty, life is like this! In despondency, Chen Peiling's strong eyes shed two lines of clear tears.The night was getting deeper and darker, and a sense of loneliness that she had never felt hit her, trying to clean her from soul to body.At this moment, she really wanted to see Shen Jia.In this world, Shen Jia is probably the only one who really understands her.She picked up the phone, hesitated again and again, and still called.

When Shen Jia saw the number, her heart sank. to go, or not to go?Outside the window is the overwhelming dust, there is a deafening neighing, and it is so dark that you can't stretch your fingers.Inside the window is deathly silence, loneliness, boundless loneliness.She is afraid of this loneliness. She had been waiting for another call, which was supposed to be from Beijing.When she checked the company's accounts, she accidentally discovered that Li Mu'nan had sent a sum of 100,000 yuan to a certain economics and management school in Beijing in the name of consulting fees. She immediately linked this money with Li's whereabouts.Sure enough, her friend in Beijing confirmed on the phone this morning that Li Munan was studying for an MBA at that college.

She spent a whole day in contact before calling him. The familiar yet unfamiliar person on the phone didn't talk to her for a long time. In the end, she just told her to wait for the call at night. The phone rang suddenly, Shen Jia picked it up and couldn't wait to say: "Is it Mu Nan? Mu Nan, I miss you so much..." But Chen Peiling's voice came from the other end of the phone. Shen Jia was a little disappointed, but more, she was as lonely and bewildered as Chen Peiling.Yes, at a loss.This kind of feeling was rarely seen before. She used to have confidence at all times and a clear direction at all times.But since the Hehua incident, she suddenly lost her way.

As for the direction, is it really ruined by the cruel reality? The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the entire Heyang City was shaking, almost uprooted. In the yard of the bean curd stick factory in the west of the city, Chen Tianbiao stood upright in the strong wind.The sand and dust hit his face, tore his clothes, swept away the cigarette in his hand, and tore him into pieces.But his legs are still standing firmly on the ground, like a thousand-year-old tree, the wind swept away everything in the tree, leaving only one root, trembling with the ground. Not far from Chen Tianbiao, a figure stood silently.She stood there for a long time, like a millstone, no matter how strong the wind was, it couldn't shake her footsteps.Her standing posture is also like a tree, a tree that has been bent over by the years but still insists on standing. She came back from Beijing before the strong wind, and she didn't tell anyone, including her son Wang Cheng, who also kept it a secret from her.Dunzi and Zhaodi didn't say a word.She was anxious about him, worried, she had to come.She knew that at this time, only she could be his other half. The wind continued to blow. Scrape it, sandstorm. Scrape, Heyang City——