Chapter 37 Chapter Thirty-Five

Yanzi, who hadn't contacted me for a long time, suddenly called and asked me to turn on a certain channel on the TV immediately. I said I didn't have a TV, and she yelled angrily: "How can you not have a TV at such a critical time?" "I haven't watched TV for a long time, and the wires have been cut." Swallow yelled after hearing this, and I laughed, "What happened? I was taken aback. Bin Laden was caught or Bush Jr. was assassinated?" "It's none of my business, sister, my TV series is on!" She couldn't help but confessed, I was really surprised, and said that the little girl is doing well in movies!She complained, "Boss, when did you think I was promising?"

I hurriedly apologized: "When did I underestimate you? I just remind you to keep a low profile, it's a pity I can't see your demeanor." Swallow said: "Tell me the address, and I will send you a set of CDs right away." "I don't have a DVD, so I don't have that much free time. My brother is just an ascetic, in a daze." "Then come and see me." "Is this appropriate? You are also a celebrity, can I still see you? Do I need my agent to arrange it in advance?" I asked with a smile. "Boss, don't make fun of me."

"How long will it take, I'm still busy." I hesitated. "Twenty episodes, but I only appeared in the fifth to eleventh episodes." "Oh, and then died?" I laughed. "What are you talking about, and then I'm in the madhouse." She laughed wildly, as if she hadn't been released from the hospital yet. After changing clothes and going out, I took Lao Hong's car to Xueyuan South Road where Yanzi lived. This was the first time I went to Yanzi's "home".Yanzi came out in her pajamas and slippers. She was faceless, with long hair and shawls. Her face had more blood, she was a little more beautiful and sexy, and she was also surprisingly mature.This is a one-bedroom apartment in an old building in an ordinary community. It is simply decorated and fairly clean.A laptop is the most conspicuous on the table, and Yanzi said that he just bought it.

"It's worth more than all my belongings." I looked around the room, "They're all celebrities, so it's worth living here, right?" "Boss, this is my tenth home in Beijing, and it is already the best. Have you forgotten the glory days when we lived in the basement?" Swallow arranged me on the canvas sofa in the living room, and took out the boxed dishes. film, put in a DVD, and get a few cans of "Carlsberg" out of the freezer.I joked: "Now that I have grown up, I can even import beer." "Let's not run on each other." Yanzi said, I felt a little uncomfortable: "Are you just wearing pajamas like this?"

Yanzi looked at himself and then at me: "Haven't seen it? I used to wear it all the time in the basement, and I like it at home. ——Watch all or just my few episodes?" "How long is each episode?" "Forty minutes—not counting subtitles or anything." "Then why don't we go at night?" "It's okay, there's a party anyway, and Shunzi is coming too." She suddenly said angrily, "Boss, aren't you willing to spend a little time for me? You asked me to drink, and I didn't come forward whenever I was called And come out?"

"That's your sip. Well, look at our revolutionary friendship." I opened the beer and drank it with her. This is a modern urban emotional drama, the kind that is flooded, and it is written about the group of liquor girls in bars.I said this role is suitable for you, a wine master.Yanzi plays the role of Yujiao, a waiter who sells foreign wine in a high-end bar. She deals with all kinds of people. , embarrassed.Once, several bosses and corrupt officials suggested gambling and drinking, and she politely refused when she saw that the other party was crowded.Several people became wild and wanted to commit rape. Yujiao picked up a fruit knife from the table and stabbed the naked body while struggling, causing one death, one castration and one injury, and Yujiao was imprisoned.I yelled, "Fuck you! That's self-defense!"

