Chapter 5 Purple Mo Hongchen (5)

When I woke up, Mr. Wang was smoothing the thin wrinkles on his designer suit with his fingers.I stared at him through the cracks and studied him for a long time.I don't think he is the same as the average man.But I didn't find out what makes him different from other men.But I have clearly realized that he is my bank in Beijing, and I have to establish a good relationship with him.Gotta find a chance to cheer him on. After the announcer asked the passengers to stretch their necks to look at the Marco Polo Bridge, the wheels of the train were rolling and approaching the city of Beijing.The passengers got excited, the men unloaded their luggage from the luggage racks, the women quietly changed out of their traveling clothes, put on skirts and all.Mr. Wang fastened his tie solemnly.Someone nearby praised Mr. Wang's clothes very friendly.I seized the opportunity and recited to Mr. Wang a piece of news I remembered from some newspaper, in order to compliment the fifty-year-old Mr. Wang for his keen grasp of the importance of gorgeous packaging in contemporary society.

"At the end of last year, the young boy in the boxing world, Dick Bow, got a quick punch and knocked Holyfield out of the championship. The former boxing champion Holly claimed that the manager and the referee manipulated the fight. The problem is that there are not many. People pay attention to Holyfield's grievances. The term "fight against injustice" has become history. The boxing champion is an idol. The idol should have magnetic attraction. The idol is a star, and the star should have dazzling demeanor and news effect. And Holyfield is wearing the boxing champion belt In the past two years, there was only one time when he appeared on the training ground with a "Bible" in his hand, which gave people a sense of freshness. Other than that, his life was ordinary. The old boxing champion Ali, Foreman, Fera Hill and Tyson, who is serving his sentence, all Knowing how to make their name shine in their prime."

Mr. Wang said: "Okay. Interesting. But I can't hear where I was praised." I said, "The key lies in the last few sentences." Some men among the passengers were more anxious than Mr. Wang and said, "Hurry up and say the end." I recited: "Professional boxing is a commodity. In today's society, the commodity must first be rich in gorgeous colors and trendy packaging. It lacks the charm of the commodity-this is the misfortune of the former boxing champion Holyfield. And we, Mr. Wang, know it well , if you come to Beijing in such a stylish suit and leather shoes, you will definitely succeed and everything will go well."

Mr. Wang laughed out loud.The surrounding passengers applauded me.Applause makes me happy.I kept saying, "Thank you. Thank you." Outside the window are the tall buildings and roads of Beijing. For the first time, Mr. Wang patted me on the shoulder and said, "Beijing is here!" "Beijing is here." "Thank you for your kind words, I finally arrived in Beijing. I like Beijing. I miss Beijing." I was very happy that Mr. Wang revealed his personal truth to me at the last moment of the long journey. I think I have finally torn off the mask of this man.I was so happy that I blurted out: "I miss Beijing too."

"Really?" "real!" Mr. Wang looked at me kindly, and said in a low voice, "After you live in Beijing, you can take 1,000 yuan from me first. Just write a receipt." I nodded vigorously. The train slowly entered Beijing Railway Station.How long and tortuous my journey to Beijing was! A frail man met us at the platform. No one told me in advance that someone would pick me up.So when this white-faced man eagerly crossed to grab Mr. Wang's box, I let out a piercing scream.Passengers turned their heads to look here.The white-faced man gave me a disgusted look.Mr. Wang quickly introduced to me: "This is my cousin in Beijing."

I said: "Hello." In order to make up for my rashness just now, I took the initiative to shake hands with Mr. Wang's cousin. "Hello." He said to me in standard Beijing dialect.When he spoke, he looked down at me from a high position, with a cold light in his pupils.It was very frustrating for me to encounter bad luck as soon as I set foot on the land of Beijing. What was even more frustrating was that after taking a taxi for more than ten minutes, we got out of the car and saw that we came to a guest house. When I crossed the street just now, I could see from the car window that Beijing had changed a lot.There are many tall buildings and heavy traffic.High-end restaurants, hotels, commercial buildings, boutique clothing stores and restaurants with foreign names abound.I think I'm really on the right track.This time, I really want to live in it, play with it, and see the new atmosphere of the capital.

The guest house is very unsightly.The floor is covered with tiles like the ones used in the bathroom; and there are still one missing in the east and one in the west.The artificial leather sofa is completely worn out with extremely unsightly sitting marks. The two pieces of oil on the buttocks that often sit on it are surrounded by black dirt. Several clocks are hung on the wall to indicate the time of different countries, but only the Chinese hour hand is moving. . I lost my voice: "Are we staying in a guest house?" Mr. Wang said: "Where can I live in a guest house?" Mr. Wang took my ID card and went to the service desk to go through the accommodation procedures.Mr. Wang's cousin suddenly spoke behind me.

"It's not very easy to find a place to live in Beijing. It's too difficult to live in a house with a bathroom and a telephone for 50 yuan. I have struggled a lot." "Fifty yuan a day?" I asked, "What else do you know? For example, the standard of my daily meals?" "I don't know. My cousin only asked me to help contact the residence." I was speechless again in frustration.Who told me not to ask Manager Jin to talk about housing standards in front of Director Guo in Wuhan?I was too inexperienced to be too kind. When the door opened, there was a smell of a guest house coming towards us. Mr. Wang stepped aside quickly to let the smell go away. I said, "The hotel doesn't have this smell."

Mr. Wang said: "The hotel has the taste of a hotel. They all have a taste." Mr. Wang inspected around the room.Picked up the phone and listened.Turned on the TV.Flushed the toilet.Finally, he stood in the middle of the room and patted the ashes on his hands, saying: "It's really good. It's not broken." I pressed the mattress and it was still soft.I sat on the bed and shrugged twice.Kick off your shoes. "That's it." I said. "It's really nice here. The location is great. Wangfujing is just ten minutes' walk away. It's very convenient for shopping and traveling."

Mr. Wang took out a small leather bag from the box.Gave me a thousand dollars.I wrote a simple receipt and the process was cleared.My mood has improved a lot.I took out the slippers from under the bed, put them on, and prepared to inspect Mr. Wang's room. Mr. Wang locked the box.Said: "You rest. I have to find another place to live." I fall back on the bed. Mr. Wang said with a bitter face: "I'm here to discuss business. I must live in a place that is convenient for work, and you need to live in a place that is convenient for sightseeing. That's what Boss Jin said."

I stood by the window and watched Mr. Wang and his cousin walk out of the guest house side by side.They talked happily and got into a taxi.Two hours later, I was woken up by the phone ringing.Mr. Wang said on the phone: "I live in Xiyuan Hotel. The phone number is 8380227 ext. Room 1501. If you need anything, please feel free to contact me.] After hanging up the phone, I went downstairs in my slippers.I asked a young boy at the front desk: "What is the star rating of Xiyuan Hotel?"