2003, summer

The entrance of the Nanyang talent market was crowded with people. As noon approached, a large number of people rushed out, just like a broken water pipe with a valve that could not be blocked at all. The glass doors on both sides squeaked and even deformed, making people wonder if the two large pieces of glass were about to break down in the next second.

Fortunately, this didn't happen.

The managers of the talent market shouted loudly, asking everyone to abide by the order, but no one listened at all - this was a young newcomer, and as for the old people, they had long been looking here from a distance, with a gloating smile on their faces.

Compared with these people who are fighting to the death for a job, they are undoubtedly much happier with a job.

Du An finally "squeezes" out of the crowd - to be more precise, it was pushed out by the people behind him, and he even felt that his feet had just risen off the ground! God knows how he flew out.

As soon as he came out, he quickly jogged aside, turned around and looked at the crowded people at the gate, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He was lucky enough not to be squeezed to death, but his face dimmed again.

He still couldn't find a job, and the recruiters' words were still free: "College students? We only have skilled technical workers. You don't have work experience and do not meet our standards." "Why are college students still coming here to find jobs? Isn't the school assigned? Oh, by the way, I won't have to pay for it this year. Sorry, our unit recruits drivers, you don't even have a driver's license..."

Duane withdrew his head and looked at the road in the talent market. The cars came and went, raising waves of exhaust gas and dust. Under the vicious sun at noon, there was an illusion of mist.

His eyes were filled with pain.

This is a damn policy!

If it weren't for the newly-retrieved new policy that "in order to fully adapt to the needs of socialist modernization to cultivate various talents" and cancel the allocation of all universities in the province, he would now be sitting in the office of a state-owned enterprise.

Of course, he is the first batch of graduates to expand enrollment in universities, which is also one of the reasons for the difficulty of employment: Nanyang alone, eight universities have put more than 90,000 graduates in the market this year, which does not include those colleges and universities.

This number is so terrifying that recently, experts in newspapers have been speaking constantly, announcing the arrival of the first wave of employment winter.

And Duane is the first refugee in the severe winter.

Du Ann lowered his body, squatted on the ground like a tired migrant worker, took out a bag of soft Honghe from his pants pocket, counted, carefully pulled out one, carefully straightened the bent smoke body, then put it in his mouth, and took out a lighter with a vulgar beauty pattern from the pocket on the other side to light it. He took a long breath and blinked his eyes twice. The eyes that had risen after the smoke was full of confusion.

He actually doesn't smoke, but he has been under too much pressure recently. Thinking of the benefits of cigarettes his roommates mentioned before, he unconsciously took out three or five yuan from his tight pocket to buy a pack.

It's like buying a shortcut to temporarily get out of the pain world.

Duane was smoking a cigarette while thinking about what to do next.

Going to Shanghai seems to be a solution. The roommate Su Peng, who had a good relationship with him, called him and said that he is doing well in Shanghai now - he applied for a medical representative from Bayer, a profession that no one could appreciate in colleges and universities can now bring him nearly two thousand every month!

Compared with those students who have found jobs who stayed in Nanyang, Su Peng is indeed doing well. You should know that among the people who stayed in Nanyang, the highest salary is only more than 800 a month now.

A voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Duan?"

Duane looked up, still holding a cigarette in his mouth.

There was a person standing in front of him. Because of the backlight, the person's face was blurry and could not be seen clearly.

"Anzi, it's really you!"

The man screamed again in surprise.

Du An narrowed his eyes and stood up again, only then could he see the person in front of him clearly.

It is Liu Shancai, his college roommate.

He remembered that Liu Shancai's family was not well off. Every summer, he always wore a black short-sleeved shirt that was washed off into gray and white, or a plaid shirt with the "Third Machinery Factory" printed on his chest, but now it is very different - the other party was wearing a goose yellow stand-up short-sleeved shirt, which was not cheap, and he couldn't recognize the label on the clothes.

Liu Shancai seemed very enthusiastic, "I just look a bit like you, but I didn't expect it to be you!"

Du An was also very happy. It was not easy to meet an acquaintance in such a huge city in Nanyang. "Isn't that just me?"

The old classmates were extremely enthusiastic when they met, and they started to greet each other on the spot.

"...So, you haven't found a job yet, are you here to find a job today?"

Duan didn't answer immediately, and was silent for a while before laughing: "Yes, but I'm lucky, I finally found it and I'll go to work next week."

His roommate seemed to be doing well, which made him subconsciously not want to be compared.

But as soon as he said that, he regretted it: If Liu Shancai continued to ask him what job he had and how he was paid, how would he answer?

Fortunately, Liu Shancai didn't ask.

Liu Shancai just smiled and said, "That's good. How can you earn five or six hundred yuan a month? Is it enough to live. After all, we just graduated, we can't ask for too much. Just ride a donkey and find a horse."

Seeing that Liu Shancai was not entangled in this conversation, Du An quickly changed the subject, "By the way, what are you doing now?"

"Which is with the crew."

"Create?"

