279 、 Big Shots
After leaving the restaurant, Li He felt a little drunk and did not dare to drive again. He leaned against the car door and prepared to let go of the alcohol before leaving later.
After drinking, alcohol could speed up the blood circulation and increase the blood supply to the head. Hence, the story of Li Bai's hundred drinking poems came into being.
Hence, he felt that he had understood everything that he was usually depressed, annoyed, and conflicted about. However, when he was sober, it would be another f * cking day of conflict!
Actually, it was the most painful when he was sober! Drowning one's sorrows made one even more depressed.
However, there were three stages of drinking.
In the first stage, when the alcohol had just kicked in, one would feel extremely energetic and alert. One could continue to drink actively.
In the second stage, when the alcohol had kicked in, one would start to feel dispirited and one's limbs and body would become weak.
In the third stage, phew —
Li He was still in the second stage. No matter how sober his mind was, his body would not be controlled by his nerves. He could drive after drinking, but driving after drinking too much would be suicidal. He still had the self-control to not drive after drinking too much.
He had just closed his eyes for a while when he was woken up by the sound of a car horn.
He saw a tall and thin middle-aged man get out of the car. He had some impression of him as he was also a frequent figure in the news.
He did not dare to be careless. He slapped his forehead and asked with a smile, "Comrade, what's the matter?"
The middle-aged man said, "I've seen your photo. Your surname is Li, right?"
Li He nodded. "Yes."
The middle-aged man stretched out his hand and said, "I'm in the same unit as Comrade Liu Baoyong."
"Hello." Li He stretched out his hand as well. He was a little shocked.
"I've read your thesis. It's very admirable."
"Thank you."
"This is my number. Call me if you have any difficulties. Our magazine will do our best to help you." The middle-aged man took a piece of paper from the driver and passed it to Li He. "In the future, when I call Liu Yibo out for a meal, you can come along too. We're all friends now, so we can take care of each other."
Li He took it and did not express his opinion. He just smiled and said, "Thank you."
He did not dare to take his words seriously. When he interacted with anyone, he often asked himself, "What do I have that is useful to him? To his advantage. If I am unable to benefit others by virtue of my own morality, knowledge, and the power of practice, it is tantamount to owing a debt.
Occasionally, he would read the Three Kingdoms to spy on the thoughts of the big shots. For example, Cao Mengde was considered an ambitious and ruthless character in a chaotic world. He had the temperament of a bandit and was vicious. In "drinking and singing", there was a sense of being aloof from the world. But in his small thoughts, he revealed a little bit of human warmth.
Before Cao Cao died, he wrote the Will, which was full of trivial daily life. He had been a soldier all his life. Before he left the world, his most urgent words were, "My beloved wives and concubines are very hardworking. After I die, let them live in the Bronze Sparrow Terrace. Don't mistreat them."
The following words were even more inconceivable: "Distribute the remaining incense and don't use it as a sacrifice to avoid wasting it." What he cared about was the wives, concubines, daughters, and sons of each branch.
Cao Lao Da said, "In my life, I don't feel sorry for anyone. I just don't know when I'm in the underworld, if Guo Xiu asks me for my mother, how should I answer?" Cao Cao and his wife once quarreled with each other. In a fit of anger, they chased Zi Xiu's mother to the countryside. Later on, they tried to invite Zi Xiu's mother, but to no avail.
Before Cao Cao closed his eyes, he was worried about his youngest son. If he died, it would mean that his youngest son would have no parents, which made him very worried.
Old Cao's last words were indeed disdained by many people. Even Su Dongpo said, "Keep a concubine, share the incense and sell the incense." How could there be the aggressiveness of an ambitious and ruthless man?
But when a person was about to die, his words were also kind. Who didn't have a wisp of tenderness and true temperament? Thousands of years later, it was this wisp of true temperament that allowed Cao Cao to take off his "white face" mask and become a real person.
Looking at the middle-aged man's car driving away, he was still in a trance. He couldn't believe that such a big shot was Liu Yibo's classmate. No wonder Liu Yibo wasn't afraid of anything. He was so scared that he suddenly felt a chill on his body. It turned out that he had unknowingly broken out in a cold sweat. He was too nervous after being provoked by the middle-aged man's words. Even though the middle-aged man spoke in a friendly tone, Li He could sense a different aura.
Everyone had their own aura frequency. When their aura frequency was similar to another person's, they would naturally be attracted to each other and it would be easier for them to "get along". There was nothing strange about this. It was a natural feeling of intimacy.
However, the middle-aged man's aura frequency was completely different from his. That was why he felt nervous and even emotional at first glance. Of course, it might be the effect of a psychological hint. He knew how amazing this person was. If he didn't know this person's background, he might not be so nervous.
If he offended this kind of person, he wouldn't be able to find a place to hide even if he died.
He was ashamed of himself for being so useless, but he still comforted himself. Even if Li Ke came, he would still have to obediently act like a grandson.
Thinking about it this way, he felt much better.
The reality of the difference between people had to be acknowledged. Humans were divided into different ranks, and flesh was divided into three layers. Without fish, turtles, shrimps, and crabs like him, how could there be such a colorful world? To the big shots, when they held you in their hands, you were a glass cup, and when they let go, you were a glass stubble.
If you didn't have the ability or ability, no one could spoil you. Don't think too highly of yourself. No matter how amazing your perfume was, it couldn't beat a chive box …
To be honest, if the difference in status was too big, it was impossible to be friends. It was best not to even contact each other, or else you would be the one suffering.
In the pugilistic world, the most important thing was to protect yourself and protect your own interests.
Seeing that Li He was still spacing out at the entrance of the alley, Zhou Ping went up to him and said, "I'll get someone to drive you back."
Li He rubbed his head and said, "No need. Make me a cup of tea. "
Zhou Ping poured a cup of tea for Li He. "Why don't you come in and sit for a while before you leave?"
Li He said, "Why are you so friendly to Meng Jianguo's wife today?"
When Meng Jianguo's wife came over today, Zhou Ping basically surrounded her and was extremely polite. Li He felt that something was wrong.
Zhou Ping said embarrassedly, "Isn't the child going to junior high? His household registration isn't here, so it's a little troublesome."
"He wants to go to Fu Zhong?" Li He finally understood. Meng Jianguo's wife was a teacher at Fu Zhong and also the dean.
Zhou Ping said awkwardly, "He can't get rid of it. His grandmother is getting old. If he studies in the countryside, no one will take care of him."
Even though she had money now, there were still many things that troubled her. She couldn't even solve the simple problem of her child's schooling. She had used so many connections, but no one was able to solve it.
"Did she agree?"
Zhou Ping shook her head. "She didn't say anything. She just said that it would be difficult and that we'll see how things go when school starts."
Li He smiled and said, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"It's not a big deal. Why do you have to be so troubled?"
Li He said, "Prepare a table of good food and wine tomorrow. I'll help you invite her over. It'll definitely be done. Even if she doesn't, there's still He Fang. Fu Zhong is not bad either. "
Zhou Ping said, "It's not easy for Sister He, so I don't dare to trouble her. Then I'll prepare a banquet tomorrow? "
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