Chapter 10 chapter eight

Reviewing TOEFL is equally boring and I can't stand it for just one month.In the mock exam, I got almost full marks in grammar and reading, and I felt pretty good about myself in the composition.The problem lies in listening, which is somewhat similar to the logic of GRE, and I can't concentrate all the time.After listening to it for a few minutes at most, my mind started to wander, and my mind wandered like sleepwalking. I could jump from the boa constrictor in the Amazon forest to Zinoviev in the Comintern and then back to the filth in the latrine. Could it be that I have schizophrenia or neurasthenia?Went to a few doctors.Seeing how lively I was talking and laughing, they didn't give me a checkup at all, and they unanimously judged that I had nothing wrong with me.What's wrong with them is vague, to the effect that there are large individual differences, unbalanced left and right brain development, and unbalanced image thinking and abstract thinking.A doctor also said that if you are underdeveloped in one aspect, you will be abnormally developed in the other; blind people have good ears and deaf people have sharp eyes, that's the reason.There is no cure for this disease, and there is no need to cure it.At my insistence, the doctor prescribed a bunch of expensive brain-soothing liquid and told me to get out.This thing is like brown sugar water, it has no effect at all, it just fills the flowers.

Inadvertently, I became a patient with intractable diseases. Could it be related to the too much noise in the downtown area where I live?After autumn, my sister in Chengdu asked me to live in her house for a few months, and her house was very quiet.I figured it out, if I lived in her house for two months and took the exams together in Chengdu after New Year's Day, I would be relieved.I don't think there is any need to attend any training courses. Congenital low IQ and acquired neurosis are just like smart liquid for height-enhancing shoes, and it's useless to fix them. In addition to reviewing by myself, I also tutored my nephew's homework.When he was in the fourth grade of elementary school and saw that I was always drawing those matrix or maze-like permutations and combinations on paper, he curiously asked me what it was. wake me up.After a period of time, the "hearing distraction" remained the same, and the "logic disorder" did not improve.I decided to move from the north of the city to the vicinity of Sichuan University in the south of the city, where there is more atmosphere, and it is convenient to check information, register, and take exams.

I found a building in Zongnan Village and shared it with a middle-aged couple.After that, speed up the review pace and extend the review time.The weather is getting colder and colder, and I am in a house without any heating facilities, like staying in an ice cellar.The winter in Chengdu is cold and humid, and the air and clothes can wring out water, freezing into the bone marrow and soul.Every morning I would wear my brother-in-law’s military overcoat, huddled in front of the desk, deducing those boring logic problems, or wearing a microphone like sleepwalking.Feet wriggled constantly, or lightly stepped on the cold concrete floor.Until lunch, I went out to find a small restaurant like a wind, and gobbled it up to relieve my stomach.If I'm lucky, there will be a glimmer of gray sunlight slanting in in the afternoon, which is my happiest short time.

At the end of the year, the pace is tight step by step, and the effect is always not good.Love someone.I rushed to the Examination Office of Sichuan University to make an appointment, and finished two exams within three days.On the same day, stay at the Sichuan University Guest House. The TOEFL situation was worse than the simulation, and there were always whispers outside the test room as if they were arguing.As usual, I fell into schizophrenia during the listening test, which was similar to the logic test.I took the GRE test the next day, and after a few logic questions, I couldn't help but repeat the same mistakes.In a hurry, I simply held the computer mouse and clicked and clicked until I clicked "Confirm" without hesitation. It was almost the same as last time. I didn't even bother to remember the grades and left.

Go to TMD TOEFL!To hell with the GRE! ——GRD (Note: GRD, a national curse, suspected to be "dog day".) It's not too bad!I hid in the private room of the Internet cafe to spend the afternoon, and before I left, I sent an email to Wu Tongtong, announcing that I was liberated from then on.That night, after drinking half a catty of shochu, I was staggering around in the cold and rainy Chengdu streets, in a daze.In the middle of the night, Wu Tongtong called my room. Our tone was unusually calm, like two polite friends. "Tossing this year is hard enough for you, after all, it has been lost for so many years."