Duane blinked, of course he knew the word, but he had never seen it on newspapers and TV. He never thought that one day his acquaintance would have something to do with this word.

"Well, a small crew."

Liu Shancai seemed unwilling to talk more, and suddenly he thought of something, and slapped his thigh and said, "Hey, I said Anzi, I remembered a way to make a fortune when you mentioned it - you can be a director! It's much better than finding a job here."

Duane was dumbfounded, "Director? Me?"

"Isn't that true!"

Liu Shancai talked endlessly: "Do you know how popular our Chinese film and television market has been in the past ten years? Not to mention those Americans and British people rushed to us to send people, just say that our Chinese films can get a foreign exchange back with just one. When the Huabiao Golden Rooster Awards were held, that's even more amazing. Those foreign actors racked their brains to come over the red carpet! Who said that our Chinese film market is the most mature? I heard that the Americans recently set up a film and television base in a small place called Hollywood in the outskirts of Los Angeles, which seemed to be trying to compete with our Hengdian, but I think they are economically developed, but in the film and television industry, they can only follow our butts and eat dust! After all, the cultural heritage of five thousand years is here."

"The film market is so popular, and it has also brought investments alive. Now, as long as you have the name of a director on your head and then a script, no matter how big or small it is, you can definitely invest, at least 100,000 yuan. If you graduate from Beijing Film Academy, it will be even more effective. Investors can rob you crazy!"

"It's at least 100,000 yuan! Think about it, how much can you spend on a movie? Are you still a director, save left and right, how much can you put into your pocket?"

Du An was stunned when he heard this. He moved his mouth for a long time and said, "But I am studying management."

He didn't understand the movie at all.

Liu Shancai said "hilarious" and said, "What's wrong with studying management? Feng Xiaogang was a choreographer back then, so how could he learn to make movies? He is not still a big director now! Of course, having a certificate is always a relief - there are so many fake certificates on the street now, can you just find someone to do it? Who knows where you came from?"

"Anzi, I tell you, I don't have this ability. First of all, I can't make a fuss about the script, and a diary can suffocate me to death! But you are different. You dream like playing every day, and you can just write some of them. Wouldn't this script be released? If you have a script and a certificate, you can get the investment in place. Then you will live a good life."

Duane was silent.

Liu Shancai said, "Dream is like playing" is an old problem of him: from childhood to adulthood, he often dreams, unlike others who dream of himself, but he dreams of others - he dreams of a rich daughter and a poor boy falling in love on a luxury cruise ship, and the cruise ship finally hit an iceberg; he dreamed that dinosaurs were resurrected and locked up on an exhibition on the island, but because employees destroyed the management system, dinosaurs were raging and died countless times; he also dreamed that in the vast universe, strange people using lightsabers were fighting...

He remembered these dreams very clearly, and he even remembered what they said.

This characteristic is bad in some cases, for example, once he dreamed of a secret room.

In the secret room, there were two people who were shackled and handcuffed. In order to survive, they had to kill each other. In order to break free from the shackles, one of them sawed off his feet with his own hands. The scene was extremely bloody! He was almost awakened by fright.

These things tortured him for the first half of his life, and several classmates in his dormitory knew about it, but these bad things seemed to be really as Liu Shancai said, not completely useless.

After talking for a long time, Liu Shancai said goodbye and left. Along the way, he was thinking about his heroic figure and Du An's stunned expression: In the eyes of old classmates, his small business may also be a person who has seen the world.

I couldn't help but feel proud, so I stopped caring about how many loopholes there were in my words just now.

Du An was still standing there, silently looking at the streets where cars were coming and going, constantly recalling Liu Shancai's words just now, thinking about the feasibility.

Try out a script, make a fake certificate, and cheat investment...

This is too great. For him, who has never committed crimes since he was a child, his heart was beating, as if he was about to jump out of his throat, and his mouth was dry and nervous.

But the huge sum of 100,000 was also looking at him from afar in the same direction...

In order to support his studies, he didn't know how much money his family owed. That huge debt could crush someone to death!

Besides, he owed the landlord a month's rent and had not paid it. Fortunately, the landlord was kind-hearted and never drove him out, otherwise he would have to sleep on the street now.

The landlord is kind, but he cannot regard this love as a cost. If he can pay it back, he will immediately make up for the rent.

However, if you really do what Liu Shancai said, then you will not be a fraudster...

Duane could not make up his mind, and under anxiety, the cigarettes kept smoking one after another.

The sun shrank over his head and sank to the west, and his shadow gradually lengthened, twisted, and deformed, like a demon with its teeth and claws.

When the sky was completely dark, the street lights were on both sides of the street, and the vehicles returning home were blocked in front of them. When the sound of horns came one after another, Duane finally moved.

He opened his dry and numb mouth because he smoked too much cigarette, coughed twice, squeezed the cigarette shell in his hand into a ball, then gently let it go, and then threw the lighter with the pattern of a gaudy bikini beauty, and walked forward with great strides.

He finally made up his mind-he needs money.

Let's start with the story of sawing off your feet.

The name has been thought of.
Chapter completed!