Chapter 179 South Street
The eldest brother also left Jiangning and went to a barracks with only codenames for training.
Before this, Chen Yi taught him all the movements before level 5 of physical skills, and helped him improve to level 2 of physical skills.
This method is obviously not recommended by the Paladin. In fact, the physical exercise method learned by Chen Yi was obtained by Grendler on the basis of thousands of teenagers of his age. It is the most suitable exercise method, rather than a general exercise method.
Despite this, the entire physical and technical system still exceeds the modern training mode. Chen Yi hopes that this will shorten the time the eldest brother is in the front-line army.
In order to teach the elder brother how to move before level 5 of physical skills, he also lived in the military district for three days. After returning home, his parents obviously knew the whole story.
My mother is much stronger than I imagined, while my father is a little anxious.
Chen Yi called her younger sister and called her home. This way, the family of four could reduce the worries of her parents.
Fang Manyi and Chen Congyu were both people who came through the storm. The initial panic was a normal reaction. When I received a call from my eldest son the next week, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
There is no war on the left and right, so it’s better to go to the field troops.
They comforted themselves, and at the same time comforted Chen Yi and his younger sister. In fact, everyone knows that Chen Heng was not as simple as the army. There are really not many places that are better at being in the military headquarters than this qualification.
However, seeing that his parents had returned to normal working conditions, Chen Yi then returned to school and sent an email to greet his elder brother for physical exercise.
They are allowed to contact their home approximately once a week or monthly, and they can save unread letters in the email, making it easier to read them regularly.
Han He was impatient when he returned to school.
He always sends two text messages and one phone call every day. Now he heard that Chen Yi has arrived in the classroom and can no longer hold back and runs over.
Chen Yi asked him to sit on the left without any worries and slowly savor the tea.
The one who makes tea is naturally Han Jie. The aroma of black tea is full of fragrance, which is suitable for drinking in autumn.
Han He also asked for a cup, and drank it sounded, and said to Han Jie: "I didn't expect that my family would be so good at making tea."
Han Jie smiled pursed her lips and didn't speak.
Ren Yuan praised with purpose and smiled: "I remember that Teacher Liu often followed Chen Yi in the past, and I haven't seen him for a long time."
Chen Yi continued to taste tea.
There is no secret in the school. There are two or three boys and girls lying on the ground in a dark place. The h-story group is so eye-catching. Liu Xinyu and Jin Douna come in and out every day. Who doesn’t know that they live on the 23rd floor. It’s just that the people don’t procure officials and don’t investigate.
Ren Yuan said it now, probably because he had other thoughts.
Han Jie poured a cup of tea for Chen Yi in a funny way.
She never interferes with Chen Yi's life, but likes to take the initiative to ask for various gifts on some important days.
The evening dress I just received made her quite satisfied.
The teacher was spitting on the stage, and the students were playing freely below, and the classroom was a little confused.
This is slightly different from Chen Yi's familiar state.
He thought for a long time before he realized the problem and asked, "Where is the squad leader Lin Yuan?"
When the classroom was noisy in the past, this girl with a strong sense of justice would interfere with the discipline. Because she is self-disciplined and responsible, everyone is often worried that she will stand up at some point and shout: It means the moon will destroy you...
Chen Yi has always been the object of her attention to purging her.
But now, people are no longer present, and I still miss you. As a whole, human beings need discipline very much. A human society without discipline is a collapsed and unsurvivable society, but as an individual human being, they are too reluctant to abide by discipline. Therefore, the perfect world should be that everyone abides by regulations and laws, and I am the only one who can ignore the rules. This is the power of the privilege factor being ready to move.
Han Jie, Ren Yuan and Han He didn't know, and Cai Huaqing said: "Something in her family hasn't been here for two weeks."
Chen Yi hasn't been here for two weeks.
He nodded and suddenly said, "She didn't ask for leave, did she?"
"Who knows?" Cai Huaqing turned around angrily. Although he gave up the intention of fighting for the situation, it did not mean that he liked these children from aristocratic families.
Both sides are not on the same level at all.
He often fantasizes that he has such a wealthy fortune and can do more - he will only have more anger, not less.
Chen Yi said "Oh", he knew Lin Yuan had not asked for leave, otherwise Liu Xinyu would have told him.
Han Hecai didn't care about their squad leader. When the topic came to an end, he immediately said: "Chen Yi, look at my newly written paper."
"Don't you drink some tea first?" Chen Yi teased.
"No, don't worry, you can see first." Han He was excited.
Perfectionists are like marathon athletes. They are a little tired. They are always very brisk after running, and their desire for winning or losing is far less strong.
Chen Yi opened the paper with more than 20 pages and started reading it.
The outline was written by him, and the conclusion was basically certain. Han He did it to prove this theory. This is also a common method in scientific research. Scientists guess what should be done and then use experiments to prove it. Sometimes it succeeds, which means that the guess is correct, and sometimes it fails. It doesn't matter. You can still find something, at least it can prove that the road is not accessible.
There are so many researchers and scholars in modern China. If you really want to complete any proposition, it is just like a police investigation, taking all the ways aside, and the problems can still be solved.