"I can't help but make up the script like this." She said, and I wondered: "No, you didn't go to the madhouse?" "You believe this too?" Yanzi took out a bunch of discs from the cabinet again, "You know, I have already filmed five movies. The first three movies are extras, and the first movie is only three minutes long." "Look at your debut." "Farewell, you have to hold the remote control board and pass by without paying attention." "It's okay, it's not bad to look at the appearance." I said and put the disc into the video player, fast forwarded and backed for a long time, and finally pulled Yanzi out.This is an ancient costume drama, and Swallow plays the role of a civilian girl, with blue silk and white clothes, and a pink face, quite delicate.Swallow happily accompanies his mother to watch juggling in the market, when bandits and cavalry suddenly attack, the situation is chaotic, and the dust is flying, and everyone helps the old and the young to flee for their lives. The "Swallow" mother and daughter were chased by the bandit soldiers, and the old mother was cut to the ground with blood streaming down her face. "Swallow" was picked up by the bandits, bowed and hugged by the waist, and roared away with a grinning grin. "Swallow" was hanging horizontally on the horse, struggling desperately.

"It's over, without beginning or end." "It must have been made to be Mrs. Yazhai!" I laughed so hard that I couldn't close my mouth. The third part is still a costume drama, the only difference is that all the men have braids on their heads, revealing the front half of their bluish-glowed heads, with a look of ignorance.This time she played the role of Xiaoqian, a brothel girl, standing in front of the window of a stilted building like a charm fox, flirting with the men on the street, throwing a handkerchief and a hydrangea when she met a wealthy businessman and scholar. .The men salivated with lewd smiles on their faces, and went upstairs in a hurry.When a yamen stripped naked with a lewd smile and wanted to do good deeds, Yanzi in a bellyband suddenly took out a dagger from under the pillow and stabbed the prostitute, who clutched his crotch and struggled to death.A man hiding in the closet came out and carried the body away and sent it to a black shop like Sun Erniang.I had a smirk on my face: "Do you want to make human meat buns?—Is this the end?"

"It's over." Yanzi grabbed the remote control board and asked me, "What do you think of my performance?" "The plots are similar, why are they all abnormal human beings?" I joked. "Fuck! Acting." "It's better than I imagined, you have opened up the situation." I picked up the wine jar and touched her, "I wish you success, if you continue like this, you won't be in "Human Essence"—oh, "Human Essence" No, it’s impossible not to be targeted by the paparazzi, go to a nightclub with this king today, and have an affair with that famous director tomorrow.”

"Hehe, I'm going to be gone every now and then! I've been in a lot of newspapers, but I haven't been scandalized yet." Swallow laughed loudly, and took out a pile of newspapers from the cabinet.Sure enough, she appeared on the entertainment page under the new stage name of "Mei Xia Tong". There are photos of her life or stills, the space is not too long, and the reviews are not bad.Amidst my praise, there was an imperceptible sadness in Yanzi's eyes.She opened cans and cans of beer, and I sipped them.Suddenly, she asked me: "Boss, do you know why I invited you here today?"

