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"Uncle, I..." Jiang Yizhou slowly straightened up, looking at the elderly man whose eyes were filled with concern and anger. He didn't know what to say. Did he really have nearly a hundred percent certainty about the future and the ability to make money?
To others, he was just a speculator, a young person who had recently arrived in the big city, stimulated by something and borrowed money to dive into this deep pit, dreaming of getting rich overnight.
In this stock market that had existed for many years, trading stocks had not yet been accepted by the people. Out of a billion people, there were less than ten million stockholders. Most people, especially uneducated farmers like Jiang Yizhou and his Uncle, found it hard to accept this new thing.
What Jiang Yizhou was doing with collectibles was actually quite similar to stock trading, which made it difficult for the old man to accept Jiang Yizhou's repeated gambling.
Yes, gambling. Even most people in the Postal Market did not anticipate this wave of market trends; it was mostly about collecting.
For traditional older generations like Uncle, many of whom could not leave their rural roots, life was about hard work and saving money for emergencies. Those fortunate enough would see their children settle down and start families, while those unfortunate would be held back by illness and hardship, struggling to get by.
Luck was not part of their life plans; relying on such unreliable things only made life more unpredictable.
"Alright, alright, go do what you need to do. Don't think about borrowing money from me!"
Jiang Maode waved his hand dismissively, moved a stool outside the door, sat in the yard, and lit a cigarette. The chill of April had already faded.
In life, there is no absolute right or wrong; it is merely a matter of perspective and beliefs. It was understandable for him to want to make a fortune based on future information, but only he knew that. Jiang Maode's refusal to lend him money based on his life experience was also for his own good.
What is right or wrong? No one is wrong; that is the most difficult question.
What else could Jiang Yizhou do? He could only give up. It was unreasonable to force someone into something they were not ready for. Since he knew it was futile, it was better to decisively let it go.
The simple room and the silence due to the lack of common language made him uneasy.
In fact, he lacked a common language with most of the people on the construction site; they were all fellow villagers like the original Jiang Yizhou who hadn't completed their education.
"Uncle, I think I should go home for a while," Jiang Yizhou said to the old man. He really wasn't feeling at ease!
...
"Let's go, it's neither the Spring Festival travel season nor the summer travel season, so there is no issue with railway capacity."
Jiang Yizhou, carrying an old backpack filled with a few clothes and toiletries, bought a ticket for a fast train departing at seven in the evening. It would arrive at his hometown, Jiacheng, at five in the morning. Even if it was delayed, as long as it wasn't too outrageous, he could still catch the local bus at seven-thirty.
In the waiting room, only a few seats were occupied. Jiang Yizhou found a seat near the front and sat down, feeling that familiar sensation!
He couldn't help but reminisce; in his previous life, he had been traveling back and forth between his hometown and the capital since birth. There were times when he had to stuff a newspaper under someone else's seat to create a "hard sleeper," and as he grew older, he could only stand alongside his parents and squeeze into someone else's seat.
Back then, if a ticket for a specific segment was sold out, tickets for other segments would no longer be available. This provided plenty of opportunities for those without seats to take advantage of the situation. Unfortunately, this loophole was later closed, but after that, it became easier to get a seat.
However, now he had a reserved seat, even though he was headed to an unfamiliar hometown.
"Read the news! Read the news! Dead! Dead!" Such shocking headlines had intrigued him in his previous life. He remembered hearing "Andy Lau is dead," which remained unchanged for several years. Who was Andy Lau and why was he in the news? He had no spare change to buy a paper back then and had to hold back his curiosity. After stricter management at the train station was implemented, such vendors disappeared.
Seeing the passageway open for his train on the ticket, Jiang Yizhou calmly followed the crowd to the designated platform. The train was already waiting there, its uniform design offering nothing particularly interesting.
There were still many vendors selling various snacks and drinks at the station. Remembering that he felt a bit hungry, Jiang Yizhou stopped and said, "I'll have a pack of ham sausage!"
He regretted it somewhat upon hearing the vendor's price—it was indeed a bit expensive—but he gritted his teeth and bought it anyway.
Settling into his hard seat, the train began to vibrate slowly before accelerating rapidly, allowing him to relax and do something else.
Leaning against the window and gazing outside at the scenery—fields, forests, wasteland, and occasionally residential areas...
...
"Goodbye, Xiao Ya!" A short-haired girl waved vigorously from behind her father's motorcycle towards Jiang Xiaoya.
Jiang Xiaoya responded with a wave back, smiling at her good friend.
There was only one bicycle at home, and it was not practical for her to ride it just on Mondays and Fridays; that would be a waste. Normally, she walked home, as the village was only six or seven miles from town, and it took about half an hour to walk there. Riding the bike would be faster.
Passing by the bookstore on the street, which catered to students from the local middle and high schools, she went inside and flipped through a few review materials. She had neither the motivation nor the money to buy anything.
The lack of motivation stemmed from her belief that she could achieve good grades through textbooks and assignments alone. Even if she were to get into her desired high school, continuing her education would be difficult, as it would require her parents to support her through an uncertain academic path.
Her father was indifferent, while her mother always favored her older brother. It seemed natural to her mother to prioritize the eldest son in starting a family and establishing a career. If she were a boy, perhaps there wouldn't be so much opposition.
Jiang Xiaoya inexplicably speculated as she walked home after school. The bookstore was still quite busy, and she returned the books to their places before quietly leaving.
The shop owner watched her for a while but couldn't discern any unusual behavior and eventually shifted his attention to other customers.
As the sun slowly dipped below the horizon, the girl quickened her pace and returned home. "Mom, Dad, I'm back!"
What greeted her was a row of adobe houses: two adobe houses in front and two behind. The front one served as the kitchen, while the back housed the toilet. The middle row was where they lived and stored things. Her grandparents lived in their own house nearby and did not stay with them but often came over for meals.
After placing her backpack on her bed, Xiao Ya skillfully made her way to the kitchen, taking the fire tongs from her mother's hands. Her mother freed up her hands to chop and wash vegetables.
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