Although the human sea tactics are low, the scope of utilization is still quite wide.
Han He said in a turbulent mood: "As long as we can prove that China's labor market is related to these four factors, we can generalize it and evaluate the third world labor market. I think Vietnam will replace China's cheap labor market next."
He pointed to the end of the article and said, "If China's labor market does develop as we predict next year, then we will be really successful."
Chen Yi nodded without comment, closed the paper and said, "No, what about Malaysia's problem?"
Han Jie immediately turned around, and she also wanted to hear whether the content she reposted was valid.
Han He took out his small notebook again when he visited the computer, looked at it for a while, and said, "I don't know."
Chen Yi was stunned: "I don't know what it means?"
"I am a graduate student in the Department of Economics, not from the Department of Political Science." Han He was under great pressure and showed signs of an outbreak.
"Forget it." Chen Yi let him go and lowered his head to ponder.
After a while, Han He apologized and said, "Sorry, I really don't know how to compete with local indigenous people in Malaysia."
"Well, who do you think is better at this?"
"The school's political professor or something..."
Han Jie suddenly said: "Ministry of Foreign Affairs."
She knew that Chen Zhongguo had a considerable influence in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. In the early days, very few people knew diplomacy. Chen Zhongguo was an outstanding talent with a good background and received incomplete education, and could talk to the guys from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
Chen Yi nodded secretly, Nie Hao's name was still stored on his phone.
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The school life is dull and worry-free, while the shanty towns in Jiangbei reveal helpless worries in the calm and bleakness.
Jiangbei is very large, but there are not many places with residents.
The old steel factory moved away 10 years ago, and the family area left behind was also a dilapidated tube building. There was no bathroom in the four-story villa. Why use the corner of the stairs to cook on the first floor?
The old shipyard also moved to the island in the north. Although in the 1960s and 1970s, Jiangbei Shipbuilding Industry was a well-known brand, but now it has to beg for alms around the world by relying on the name of a state-owned enterprise. Mitsubishi Heavy Industry promised to outsource some projects to them, and paid 20 million in advance to stay in the factory area in Jiangbei to demolish it, and it was easy to discuss it all at once. In the words of the leaders: selling land is a waste of money, learning from international advanced enterprises, and proving to the international market that we are taught to fish.
The old bald man in Xingjienan would spit heavily whenever he talked about this scene and said, "I think each of them has a villa, so he really collected the fish."
However, fewer and fewer neighbors are listening to the old bald man’s words.
Xingjie is the center of the shanty town, and towards the south is the living area of the old steel factory and the ship factory. It is close to each other, and there are at least tens of thousands of residents. In recent years, the factory has not had good performance. People with some skills have gone out to make a living. They either rent out their empty houses or simply sell them.
Now, on the other side of Nan Street, the company's houses have been demolished and all have been demolished. A bunch of stars are left in the rubble, which is the legendary nail house.
There are only 800 yuan per square meter, and few people voluntarily move away.
But the old bald man doesn't live in South Street, and he can't even have a chance to spend 800 yuan.
Although he is an employee of an old shipyard, he is a person who has been suspended from pay and works hard by himself.
However, when I was not lucky, others resell scrap iron and wires, wholesale vegetables and fruits, and do logistics and transportation. They were all sent out, and only he was left, and he didn't even have a house to be divided. He could only live in a small bungalow built by each other. Fortunately, this bungalow was built early and in a good location. He could also do some small shop business, so he would not have no choice but to live.
The north side, which has not yet been demolished, is even more complicated.
Those who live here, either landless farmers, retired or semi-retired employees of county and township enterprises, or middle-aged people who have not succeeded in small businesses. The largest number of people are small people living in Jiangnan and Jiangbei Wharf. Their quality of life is worse than that of laid-off state-owned enterprises. They have no buyout experience, no retirement wages, and no basic medical insurance.
The house is the last place to stand.
The cost of living here is low, and it is not too far from the city. Although there are no large ships in Jiangbei Pier, there are always some cargo traffic. Even if you work at Jiangnan Pier and ride a bicycle, it will be half an hour later. If it is demolished, where will you live?
The most important thing is that the house on North Street does not have any property rights. Not to mention 800 yuan, people are reluctant to give it to 400 yuan.
The big gangster Niu Xiang said: The place occupied 5 years ago is 300 yuan, the ones that were 3 years ago are 200 yuan, the ones that were 1 year ago are 100 yuan, and the ones that were not moved within a month is nothing.
The shanty towns are all cramped huts. If you want to talk about the construction cost, 300 yuan per square meter is not a small amount, 100 yuan is fine.
But that's not how the accounts are settled.
"When I moved out, where are you living?" The people gathered by the old bald man sighed more than once.
"The houses for rent here are Niu Xiang's. I saw that the money was kept in his pocket." The old bald man commented again.
Everyone nodded.
The atmosphere became a little warmer and cooler again.
Because two big cars were parked at the intersection of South Street.
The two big-brimmed hats jumped off, stepped on the mud-watered street in disgust, and shouted from afar: "Engineering and commercial inspections, taking out the business license."
The shops on the street closed one after another, and the old bald man also retreated in panic.
Chapter completed!