"Celebrate!" "What's there to celebrate?" "Aren't you drunk? What are you talking about celebrating?" I was a little puzzled.Swallow suddenly lost control and said loudly: "I'm not drunk! It's not worth celebrating!" I asked: "What's the matter with you? Isn't there still a party?" "No, I lied to you." She said, "Sunzi won't come either. He's a kid, so I won't pollute him." "From your tone, I don't seem to be pure." I looked at her suspiciously.Swallow looked at me drunkenly, revealing a femininity that I had never seen since I knew her, and she said softly and calmly: "Boss, we came out of the same basement, you are a writer—or may be A writer, I just asked you to listen to my nagging, and I can count it as some material for you. I didn’t tell you anything before, because I also wanted to be a writer. Now I won’t be able to take care of it for a while. Let me tell you, there is no copyright fee." "You seem to have a lot of stories. Except for the time Mr. Xu invited you to drink, we have been separated for less than three years." I stared at her hesitantly. "Fuck you, who is separated from you?" She giggled, then looked at me straight, "Do you think I'm not drunk?" "I wish you were drunk and told the truth after drinking. But—this is your absolute privacy." "Damn! I'm willing to say, will you listen?" She became a little impatient. "Okay, tell me." You are not afraid of what you say, but are you afraid of what you hear? "You know why I said it wasn't worth celebrating?" I shake my head.Swallow stood up, drank all the beer, slammed the can on the ground, stepped on it hard, and burst into tears: "Because all these so-called successes came from my fucking sleep!" Although I have heard about the dirty industry behind the glamorous surface and expected her next words, I was at a loss for what she said so suddenly and blatantly. After all, this happened right next to me. Happened to my "living-in girlfriend".I thought of Wenya far away in Australia, thankful that she escaped from this glamorous quagmire. Yanzi lit another cigarette, but I didn't stop her, and she started to talk endlessly with a curse-like sentence, "This circle is really not a place for human beings"... The story of the swallow was like a poison that destroyed me. I wanted to cry, vomit, yell, smash, loot, kill and set fire.Swallow clung to my arm like a lunatic and shook it desperately, howling: "Boss, if one day I become a slut, please tell others, I was innocent!" "Definitely." I laughed like a fool, "If one day I become a hooligan, please tell others that I was innocent too!" "No problem, no problem, I can prove that you used to live in the same room with a beautiful woman, haha." Yanzi's eyes were blurred with tears, her face was in a mess, just like the beautiful crazy woman on the screen. "Because the boss is an old eunuch, he can't extricate himself." I smiled wryly, gave her a few tissues, and cleaned my dirty face. "Boss, do you think I am willing to degenerate?" Swallow lay on my lap, as if muttering to himself.I smiled wryly, the party has party discipline, the state has state laws, and the practice has rules and regulations, and theft has its way.You just abide by professional ethics, and you should be awarded a model worker or something. "Ah-haha, uh-huh, you are so fucking funny! Damn!" "You will be shining golden under the spotlight soon, showing your big gold teeth." I helped her away and stumbled out the door. Filled like a beer barrel, I floated top-heavy on the empty street, and the cold wind at midnight blows my head hot and my heart sad.His stomach was suddenly cold, and he had a convulsion. He couldn't help vomiting, and he turned upside down on the lawn in a corner of the street.I staggered up the Jimen Bridge with tears in my eyes, and then slowly climbed up the overpass.The trees are bare, the sky is dark, and the city has fallen asleep.The traffic flow is sparse, the lights are dimly lit, and the chill is penetrating into the bone.Trembling against the cold wind, I took out "that job" and discharged the steaming waste liquid covered by my body under the bridge. Bathed by.I staggered down the left side of the overpass, there was no one there, the hustle and bustle of Vanity Fair during the day was dead silent, and the decayed flowers and plants were covered with heavy dust and cold frost. Under the dim light, the swallow's ghostly body suddenly appeared. In order to help me get a Beijing hukou, Xiaoyu's uncle really introduced that key person who was beating around the bush.I have no reason not to pay attention to this matter, treat guests to dinner.According to Uncle Xiao Yu's wishes, the dinner was arranged in a good Fat Niu Hot