Chapter 8: The Story of President Yan’s Nirvana

Yan Chang doesn't like Yandu. This city gives Yan Chang the feeling that Yan Chang always feels like he is admiring a lychee with bright red surface that makes people unable to bear to peel it off. The mature lychee has a bright red spirit, but this lychee in Yandu is different because it is too bright red, too watery, a little dazzling, like blood, and it is a bit impatient. Although Yan Chang doesn't eat lychees usually, he also knows that those lychees that are too bright and too watery are quickly soaked in sulfuric acid solution.

The brightness and water spirit on the surface are obtained at the cost of toxic substances corroding life's vitality. Just buy the lychees and put them for a little time. After a little test of time, the whole lychees, like burned charcoal balls, appear a color of ash and rotten. This contrast is so strong that it will bring people a strong visual contrast and sensory contradiction. This contrast and contradiction will be particularly dazzling in the city of Yandu. This dazzling and root cause

It is this city with a deep historical sediment. The speed of historical sediment can no longer keep up with the speed of history being betrayed and forgotten. This difference in speed has caused people to have a psychological rear-end collision, just like a speeding train full of speeding trains named "History". Because of the overwhelming burden of the tofu project, I can't wait to get rid of the history loaded in the carriages by derailing the train. The history of thousands of years of sedimentation has been taken from the train in a faster way in a short time.

The car was thrown out, forgetting that in the cold wind, the head was broken and blood was broken, and the dust fell. The dust was not settled and the blood had not dried yet. The struggling history wanted to get up unwillingly and wanted to shout loudly, but was suddenly pushed into the pit by the cold iron arms, buried alive, for fear that it would reveal a hint of vitality. Then the light train carried the "history" that survived only with praises, or the only lies left, stepping on the tofu under its feet, singing and dancing, continuing to move forward to the unknown distance.

So if Yan Chang wanted to use a word to describe the feeling that Yan Du gave him in his heart, then that word is "derailment". People here say that they hate traitors the most, and the traitors here in history have lived a very prosperous life. They made a fortune here and there are many traitors who entered the center. People here like to talk about politics, and throughout their lives, many people here don't even know what the real votes look like; this city likes to show the sense of honor and authority inherited by the city, but this city can be left to witness the respect of history

There are fewer and fewer things about honor and authority; this city claims to be the cultural center of this country. However, over the past few decades, it has gathered the most educational and public resources in the country, but it has never contributed a master-level figure to this country. Here, it has contributed a large number of reserve personnel in the United States, a large number of "six ministries and imperial study walks", a large number of actors and actors, and a large number of "brickers" who are suspected of being a brainless person and an IQ of less than 20, as well as "beasts" who like to study for graduate school, but they have never contributed a master, let alone a hero...

Not only the city of Yandu has derailed, or in other words, this era has been "derailed" and has become a lasting reputation that has not been seen in a thousand years - mistress, lover, and mistress have become the pioneers of "anti-corruption"; unlicensed temporary workers and even the thunderbolt in the sky have become scapegoats for various accidents and disasters; the words "brick family" and "called beast" have begun to become swear words; the martyrs' cemetery were leveled by developers and started real estate, but local officials have built monuments for the former invaders; some children

The classroom conditions for studying are not even as good as ordinary toilets in the city. No one cares about this. Some people can't afford medical expenses and can only go home and wait for death. No one cares about this. When the agricultural tricycle became a school bus and overturned the lives of more than ten children in a season-like life in an accident, some people were worried. They were worried whether it was safe for officials to ride in a domestic car worth less than 200,000, and whether it was shabby to ride in a car worth less than 400,000... People in this country eat the most in the world.

Food with safe guarantees, walking the longest toll road in the world, living in the world with the highest house price-to-income ratio, and supporting the world's most officials and bearing the largest government administrative expenses; it is the world's largest bureaucratic group, and at the same time, creating the two world's largest number of corrupt officials fleeing abroad, and corrupt officials fleeing with money to cause economic losses to the country; all people are educated

Rights even Uganda in Africa is better than the country. In this country where more and more people are staggering by the pressure of survival, some people will tell you in a blessing that you are in a blessing that compared to Sweden's national taxes that account for more than 50% of the country's GDP, our taxes are still less. As soon as the words fell, the brainless and flattering "bricks" jumped out like a dog with their tongues stuck out - it is recommended to impose a breathing tax for the people. As long as they can breathe, they have to pay...

Reality always makes people speechless and silent...

Yan Chang rarely talks about his past with others, so few people know, or basically no one knows it. Yan Chang's hometown is Yandu. He has lived in this city for more than 20 years, but from beginning to end, this city that has allowed him to live for more than 20 years, only leaves Yan Chang with a few dark and twisted memory fragments -

- A group of people wearing red sleeves rushed into their homes and began to smash and smash them wildly. Mother hugged herself tightly with her trembling hands. When a red sleeve was smashing, she saw a few gold rings and gold earrings hidden in the drawer. The red sleeves quietly put the gold rings and gold earrings into her pocket. They were my mother's best things. Yan Chang rushed up, "How can I plant it..." Yan Chang was slapped on the face by the hideous red sleeves...

