sunk into the earth

If a person is completely different from before, is it two people or one person?Cheng Sheng thought about this question that day, but there was no answer.

After the performance, a group of people hurried to the food stall, but it took a lot of effort to deal with a stubborn girl at the entrance of the bar. Qin Xiao, the boss, came to the side to save the siege, and persuaded the girl earnestly: "The lead singer of Blood White Pigeon on Tuesday looks very good. It’s no worse than Zhang Chen, and the buddy who played drums on the propeller on Thursday is also very handsome. I heard that the family is rich and has good skills. Sister, please spare us. Tonight is not a celebration banquet, so don’t come with me. , we are going to talk about business."

Qiyuan took Lao Liu with one hand and Zhang Chen with the other, and whispered in Zhang Chen's ear, saying that the two musicians mentioned by Qin Xiao had gone to bed early, and that their sisters were interested in stamp collecting and musicians, and they were too good-looking All the musicians have slept together, and now Zhang Chen is the only one left. Whoever gathers Zhang Chen first will be invited to dinner, so don't bother with her.

The wind was not low at night, and Cheng Sheng was a little sobered by the evil wind at night. He deliberately avoided the large troops and shuffled behind the crowd by himself. Generations have to show off their wealth in order to pick up girls, and it’s easy enough for those who play music to pretend to be bad, and lost girls will pounce on them.”

Qin Xiao didn't know what the man was mumbling behind, turned around and called him in the wind: "Cheng'er, hurry up!"

Cheng Sheng replied later: "Don't worry about me, I can't be lost at such an age."

Qin Xiao shook his head and gave up, but he did not forget to say a few words to Zhang Chen beside him: "Don't look at Cheng Sheng now, he is very reliable at work, we played in a band together when we were in college, you understand? Stubborn, looking at [-], you are about to fight in a few words, but you are more serious than anyone else when you start working."

Zhang Chen looked back at Cheng Sheng, and this time met him again, but when Cheng Sheng saw him, he immediately lowered his head, stopped mumbling, and followed the large army like a man who couldn't find his home. later.

A group of people found a nearby food stall, and the stall was emitting oily smoke, and the tables under the shed were also greasy.There was originally Qin Xiao between Zhang Chen and Cheng Sheng, but Qin Xiao moved aside wisely, deliberately leaving a space for the two of them. , don't talk about it."

The food stall was very noisy, the smell of oily smoke mixed with the vulgar sounds of drinking and joking, Cheng Sheng moved the stool to Zhang Chen's side, and the two became face to face, but Cheng Sheng didn't dare to look into Zhang Chen's eyes. The tactic of drawing cakes with empty promises to lure people is completely forgotten.He patted his forehead to wake himself up, and then he introduced the background of his entrepreneurial team in a regular manner: "The core is me and my master alumni Frank, both of us are from CS, and we are not people who only have one idea and start a business. You can trust us in terms of technical implementation. But this is also our shortcoming. We don’t know much about users. He grew up in the United States, and I have been here for six years. Now we know the habits and main demands of people here. Not sure, so we need someone who can take charge of this business.”

He finished speaking in one breath, wanting to hear Zhang Chen's response, but found that the man frowned and kept moving closer to him, and when the two of them almost met each other, he heard the person on the other side say, "It's too noisy here, I don't care what you say." Can't hear clearly."

Qin Xiao, who was drinking, vaguely heard this sentence, and pointed to the hotel sign not far away: "Why don't you two go to open a room and find a quiet place to have a good talk? Anyway, we drank almost tonight, and we will be back later Home is also a matter, why don't you just sleep in a hotel, watch football after talking about business, and have a good rest on Sunday."

Cheng Sheng's scalp was numb from Zhang Chen's action just now, and just about to refuse, Zhang Chen stepped forward and said: "No, I'll go back to the recording studio to sleep at night, and there is still a tail left in the mix of a song."

He put down the glass and stood up, put his hands on Cheng Sheng's shoulders, and lowered his head and asked, "Shall we go to the side of the road to talk? There's no one there, it's pretty quiet."

It was sweltering in the food stall, but Cheng Sheng was sweated by the hand on his shoulder. He stood up in a panic, but he didn't respond, but followed him to the side of the road.

Two people crossed the road, keeping a short distance one behind the other.

Cheng Sheng followed behind him, looking at Zhang Chen's back over and over again, he wanted to ask a lot, for example, do you remember me?Remember our old days?But I couldn't ask a word.People do become timid when they grow up. Cheng Sheng hesitated for a long time and only dared to ask tentatively: "Do you have a recording studio? It's so expensive, you should be quite rich, why are you still working?"