Pot City.He said that the weather is cold, and it takes a long time to eat hot pot, so he can set the magnets calmly. This person called himself Old Su, Old Beijing, and came here in an old Audi, very friendly.When ordering food and drinks, Lao Su only needed a bottle of ordinary "Wuliangye" and a box of soft "Zhonghua". Others insisted on what the customer wanted, so I handed over the task to Xiaoyu. The principle is to eat well. After a few words of pleasantries, Uncle Xiao Yu asked Lao Su, do you have any experience in this matter?Old Su didn't answer directly, but instead asked, "Do you know Wang Dachong?" "What's the name, this is, and the shallots and garlic!" Uncle Xiaoyu smiled and shook his head.I unscrewed the "Wuliangye" and asked, "Are you talking about a young director?" "Look, it's still this connoisseur." Old Su chuckled, "He was the only one who lived in the basement of my house without a name. I'll take care of it." I was a little surprised: "He is such a successful person, why does he still care about Beijing hukou?" "Haha, what is he? There are many more famous people than him." Old Su skillfully spread the tablecloth on his lap, "There is only one in Beijing, and any awesome person who comes to Beijing, he has to pick up the food." Tails come; even the President of the United States, the Secretary-General of the United Nations, has to listen to our arrangements, right?" "That's that." I complimented, and offered another piece of evidence, "One of the reasons for the outbreak of the Opium War was that foreigners refused to bow down to our emperor, and there was no sky." Lao Su once again praised me for my knowledge, and I carefully verified: "Isn't the trend of household registration policy becoming more and more liberal?" Old Su took out a cigarette, and I served Connie as quickly as I did when I lighted a cigarette. Old Su took a puff of cigarette: "Yes, the household registration in small and medium-sized cities is being liberalized, and Beijing——, will never be possible, unless Beijing is no longer called Beijing. .” "It's called Beiping." I interjected, and Lao Su said, "Brother, just to remind you, don't call Beijing Beiping in front of Beijingers. You must be in a hurry. It's like taking off the crown for others Equivalent to—equal to—” "Stroke off the peacock's wings." Seeing that his face was blushing, I took the blame. Xiaoyu asked: "What does Beijing hukou mean? Why don't I, a Beijinger, realize that?" "Oh girl, you don't know how to be blessed when you are in the blessing." Old Su said with a smile, "What does Beijing Hukou mean? Let's put it simply, face, dignity and benefits. Let's not talk about the false, just tell the truth—— —Xiao Ge probably knows all about it, right?” I said, "I know basically everything, such as employment, affordable housing, and children's education. Are these the main ones?" "More than that, but just these few things, how much advantage do you have to take advantage of." Lao Su spit out lotus flowers, just like a dedicated old bustard showing off his red card, "Let's not talk about employment, but you don't have any civil servants or state-owned enterprises. Beijing hukou, no need to talk about it; you have to be a Beijinger even to open a bus rental and be a traffic assistant. This is not discrimination. And let’s talk about going to school. You may have to peel off your skin if you are admitted to a third-rate university in Beijing. Here, depending on your talent, Peking University, Tsinghua Normal University, and Renmin University are not up to you to choose?—Oh, you are too late , this blessing will be enjoyed by your descendants." "These people all over the country know." "There are still advantages." Old Su said, "It's easy to go abroad. It's much easier to go abroad with the passport of the Beijing Hukou Office. ——Have you ever been abroad?" I said embarrassingly: "Ashamed, I have never been anywhere except Java - oh, and Singapore, Malaysia, and Thailand." "I took her to Madian North Taiping Village in Xinjiekou." Xiaoyu revealed on the spot, "Listen to his nonsense, he has sleepwalked in the Milky Way." My old face is as hot as an electromagnet board, and it can boil mutton. "Hey, look at these young couples, they are a perfect match!" Lao Su laughed, took a sip of tea, and continued, "You will know later, the embassy will ask you where your registered residence is when you get a visa, and once they hear that you are a child The visa officer is wondering if this person is going to stay in another country and not come back? They have figured out China’s national conditions.” "No matter how stupid a devil comes into our village, he has to become a monkey