Restart life

Chapter 6 0005 [Manifesto and Cyberpunk]

The three returned to the dormitory.

Only Liu Zhihong and Yang Hao were playing chess in the dormitory.

Xie Yang stuffed the broken suitcase under the bed and asked his two roommates who were playing chess, "Where are the three of them?"

"Going to the classroom to review," Liu Zhihong said, slapping the chess pieces. "Hit the wall, checkmate!"

Yang Hao was so anxious that he scratched his head.

Liu Zhihong sat on the edge of the bed, picking his toes, and said proudly, "Send the car over here so I can eat."

Chen Guiliang stood by and looked at the two of them.

In his impression, Liu Zhihong and Yang Hao were missing persons and their whereabouts were completely unknown after graduating from high school.

After watching for a while, Chen Guiliang took his clothes and went to take a shower. He felt very greasy.

This shabby tube-shaped building has no independent bathroom. Each floor shares one toilet and one bathroom (which also serves as a laundry room).

There are naturally no water heaters or bathroom heaters, so students need to go to the boiler room to boil water themselves.

Chen Guiliang didn't even boil water; he took cold showers for three years in high school.

The same is true when it snows in the cold winter.

Because boiling water cost 2 cents a pot, Chen Guiliang felt it was a waste of money.

At this moment, someone was washing clothes in the bathroom and took the initiative to greet him: "Hero Chen, take a shower!"

"How did you do on the exam today?" Chen Guiliang forgot who this person was and could only say some meaningless words.

The man rubbed soap on his clothes and washed them: "The test was not bad."

Chen Guiliang put the bucket on the washing table and turned on the faucet.

While collecting cold water, he took off his clothes and pants and shook his magnificent bird.

The classmate who was washing clothes happened to look back and saw it, and immediately felt ashamed of himself.

Chen Guiliang took half a bucket of water and poured it over his head.

hiss!
Tomorrow is the beginning of winter, and the sudden pour of cold water on your head feels really sour and refreshing.

Chen Guiliang found it very interesting as he hadn't done this for almost twenty years.

He didn't even buy shampoo, but rubbed the soap all over his head. He rubbed his hair again and filled the second bucket of cold water.

Chen Guiliang shivered. This time he was too lazy to use a bucket and just put his head under the faucet to rinse.

After taking a shower, I was shivering all over.

It doesn’t matter if you catch a cold or have a fever, you can get through it without taking any medicine.

Left-behind children from rural areas have a hard life, but they are also hardy. Like weeds growing between rocks, sunlight and water are luxuries, but given the slightest chance, they can survive.

After stuffing his changed clothes into a bucket, Chen Guiliang returned to the dormitory in his slippers.

No hair dryer.

Let wet hair dry naturally.

Xie Yang was lying on the bed watching "Zichuan" at the moment, and Xu Haibo was reviewing the liberal arts exam for tomorrow's exam.

Chen Guiliang took out a pen and paper, preparing to write his entry for the competition.

Chen Guiliang is very good at writing articles.

He studied journalism in college and interned at Southern China Daily while still in school. After graduation, he covered social news and even worked as an undercover reporter for two years.

Because his manuscript was maliciously modified by the editor to provoke social conflicts, he resigned in anger and was recommended by a friend to work as an editor at a magazine.

The traditional media industry was in recession, and the magazine went bankrupt and closed down after only six months as an editor.

Then, Chen Guiliang went to another portal website.

But the portal website gradually declined, and in desperation, Chen Guiliang switched to a gaming company.

Back then, the gaming industry was booming, and those who performed well were quickly promoted. He first worked in the marketing department, then moved to the operations department, where he became deputy director of operations within three years.

The operations department of a gaming company may appear to have immense power, but in reality, they have no say in anything. And if problems arise, the R&D and marketing departments are often blamed!

Chen Guiliang, who had grown into a veteran scapegoat, was eventually fired by his boss because of a big pot.

When people reach middle age, unemployment and divorce are a double blow.

Chen Guiliang, who had given up, used his marital fortune to start a game business with three friends.

smug.

Lose all your money!
Just when they were at their wit's end, a friend who was a middle-level manager at Shanda asked if they needed the official authorization for "Legend".

For a monthly payment of 15 yuan to Shanda, they could freely modify the game into a web or mobile version. They could even legally run private servers, as long as the version was not ahead of the official one. Because they entered the mobile game market early, this crappy game actually made them a fortune.

Then, they developed skin-changing web games and mobile games specifically for the wealthy market in the Middle East - like "Sudan's XX".

Including Chen Guiliang, there are four shareholders in total, and all of them have achieved financial freedom.

With the success of the business, internal strife also came.

A lot of shit happened, and Chen Guiliang was so angry that he just gave up, cultivated his character, and picked up his literary dream again. He even went to Qidian and wrote two books that failed.

……

So, what should you write in your contest submission?

Those who are responsible for the preliminary review are all editors of "Mengya".

There are too many manuscripts for them to read, so they must attract attention at the beginning of the article.