"Anyway, I'm idle, it's necessary to know how much I have." My voice was like a bird with broken wings. "Your GRE is pretty good regardless of logic, just look at the TOEFL, send the test number, and I will check it for you in one month." "It's a waste." "Ten dollars, little Case, I still owe you." "I forgot. Don't mention it, no one owes anyone else." "Then what are you going to do?" "Who knows? I'm free, and you are also free. Don't worry, I won't pester you anymore." I let out a long breath.

"Don't say it so harshly, we are still friends." She was silent for a moment, "Are you still going to Beijing?" "What are you going to do? Looking for Chen Ning'an to open a bookstore?" I laughed. "If I don't leave, we can partner, and we can be friends." "What are you doing, I'm penniless now." I sighed. "Did the stock market lose money?" "It's almost a loss, cut off all the meat." "It's miserable enough, are you blaming me? How many times have you been told not to call, not to act rashly, calm down first, and you won't listen."

I smiled wryly: "I don't blame you, I just blame my bad luck, meeting the wrong person at the wrong time and place." "Hehe, it's still my fault." She laughed. "People in love are like asses, and I know I'm stupid." "Don't blame yourself. People have many ways of life, as long as you feel good about it." "Sounds like party secretary or political commissar." I sneered. "Hehe, are you mocking me?" "Okay. You study hard, get your degree as soon as possible, get your green card, and find your husband. I'm relieved too." I suppressed my sobs and tried to find support between pretending to be A and pretending to be C.

She laughed again: "Are you worried that I won't be able to get married?" "Yeah, troubles are troubles everywhere." I also laughed. "I'm not troublesome at all. If you want, you can solve the so-called troubles you imagined right away." "Oh, I forgot you're a rare species over there." "Actually, I'd be happy to be your friend." "It's a great honor." I said sourly, "The doctor who studied in the United States made friends with the laid-off workers. This matter can be featured on 'News Salt Broadcasting' and magazines."

"Why are you here again, glorious? Is there a young laid-off worker like you? Besides, you keep saying that, who cares? It's really Xianglin's wife. People only care about whether you are successful or not. Are you short-hearted?" she reproached. "Hehe, I am self-aware." The family was relieved and hoped that I would stop messing around. America was too far away for them.I decided to spend a few days in Chengdu and asked someone to bring the manuscript of the dystocia.Revise once from beginning to end, go to the printing room and input word by word, and save it on a floppy disk.I have contacted the publishers one by one, but there is no clear statement.