spirit." I agreed and refilled his cigarette. "Well, who in this world would dare to be younger than Huahuachangzi, right?" Lao Su continued, "Let me tell you this, if we compare China to the whole world, the Beijing hukou is the US green card— —, and more than that, a U.S. citizen.” "What about the Shanghai hukou?" Xiao Yu interjected, and Lao Su waved his hand: "Shanghai hukou is just a small Japanese green card. No matter how powerful Japan is, the United States is holding it back; No matter how awesome Shanghai is, our Beijing is the leader, what do you say? Is this the reason? Hong Kong household registration is good, that is an exception, and the price is too high, let’s not talk about this, where are you going—isn’t your daughter-in-law a Beijinger?” I nodded again and again, bowed my eyebrows and bent down to add wine to Lao Su: "Yes, I like to stay in Beijing begging for nothing. People say that half of the country's rich are in Beijing, and more than half of the famous are in Beijing. Let alone those who pee standing in public toilets, ten of them have eight deputy directors; half of them are squatting and half of them are deputy directors. People all over the country yearn for Beijing, and all people on earth yearn for Beijing, even aliens wander blindly 'SARS' sandstorms are here to join in the fun." Everyone laughed.Old Su praised me: "My brother is worthy of being a poet who dances and writes. He is already a bit like a Beijinger (Note: "Faner", a Beijing dialect, originated from Peking Opera, refers to technique and style, and later extended to temperament and style.) .” "Don't you dare? We're just playing hooligans in front of Guan Gong and snoring in front of the ruffian—playing with axe." I said humbly, "I came here because I was attracted by Beijing's Hutong culture, but our tongue It's still not round enough, and the pronunciation of Erhua is not good, and it's showing up." "Let Xiaoyu teach me more, it's okay, I won't be able to 'Huang Faner' soon (Note: "Huang Faner", a Beijing dialect, originated from Peking Opera, and I don't know the point, and I can't play it properly.)." Old Su Continuing to eloquently, his pure Beijing accent and Beijing rhyme danced together with greasy and spicy saliva, "Don't talk about us Chinese, how many returnees and even foreigners are crying for a Beijing work visa. How about Shanghai? Is there any business? The culture is still sissy, and it’s a comprador culture when it’s exhausted; Beijing has been a capital city for hundreds of years, and it’s still a small fishing village; let alone Shenzhen, it’s just a processing factory! What do we want in Beijing? How many people are crying and telling grandma to come to Beijing! Don’t look at Beijing’s tolerance, who doesn’t like you to pay taxes, right? It’s hard for you to become a Beijinger, and you are restricted everywhere—you have applied for a temporary residence permit, right?” Old Su smiled like a martial arts master firmly pinching my life, and I said shamelessly: "Yes, from C to B, I have advanced with the times, and I can also pretend to be——!" "That's the end of it." Old Su laughed loudly, leaned closer to me and added, "Brother, to put it bluntly, you will be unemployed one day, and the subsistence allowances will be several times higher than those in other places."——Let's just kidding Ah, how can you get labor insurance!" "That's not sure. If you don't eat for free, you won't eat, let alone I have paid taxes." Uncle Xiaoyu couldn't help it anymore: "Old Su, don't talk about these things, if we don't understand, I won't send you as a rescuer." "Okay, let's make a long story short, who are we with whom?" Lao Su briefly introduced some Beijing residence registration policies, and I showed embarrassment: "I still have some gaps in this talent standard. First of all, I don't have a graduate degree." Old Su chuckled: "Brother, you are a literati, what do you say in the literacy - when the fake is the real, the real is also fake, there is something for nothing, and there is nothing." Xiao Yu looked blank, and her uncle explained it again, to the effect that: if you say you are a talent, you are a talent and you are not, and if you say you are not a talent, you are not a talent and you are not.Old Su corrected: "That's not what we meant, isn't Xiao Ge a monograph?" Xiaoyu cut the corners: "A few books have been published, and a new book will be published at the end of the year—academic." Old Su said: "There is a drama here, let's deal with the same level of education; rules are dead, people are alive." "How do you think this works?" Uncle Xiaoyu's classmate said, Lao Su bowed his head for ten seconds, then raised his