Chapter 500 Maybe He Has a Reason?

The banquet living room on the third floor of the hotel has two European-style balconies. Song Baizhou put his hand on Zhou Yuwen's shoulders naturally, and friendly invited Zhou Yuwen to chat in another place. Zhou Yuwen naturally would not refuse, so the two went to the balcony.

One night when the moon was scarce, the balcony was facing the large garden behind the hotel, with a white fountain pool in the middle and a tall plane tree on both sides.

Insects and birds chirped in the yard. Song Baizhou took Zhou Yuwen to the balcony, took out a white metal box from his coat pocket, flipped the lid open, and it was a box of cigarettes. There was no extra logo, only cigarette butts and cigarette tails.

Song Baizhou took out one, and looked at Zhou Yuwen inquiringly: "Smoking?"

Zhou Yuwen shook his head: "I don't smoke."

Song Baizhou smiled faintly, took a cigarette in his mouth, picked up the lighter and lit it, looked into the distance and said faintly: "A long time ago, I was a very inconspicuous employee. to the South."

"I suffered a lot at that time, was cheated by others, and sold pornographic videos next to the station. At that time, I had enthusiasm and ideals, but at that time, only enthusiasm and ideals were left." Song Baizhou said with a puff of smoke ring. .

Zhou Yuwen listened from the side, looking straight into the distance and not speaking, Song Baizhou said: "Your generation is happy, has material security, and can freely pursue happiness, but we can't."

"Every era has its own characteristics. Mr. Song, haven't you achieved success that others can't achieve?" Zhou Yuwen said.

Song Baizhou looked at Zhou Yuwen and asked, "Do you think I'm successful?"

"I think it's quite successful." Zhou Yuwen checked the assets of Baizhou Group on the Internet. He didn't pay attention to it in his previous life. In this life, he probably knew that it was an overseas company. Future generations are estimated to be able to make a lot of money.

Song Baizhou shook his head: "Success is not only in business, but also in many aspects. A man's success is reflected in two aspects. One is the power and wealth in his hands, and the other is family."

"Mr. Song, you are so rich, is there something that bothers you?" Zhou Yuwen asked.

Song Baizhou shook his head, holding a cigarette between his index finger and ring finger, and stretched out his hand to wrap around Zhou Yuwen's shoulder, making Zhou Yuwen look into the distance, and then said slowly: "People are selfish. Everyone is like this, but people have achieved something in a certain way. If you succeed, you will have to give up a family.”

"I used to have a woman who loved me very much, and I loved her very much. At that time, I could not give up my ideal because of her. This world is realistic. Although many people are born in this world, they are destined to be A sheep that can’t bark, their requirements are very low, as long as they lower their heads to graze, they don’t want to look up at the blue sky, and they don’t care about someone shearing their wool. They feel that all this It’s all a matter of course, I am different, I want to go outside, I want to see how high the sky is, I want to see what is beyond the grassland.”

Song Baizhou suddenly became emotional. He rarely said this to others, because no one around him would listen to it. The people he came into contact with were either subordinates, women who slept with him, or business partners. Who would listen? He said this.

But he really wanted to tell, to talk about his life, to tell others how lonely he was.

Song Baizhou and Zhou Yuwen told about their first half of life and everything. He said that he was born in a rural family in northern Jiangsu, and with his own efforts, he was admitted to the civil service.

"President Song is also from Northern Jiangsu?" Zhou Yuwen asked.

"Yeah." Song Baizhou nodded, and continued. At that time, he thought that he would be able to complete his merits and virtues by being a civil servant, but later he found out that this was not the case.

He studied hard for ten years in a cold window, and his monthly salary was only a dozen yuan, and those who did not study well in the village could earn 10,000 yuan if they went south.

This world is very unfair.

All we can do is to find a way in this world that suits us.

Song Baizhou did not hide it from Zhou Yuwen, he said that at that time he already had a girlfriend who loved him, and he also loved her deeply.

But if you stay where you are, you may only be able to work from nine to five for the rest of your life, go to work to drink tea, read newspapers, and stay for the rest of your life.

"My first love can be regarded as a small local official's family. I really like this kind of nine-to-five job. I feel that drought and flood can guarantee income. I love her very much, but I don't think we are suitable," Song Baizhou looked at the expression on Zhou Yuwen's face.

After thinking for a while, I asked, "Yuwen, will you let your girlfriend influence your decision?"

"It's hard to say, it depends on how far we have developed. If we are talking about marriage, I think I have to consider her feelings." Zhou Yuwen thought of his mother.

Song Baizhou didn't know what to say for a moment: "I feel that even when we're talking about marriage, as long as we have faith in our hearts, we shouldn't be influenced by others."

"Then you are irresponsible?" Zhou Yuwen asked.

"No, I thought at the time that if I stayed there for three years, the people in our village had no education, and after only one year, I could become a household with ten thousand yuan. I am an intellectual, and I feel that in three years, I am completely We can give her a better life." Song Baizhou argued.

"Then?"

"It's just that the south is more complicated than I thought. In three years, not only did I not succeed, but I also lost all my wealth. During that time, I couldn't even make up 20 cents for the phone call." Song Baizhou explain.

"In that case, I would naturally have no face to meet her. Can you understand me? Yuwen?" Song Baizhou said as he stretched out his hand to grab Zhou Yuwen.

Zhou Yuwen avoided it, Zhou Yuwen didn't know what to say, looked at the garden in the distance, thought for a while and said, "President Song, how should I say this, as a man, I can understand you, but I was born in a Single family, my father has disappeared since I was a child, my mother and I depend on each other, we have suffered too much, the eyes of relatives, and the low self-esteem of the original family when I was studying, all these are my childhood, to this day, I don't quite understand why my father left. I admit that I am not a good person, and I have had one or two women around me, but I think it is understandable for a man to be with a woman, at least it should be You have to bear the responsibility, you can't say that because of your own ideals, you let your family suffer, I think this is wrong, what do you think, Mr. Song?"

The cigarette in Song Baizhou's hand had already been burned out, Zhou Yuwen looked straight at Song Baizhou, and Song Baizhou was embarrassed for a while and didn't know what to say, he could only say: "Your father might...maybe have the same difficulties as me? "