Zhang Shen, who was walking slowly in front of him, turned his head and turned his back to Cheng Sheng and asked, "You should be quite rich if you wear a famous brand, why are you still starting a business?"

"I have no money, but my dad has money. The money I started my business was saved when I was working in the United States, and most of it was from investors."

Zhang Chen let out a long "oh", and started to talk about Cheng Sheng's answer to the question just now as if nothing had happened: "I don't have any money. It's the government in my hometown that has money. If a small house is demolished, Beijing can buy several houses, but it's always a waste of money." No, the cost of the band is too high, so we have to find a stable job to support them."

This remark made Cheng Sheng relieved and uncomfortable. He followed Zhang Chen in small steps, and asked, "Entrepreneurship is unstable, why are you still willing to talk to me?"

This time Zhang Chen stopped and looked back at Cheng Sheng, "Aren't you poaching people? You need to know more about poaching than the original salary, otherwise why would I work with an entrepreneurial team?"

The two had already walked a long distance, and they could hardly hear the noise of people. Zhang Chen stopped by the landscape tree beside the road, and glanced at Cheng Sheng next to him, "Speak, I'll listen."

Cheng Sheng repeated what he said in the food stall just now, not forgetting to add some oil and water to the resumes of himself and Frank, and talked about their future direction in this field.

Zhang Chen listened carefully at the side, occasionally nodding his head a few times to express his approval, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it halfway through the hearing, and asked a few key questions amidst the smoke.

Simply talking about work made Cheng Sheng relax a lot. He answered Zhang Chen's question seriously, took the cigarette that Zhang Chen handed him halfway, and smoked one after a few puffs as if he was addicted.

The two of them talked about the company's development on the side of the road like this. Apart from how to attract users is how to monetize. The website is made to sell advertisements or focus on paid content. Zhang Chen gave a few comments.They chatted in a speculative manner, limited to the speculation between work partners, Cheng Sheng was not sure if he remembered himself, after all, ten years have passed, the city is not the same city, and the people are not the same people, he dare not act rashly , only to discuss matters of entrepreneurship.

When the chat was almost over, Cheng Sheng asked, "If you intend to join us, can I ask a few more questions?"

Zhang Chen said, "Just ask."

"Why did you switch from technology to research?"

"Technology is too tiring, I have to work overtime every day, I can't bear the hardship."

The words "can't bear hardship" caused Cheng Sheng to look up at Zhang Chen. Zhang Chen also stared at him in a puff of smoke, but his face still had the original expression, not like joking.

Cheng Sheng was stabbed by this gaze, quickly looked away, and said: "Then do you have any questions to ask me?"

"salary?"

Zhang Chen was very decisive, and ignored all other issues except money, and then asked: "The entrepreneurial team must work overtime every day, how to calculate the overtime pay?"

"Talk about your expectations first."

"I didn't expect it, you just look at it."

Cheng Sheng was not sure, the market price of a non-technical post is not high, but he was afraid that the offer would be too low. Zhang Chen refused, hesitated for a long time before saying, "Do you think [-] is okay? Overtime pay is calculated by the hour." He was afraid that this condition was not attractive enough. People, added another sentence: "There will be dividends in the future, and there will be overseas travel at the end of the year."

Zhang Chen next to him heard the number and threw the cigarette in his hand to the ground. After crushing the last bit of fire, he turned to Cheng Sheng. Seeing him nervously waiting for his reply, he couldn't help shaking his head with a smile: "You really dare to give it now. The market price of programmers is only four to five thousand, let alone non-technical positions."

Just when Cheng Sheng was uncertain whether he was willing or not, Zhang Chen suddenly reached out and patted him on the shoulder, "I will resign at the company on Monday, don't forget the price I just agreed on. Don't worry, I won't tell the future My salary for other colleagues in the company."

When they went back, the people at the booth were already drunk, Qin Xiao stood up, took Cheng Sheng's arm, and asked him in a low voice, "Is it done?"

Zhang Chen took the words first: "It's done, you are kind and kind, I will handle the current company's affairs well, and he will be my boss next week."

Qin Xiao was happier than the person involved when they made a deal happen. He held one in each hand and said with the strength of alcohol, "That's great. If Cheng'er can't find someone reliable again, he has to come to my bar to cry every day. Cheng Sheng, can you help me?" You have to treat me to dinner, do you hear me?"