head and said, "We are buddies, I don't want a penny from you, or at most a little money for tea and gas, this matter There are many links. First of all, I have to find the accepting unit for you, how tight the establishment is now; then find the personnel department, the public security department, and finally find the receiving street; by the way, you are based on the same academic level, and you have to find the education department. Every There are several small links in the link, and there are many yamen. After paying homage to the city level, the district level, and the top leader, you have to ask the specific handler. You have to run, right?" Uncle Xiaoyu repeatedly said yes, and I nodded too.Uncle Xiaoyu's classmate said, "Uncle, just tell me the number." Old Su took a puff of cigarette, stretched out two fingers, shook them twice, and quickly retracted them.Everyone can see clearly that it is not the "Bagarya Road" formed by the thumb and index finger, but the V (victory) formed by the index finger and middle finger.Xiao Yu asked, "Twenty-two thousand?" "Remove the decimal point." Old Su said calmly.Uncle Xiaoyu and I were stunned for a moment, and Xiaoyu turned pale with shock: "Ah, it's so much! It's not enough for you to sell him." Old Su laughed: "Maybe everyone is not very clear about the market price, so ask around. The current market price is 250,000 to 300,000 yuan, and I said I don't want a cent. This is the price in the eighth districts of the city, and the suburban counties can be less 70,000 to 80,000, I guess you are not willing to go." There was a moment of silence, and Xiaoyu asked stupidly: "What if we follow the normal procedure?" "That's out of the question." Old Su chuckled, "Who will do it or not? People's thresholds have been broken. We don't have a clear understanding of China's affairs?" Uncle Xiaoyu looked at me, and I said, "Well, let's go back and think about it." "All right, don't be in a hurry, talk to me if you have something to do." Old Su was considerate and patted me on the shoulder as a gesture of intimacy. "To be honest, as long as we have money, there is nothing we can't do in Beijing." In a moment of complacency, I blurted out: "Old Su, look, I'll give you the money to buy the account, and you can replace the big head on the Tiananmen Gate Tower with my father's, just for a week, how about it?" Old Su laughed loudly: "This matter is difficult." For the rest of the dinner, I felt that everything I ate was not delicious, and everything I said was boring.Until obediently paid the bill, offered a "Zhonghua" cigarette, nodded and bowed and sent Lao Su to the car, closed the car door, and waved to him in the smoke.This meal with a gift cost me 16000 yuan, unprecedented or perhaps unprecedented.Sitting in Uncle Xiaoyu's "Chery" and walking back, Uncle Xiaoyu asked me: "May I ask, can I get the money?" I said that the stock market is trapped, and it should be no problem to unravel.Xiaoyu looked very distressed: "So much money is free to give them away? The down payment for buying a house is more than enough, and we can buy three of your car." Uncle Xiaoyu said, "Don't make fun of uncle's broken car. But it's a bit cruel." "Isn't it?" Xiaoyu acted coquettishly, "Uncle, can't you let him cut you gently? We are neither landlords and rich peasants nor comprador capitalists." Uncle Xiaoyu said: "Let's talk about it later, I guess there will be a few missing, and the mantissa will be removed." Xiaoyu looked at me, who was downcast, and said with pity: "Who made you born in that small place——you're still so poor?" Uncle Xiao Yu scolded her: "What are you talking about? I still want to be born in Zhongnanhai and in the White House, can you let me do that?" In the remaining few days, I searched through various channels, and Lao Su was not exaggerating, and it would be useless to lose a penny.It's impossible to buy a house, otherwise Yang Xingchen wouldn't be temporarily living in his high-end commercial house. There is no such thing as a free lunch, everything in this world is priced.Every plant, every tree, every brick, every tile, every drop of water, every inch of land is worth the money, and even the filthy air, some bastard experts say to charge breathing tax and fart tax.For freedom, black slaves in white manors have to fight with their lives; in order to marry a wife and repair a house, workers in black coal mines have to gamble with their lives... In order to change from a humble Sudra or a Veser to a decent Kshatriya Brahmins (Note: The four ranks of the Indian caste system.), the money might be worth it.Didn’t a bastard incubator philosopher say earlier—is it reasonable to exist as TMD?