After the Spring Festival in 2001, I often went to Internet cafes for entertainment, watching some popular Internet literature, and wanted to serialize it online to see the reaction.After several portal websites were launched at the same time, I was surprised by the strong response from readers, with tens of thousands of comments a day.I contacted the editors and let them see the spectacle.Wu Tongtong was also very excited and mobilized foreign students to watch it.The family was happy for me, my mom went to the Internet cafe for the first time, she was wearing reading glasses, looking at the picture of her son on the computer screen, reading some comments, thinking it was also good.I'm ready to go to Beijing again. There is an interview with a character in a major newspaper.Hu Meng, a young man from Northeast China, is a poet. He wanders around, suddenly realizes that life is precious, and refuses to play any more.He ran to Beijing, seized an opportunity, planned a book on high technology and sold it to Americans, earning 10 million in an instant, and became a myth in the publishing industry.While my blood boiled, I wanted to make a phone call with this legendary figure.If I can earn 1.8 million for my poor book, I will be satisfied. I approached the reporter and politely explained the purpose of my visit. He readily gave Hu Meng his cell phone number.I reckon that people like Hu Meng are so busy that they drop the banknotes on the floor and don’t even bother to bend over. Only in the afternoon when they either take a nap or squat on the toilet, there is always time for a conversation.So I called in the afternoon, and the call got through, probably because the limelight was so strong during this period, I was used to calling, "Hello—" that sound was very casual.Let me compliment him first, hehehe is not worth mentioning, there is still a long way to go in the future.He said that the publishing market is recovering, and the opportunity has come.I took the opportunity to mention my book and asked him to check it out on the website.He asked me to call him in three days. The phone call three days later was very pleasant. Hu Meng not only wanted my manuscript, but also me.He thought I wasn't too stupid, so he hoped that I would join him, and he reserved the post for me: chief planner and chief editor of the book.He said that the company has just been established, and there is a lot of waste waiting to be done, so it can be done in a big way.The salary is 3,000 yuan, plus benefits.He said that the company is in a high-end commercial and residential building, and he can live temporarily when he goes there.I bargained with him and asked for a salary of 4,000. He laughed: "Oh my god! 4,000 is also called money? 3,500, don't forget that there is a working lunch every day." I agreed, and agreed to take up my post as soon as possible.My mother laughed at the side: "Such a big boss still talks about the price by hundreds or hundreds of dollars." "It's not confused about big things, but not confused about small things! Big-tailed wolves are like this, and they will have a future if they follow suit." I am very confident. My family members felt that this was a bit unbelievable, and advised me not to act rashly.I promise to bring only 3,000 yuan this time, and do a survival experiment.If they fail, they will go back home, stop tossing, and try to live the life that laid-off workers should live.My life path is actually very broad: to be a contemporary Xiangzi camel, to set up a street vendor, to work as a temporary worker, to open a small rice mill or tofu shop and so on. I also thought about asking for help from the only rich man I knew, Xu Dakuan, as a small clerk, I guess it would not be a big problem.Xu Dakuan, nicknamed "Xu Dakuan", started out in business and trade, and then entered construction and real estate. In just a few years, he has become a billionaire and is known as "Li Ka-shing of the city".A few years ago, when I was engaged in paid journalism, I hired him, and I also worked part-time in his company for a few months.I still took the name of his company.Xu Da treats people generously, but he has never been interested in the cultural industry. I persuaded him several times but was declined. In addition, his business is getting bigger and bigger, so he rarely contacts.The last time I contacted was to borrow a car after my father passed away.I figured, if the stock market doesn't rebound, I'll bite the bullet and borrow him two thousand yuan. After the stock market plummeted for several weeks in a row, I thought there would be a rebound, so I went to the stock market to sit and watch to save some meat.I was dumbfounded at the opening of the market. The market was like a crashed space object, falling into a bottomless black hole. The electronic screen was all green. Except for the date and time, there was not even a red dot. Most of the stocks were firmly sealed. The price limit made this rare cold spring even worse.I felt so cold that my teeth chattered with cold. The hall was stunned at first, then sobbing, and soon the crying was loud, and the strange men and women were crying with their heads in their arms, almost suffocating.Suddenly there was a loud curse: "Damn you!" An old man next to me smashed his teacup onto the platter, and there was a loud "bang" like a charge, and more teacups, mineral water bottles, wooden blocks, and chairs were smashed all at once. To the big screen, I also threw the umbrella over.Someone picked stones and bricks from outside, and they smashed them on the big screen and automatic trading machines like a meteor shower, instantly messing up like a slaughterhouse.A few security guards lazily came over, first saying, "Good job! We're at a loss too." Then they interfered pretentiously, and were sent away by people.The employees of the securities company ran over arrogantly and aggressively to ask the crime, and were beaten so that they ran away with their heads in their hands.During the melee, suddenly there was a loud "crash", the huge glass door slammed down, a scream was extremely sharp, and a woman fell to the ground in response.I squeezed desperately through the impenetrable wall of people.A piece of glass measuring one meter square was deeply embedded in the head of the middle-aged woman, as deep as her temple. Blood flowed profusely, and her face was blurred. A few gradually faint "My ticket!" The ambulance came in terror and panic, the woman was sent to the car, the doctor rescued her on the spot for a while, and declared her dead immediately.Another round of passion and smashing, shouting slogans: Find out the black hand in the stock market, fuck the 18th generation of the ancestors of the "Zhengjianhui", blow up the stock exchange... The police who heard the news did not act rashly, and confronted everyone.Dicheng is a small place, and many policemen and stockholders know each other, even relatives and friends.And the police publicly said that they are also stockholders and sympathize with everyone.A few vandals disappeared, and the police pretended to wait for everyone to report, and they also waited for them to turn themselves in. There was a burst of laughter, and they dispersed soon. This incident caused a lot of trouble in the city, and my mother knew about it.In order to prevent further cuts in the stock market, my family raised two thousand for me, Xu Dakuan sponsored two thousand, and even gave me a farewell trip.I thought about it again and again, and in addition to my ID card, I also brought my dismissal certificate.That is the legal status given by the government, and maybe it can be used as a shield at critical times.