Chen Guiliang sat at his desk, thinking carefully, when he suddenly glanced at the contents of a newspaper. It was an old newspaper from six months ago, spread out on the table by the window as a tablecloth.

Front page headline: America invades Iraq!
Inspiration came instantly.

Xu Haibo was sitting on the other side of the table, reviewing for tomorrow's exam. Suddenly, he heard Chen Guiliang writing non-stop. Curious, he stood up and walked over to check.

The more I looked, the more surprised I was, even to the point of being dumbfounded.

But he didn't dare to disturb Chen Guiliang's writing. After he finished writing the article, Xu Haibo suddenly shouted loudly: "Come and see, Mr. Chen's article is amazing!"

"You're making a fuss."

Xie Yang, who was happily reading a novel, cursed Xu Haibo before slowly coming over to read:

"'A Proclamation Against the US Invasion of Iraq.' The American leader, George W. Bush, is inherently vicious and brutal. In the past, he relied on his strength to bully the weak, and now he is causing disasters that harm the people. He harbors evil intentions for oil and is usurping global power. He cloaks himself in the name of freedom, but inwardly harbors gluttonous desires..."

"Iraq is the ancient nation of Mesopotamia and the Crescent... Yet, a group of clowns in the White House fabricated false evidence about biological and chemical weapons and spread lies about uranium bombs... Hundreds of thousands of lives have been turned into new ghosts, and a thousand-year-old civilization has fallen into the abyss..."

"In the past, King Zhou of Shang was tyrannical, and Muye defected; when the Nazis were rampant, Berlin surrendered. Today, the US imperialists are far more tyrannical than King Jie and King Zhou, and even more cunning than the Axis..."

"Everyone with a conscience is outraged. But those with a conscience cannot sit idly by... The blood-stained dollar will eventually bite back; lies woven into a crown will eventually fall into the dust. The sunset on the White House reveals the remnants of empire; the fallen Star-Spangled Banner awaits justice! Let this proclamation reach the world, and let all know."

This kind of article is not uncommon.

Anyone with a good foundation in classical Chinese can write it.

But in the eyes of a group of high school students, it is a stunning masterpiece.

After Xie Yang finished reading the article, he forgot to flip his hair to look cool. He was stunned for a few seconds before saying, "Oh my god, how can you write so well?"

Liu Zhihong snatched the article and reread it. After reading it twice, he said, "Damn it! No wonder you always get full marks on your essays."

Yang Hao, a rather introverted person, racked his brains for a long time before giving Chen Guiliang a thumbs-up and saying, "Mr. Chen's writing is so good! He's sure to win first prize. He's practically our school's second Guo Xiaosi!"

The second Guo Xiaosi...

Chen Guiliang felt very uncomfortable listening to this and felt like he was being scolded.

"I want to copy down this article!" Xu Haibo was full of admiration and wanted to publicize the article to the whole school.

High school students are relatively naive, and as long as you are truly capable, you can convince them.

Chen Guiliang ignored his roommate's compliment and sat there to start thinking about his second submission.

He bought four copies of "Mengya" so that he could cut out the call for papers page and submit four articles with different contents.

It is best not to touch essays, especially those that go against mainstream thought.

God knows who the editors are.

Even the well-known writers who were the judges of the finals were more or less influenced by neoliberalism.

It's not that they are all traitors, but they have long been influenced by it, and the limitations of the times are there. After reading Mo Sang's "Life and Death Are Wearing Me Out", didn't Yu Xiaogou also exclaim that it was awesome?

Chen Guiliang was not interested in engaging in a war of words with them; he just wanted to get into a prestigious university through the New Concept Competition.

There is no point in engaging in a war of words; it is a waste of ink.

Chen Guiliang had worked in southern media for several years and knew all too well what those people were like. He himself had once been one of them, and only after the malicious revisions to his manuscript did he come to his senses and quickly jump out of that cesspool.

When the day comes when China's economy takes off and the West becomes sluggish, most people will naturally change their minds.

Those who refuse to change their ways will be regarded as traitors and given a few kicks.

Chen Guiliang glanced at Xie Yang who was quitting the Internet, and picked up his pen to write his second contribution: "My Cyber ​​Home".

This is a cyberpunk short story, only about 5000 words long, and can be expanded into a novel at any time.

----

(There's a thrill in signing a petition to protest the school, but there's shame in carrying bamboo shoots to the city. There's a huge difference between the two, and this is all Lao Wang's personal experience. Sadly, when old classmates reunited over a decade later and brought up the petition to demand computer fees, most of them had forgotten.)
(Much of the first 100,000 words of this book are based on Lao Wang’s personal experiences, and the timeline is deliberately advanced by two or three years. Some of the stories were exaggerated during the writing process. Others were deliberately weakened because the reality was too outrageous to pass the review.)
(Thanks to the two big guys, Exiled Immortal Qitian and Xuanyuan Qinghuan, for their reward.)
(End of this chapter)