Cheng Sheng pulled the hand on his shoulder away, walked to their table, and cleaned up the remaining two bottles of beer. He originally wanted to clean up the third bottle, but Qin Xiao immediately stopped him, "You Are you alright? I drank several glasses in my bar just now, and I was finally woken up by the wind and still drank so much. You don’t want to invite me to dinner and let me down, I don’t care about your meal?”

It's already 03:30 in the morning, and it won't be long before dawn. A few drunks took taxis home one by one, but Cheng Sheng was worried where he was. He was fined to squat in the police station for two weeks. Just when he was considering whether to take a taxi home first, Zhang Chen, who had just sent a few people to the taxi, turned his head and walked towards him, stopped in front of him, and asked : "Shall I send you back? I'm going to the recording studio to mix the sound later, so I didn't drink."

Cheng Sheng, who was about to take a taxi home, turned around immediately, took out the car key from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Chen, and slowly pointed him to his car: "That black car."

Zhang Chen took the key, glanced at the license plate, and asked casually, "Beijing A88?"

The next three numbers were digested by the night, and Zhang Shen could see clearly.

Cheng Sheng nodded, followed him into the car, waited for someone to lean on the passenger seat, and chatted with Zhang Chen again: "This is my father's car, I have only been back for a month, and I haven't had time to buy a car yet. Let me drive this one first."

He had really entered the role of a drunk at the moment, and he had the courage to look at Zhang Chen who was driving several times along the way, and kept talking to him.

"Where is your home?"

Zhang Chen was looking at the road, he didn't seem to expect that he would ask this question, he was taken aback for a moment, and replied: "Yuncheng, haven't you heard of it?"

Cheng Sheng leaned on the seat, with his eyes empty, and said, "I've heard it, why haven't I heard it? It's a very poor place, either a factory or a coal mine. In the past, it was always mentioned in the news that the pollution was serious. Later, a group of corrupt officials and coal mines were arrested. Boss, it takes seven hours to go to Beijing by train, am I right?"

Zhang Chen at the side affirmed him: "Yes, very true." He turned the steering wheel in his hand, and then said, "It was just a few years ago, and the high-speed rail just opened at the beginning of this year, and it can be reached in two or three hours. "

The car was quiet for a few seconds, and Cheng Sheng then asked: "I heard from Qin Xiao that you don't have a girlfriend, are you not in a hurry when you're 27?"

"I live comfortably by myself, without worries, why should I worry?"

Cheng Sheng said "yes" several times, and his tone gradually became higher: "Why do you play rock and roll? Why do you play the guitar?" He turned his head, kept moving forward, stared at Zhang Chen's nose and said, "Why are you wearing nose studs? "

But Zhang Chen didn't panic at all because of his oppression, and said calmly: "I like useless things, people lack what they love, they lack freedom and love freedom, they lack useless things so they love useless things, I love useless things when I do these things. Satisfied, okay?"

"So you've been living alone and working just to make music?"

"Yes, can't you?"

Cheng Sheng nodded: "I see. You are right. I have never been short of money since I was a child, so I have a special liking for the poor. I have no shortage of privileges, so I have a special preference for the powerless and powerless. Give him everything, satisfy him and satisfy myself.”

At the end of this conversation, neither of them made a sound.After a while, Cheng Sheng opened the car window to blow the air. The night wind smelled of wet dust. He was blown so hard that he coughed. After blowing for a while, he moved his head in and stroked the messy hair in front of his forehead. He looked at Zhang Chen silently.

No one spoke in the car, and the atmosphere was eerily quiet.Cheng Sheng suddenly felt very uncomfortable. Things from the past popped out of his mind uncontrollably that night. Ten years later, the two of them were no longer what they used to be. New ones may not be destined.Cheng Sheng took a few deep breaths, summoned up his courage, and tentatively put his hand on Zhang Chen's leg and rubbed it slowly.

Zhang Chen was still watching the road and didn't respond to his outrageous actions.

Cheng Sheng next to him closed the car window, and when the air in the car gradually became stuffy and hot, the hand on Zhang Chen's thigh continued to touch upwards, and when he touched the belt, he began to snap off his belt buckle in a random manner.

There was no wind in the car, and the temperature was soaring. Cheng Sheng couldn't break it open for a long time. The man exhaled as if he had been greatly wronged. Stretch directly in.

Zhang Chen freed one hand from the steering wheel, pressed the restless hand on his belt, and sighed softly: "Boss, I sell my art and life instead of myself."