- Late at night, my family was woken up again, the door was kicked open, and countless torches flashed in the yard. My father, who had just returned from the factory, was pulled out of the house, and he was also pressed firmly. My father's glasses were knocked off. The red sleeves that quietly put my mother's gold ring and gold earrings into his pocket stood in front of others and pointed at his father with righteousness, "It's this person, he opened his mouth and kept his mouth and kept his mouth shut. He also used the fallacies of capitalism and capitalists to attack and slander the leaders sent to our factory, questioning the authority of the party. What kind of nature is this? Slandering our superior leaders is to slander the leadership of the party.

Slandering the leadership of the Party is to slander socialism, slander the great achievements of our socialism, attacking the people's government, being enemies with the people, slandering and attacking our beloved leaders, on behalf of the people, we must defeat this Soviet revisionist, defeat this lackey of the pan-capitalist, and defeat this imperialist? Hope hand..." The crowd followed the red sleeves and shouted, Dad was knocked down by countless fists, and then was pressed to kneel on the ground and slapped with bamboo boards. Finally, those people took out a "telescope" weighing dozens of kilograms of steel pipes that were thick with calves, put on thin wire, put them on Dad's neck, the wire was cut into the flesh, and Dad's neck was bleeding...

-- College entrance examination, the results of the school were the best, and other students received the admission notices happily, but they didn't have their own. The anxious boy went around and asked around and went to the city's college entrance examination admissions office to explain his purpose. After explaining his purpose, a staff member in the office flipped out the drawer, took out a notebook, flipped through the notebook, and said expressionlessly, "According to the file, you haven't passed the political review. Your family used to have land in the countryside, and was a rich peasant, a typical black five category.

, Your grandfather is still an officer of the Kuomintang. With your family composition, no school will record you..." The boy's heart was cold. In the rural land, the boy had never seen him since he was born and had been confiscated. As for his grandfather, the boy had heard his father quietly mention that in the Battle of Changsha, his grandfather was the regiment commander and led his troops to fight the Japanese army in Changsha. A regiment of more than 2 people finally fought to the point where only 17 people remained. In the end, the officers of the regiment survived only one deputy company commander...

-- In the newly built hotel, because he had learned a little foreign language by himself, the young man was lucky enough to find a job of serving tea and water in the hotel's luxurious nightclub. He shuttled under the lights and wine every day, wandering among the rich and powerful. The long-lost "red sleeve cover" appeared again. The man became a regular in the nightclub. He combed his big back and raised his beer belly, his face was red, and he was already responding to the in and out of the streets. The bosses bowed their heads in front of him, and the ladies were in front of him.

I always pretended to be coquettish, and the "Red Sleeve Covers" seemed to be a noble person. The young man gritted his teeth and turned his anger to the figure who always pointed at the country among the group of people. The "Red Sleeve Covers" seemed to have some sense of it. The young face, the two stubborn and angry eyes seemed to have seen it somewhere. The "Red Sleeve Covers" frowned and waved. The hotel owner lowered his head and leaned forward and listened with respect. The Hong Sleeve Covers pointed to the direction of the boy and whispered a few words...

- Without explanation, the young man was fired from the hotel and carried a lonely luggage. The young man was walking home. In the dim and narrow alley of Sijiu City, five or six lazy people wearing fashionable floral shirts and bell-bottom pants played with the jumping knife in their hands blocking the young man's way. "Boy, someone told you to be honest. Don't talk nonsense about what you shouldn't say. Don't bite people everywhere like a dog, so that you can live a few more days..." "Living your mother..." The young man punched the bell-bottom pants in the face, then turned around and ran. The person behind caught up with him, ran a few steps, and threw away the bag. The young man picked up a brick from the ground, turned around and met, avoided the vital points, and was hit three times. The brick was slapped three times, all on his head. The young man leaned against the wall, gasped and bleeding. Three people lay on the ground, with only humming strength, the remaining two bell-bottom pants were frightened, and they turned around and ran away.

---The hospital, the young man was injured in a knife and had just bandaged his wound. The cold-faced police have found him, "You have been arrested for fighting and intentional injury..."

-- Court, "The suspect Yan Chang gathered a group to fight on x-x, 2016, and injured people with weapons. The circumstances were bad and the social impact was extremely bad. Yan Chang was sentenced to 6 years in prison..." Hearing the verdict, the young man's mother fainted on the spot in court. The young man gritted his teeth tightly, silent as thunder.

- Six years later, a young man who had experienced the vicissitudes of life in prison, looked at the new grave in front of him, kneeling on the ground, tears gushing out. Six years, it was enough to happen and change too many things. The only relative of the young man in the world left him, but the red sleeves rose up. Now he is the third rank of official position. It was also this year. Two months before the young man was released from prison, a case occurred in Yandu, which shocked the whole country and retaliated against the society. So the dazzling young man in the alley

Bald, the neighbors all pulled their children into the house. The police of the Public Security Bureau came to find young people once a day to "understand the situation". The neighborhood committee also "did not stop" find a "good job" for young people - washing ash and shoveling coal for the boiler in the street bathhouse. The monthly salary is 260 yuan, and there is also 15 yuan in "tea and bath subsidy" per month. During the Chinese New Year and the holiday, they may also give two moon cakes and a few kilograms of fruits. The young people sold the house silently, carried a piece of luggage, and then bought a train ticket to go south...

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"President Yan, look at it. These are some questions that the host may ask later. If there is any inconvenience, please say it now." Some obese directors' voices of flattering voices sounded in Yan Chang's ears, pulling Yan Chang back to reality from the gap in memory, and returning to the dressing room at the recording site of the National TV station's "Peak Dialogue" column. According to Yan Chang's schedule this time, the time to participate in the TV station's program recording was on the 9th, but later it was postponed to the 13th because of the "accident" of the TV station.

The "accident" was speechless. The reason was that a mentally ill patient called the TV station and said that he was going to install a bomb in Taiwan, which scared the TV station's leader. He was busy calling the police here, and considering the safety reasons, he delayed the recording time of the program for a few days. The police who received the call were busy for several days, but finally found that he was a mentally ill person who picked up a phone card and called it on the public phone. You want to catch him in the mental hospital. It just so happened that his family was worried that he had no money to send it in.

For Yan Chang, who was personally accompanied by the TV director, the director of the program, there was a sense of sincere respect and enthusiasm in his voice.

Without taking the paper with the problem written on it, Yan Chang just signaled the makeup artist to stop, then glanced, "No problem..."

"It's fine. This program is not live. There are still some editing and processing later. There are still a few minutes left. Mr. Yan will drink some water here, take a break, just come to me if you have any questions. By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. My surname is Chen, Chen Yijiang, this is my business card..." Director Chen handed his business card with both hands as he followed the conversation. An assistant next to Yan Chang took the business card, but he didn't look at it, and put it directly in his bag. Director Chen's face had not changed. He just came here to make a familiar face. He just had the goal to achieve his goal. After all, both sides were not on the same channel, and the layers were separated.

It was too far away. One was the director of a small column and the other was the president of a big trading company. There was no way to talk about it. However, the assistant next to Yan Chang took out a business card and handed it to him. Director Chen was stunned for a moment. This show has received many "big names" and Director Chen has also handed out many business cards. It would be polite if he could accept it. Some of the business cards he handed out were thrown into the trash can in the dressing room as soon as he turned around. It was the first time that Director Chen could receive a business card after handing out a business card here. This made Director Chen sigh in his heart.

"I rarely stay in Yandu. If there is anything, director Chen may not find me easily. This is the contact information of the person in charge of Polaris Trading Club in Yandu. We have many friends in Yan. If there is anything, director Chen can find him. I hope we can have the opportunity to cooperate," Yan Chang said with a smile.

"Sure, sure..." He took the business card with his hands and carefully pretended. With two points of surprise and one point of inexplicable touch, Director Chen left the dressing room almost with some fear and fear.

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In the last few minutes before the recording of the program, Yan Chang drank a little water, and the makeup artist also completed his work. Looking at Yan Chang, who was ashamed, sitting on the chair and drinking water calmly, the young female makeup artist felt that such a man was really pleasing to the eye. She exclaimed without any scruples, "President Yan, you look like Chen Daoming, you are so stylish. Even if you don't do business, you can become famous even if you make movies."

This world is not a movie, but the twists and turns behind the events are more like a movie than a movie. Some people are not actors, but their faces are wearing more masks than actors.

Looking at the charming but no longer young face in the mirror, it seems that I saw myself standing at the station many years ago, leaving my hometown, and wandering around, time flies, how many lives can be returned? How many thousands of years have you not met to wait? How many miracles will continue to be performed?

Inexplicably, Yan Chang suddenly had an impulse -

"The miracle of fucking him"

The young makeup artist opened his mouth in shock, and there was applause from the recording site of the program. This was the signal of the host's presence and the signal of Yan Chang coming on stage. Yan Chang stood up and walked towards the dazzling light outside. When his figure melted into the light, Yan Chang sounded a sentence that the man had said before -

The so-called path is when one day when all tragedies and disasters no longer become the result of the promotion and wealth of a few people but the reason why we pull out the sword of justice and judgment, a glorious path will unfold under our feet.

Yan Chang's back melted in the light...

"Now, let us welcome the conversational guest of our program, Yan Chang, president of Polaris Trading Company..."

More warm applause sounded, and the program officially began

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Chapter completed!