Chapter 1767

Mr. Yuan's speech is very simple.

"As an agricultural scientist, the significance of existence is to let everyone have a meal, while that of entrepreneurs is to let everyone have work, income and a richer life."

One sentence.

Tao means both.

"Don't forget responsibility."

"Don't forget the mission."

"Don't forget to fear."

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Half past nine.

The award is over.

After that.

Three, five, one group, leave each other. This kind of annual meeting, plus that day, and the day of leaving, may be four days. For many people, it's really time-consuming.

"Mr. Tang, I'll see you in a few days."

"Good."

"Looking forward to cooperation opportunities."

“。。。”

Say goodbye to each other. At least hundreds of people are going to the Shanghai stock market, but most of them are private enterprises. The leaders of central enterprises are less interested. Their business is mostly in monopoly industries, and there is not much competition.

Nature.

For the smart space Park, there is little interest. Tang Qing doesn't care about it. The money of these state-owned enterprises is easy to earn or hard to earn, so there's no need to tie everyone up.

"I'll go back first."

Ma Yun will go back to Hangzhou overnight.

Tomorrow Monday.

Yes.

And Tang Qing left tomorrow night.

。。。

Farewell.

Home.

It's already half past ten. The Chairen family all went back, but Dou Jiao didn't go. In addition, there was another person, Dou Jiao's cousin --- Cui Xin and Tang Qing remember that the last time I saw you was spring festival.

In Qingyan city.

For Gong Lang.

She had a conflict with her family. She didn't return to Beijing for the new year. Nearly a year later, Tang Qing's message of the year flashed in front of her eyes and shook her head. The couple were finally separated.

Sigh!

Except for sobbing.

Tang Qing can only look at other people's family affairs and can't manage them.

"Sister Cui."

"The richest man in the Tang Dynasty." Cui Xin smiles.

Compared to the beginning of the year.

She hasn't changed much.

Still so cheerful, there is no feeling of lovelorn. The Bureau set by Cui's family can't really make her daughter's personality change greatly because of a man, which also underestimates their IQ.

Good game.

It's not hard to set up a snack.

Now.

Gong Lang's children are all full of moon, Cui Xin has no idea. Recently, she has made a marriage with a family member. She is a young and talented person with good people and good feelings, which proves a truth.

Lovelorn.

The best medicine is to talk about another one quickly. The wound will recover faster.

"What have you been up to lately?"

Tang Qing sat down, asked knowingly, and began to gossip.

"Teaching." Cui Xindao.

"Well?"

Cui Xin explained, "I am a temporary teaching assistant at Zhongyang Conservatory of music." She was originally a master's degree from Zhongyang Conservatory of music. She likes singing, and now she likes singing, but it's not small.

It used to be treason.

Now.

Mature a lot.

Bars, banquets and other performances are gradually put down, but they can't play music. So, I went to my home and arranged to be a teaching assistant. It's easy and I have a job.

Read a blog by the way.

In the future.

If you don't want to be a teacher, you can transfer to administration.

Right.

It's nothing.

"By the way, I heard that your cousin has a good talent for music." Cui Xin suddenly thinks of Tang nianer, a beautiful and lovely girl. There is a musical instrument room of several hundred square meters in the manor.

"Not bad."

Tang Qing said.

Aside.

Lin Jiaxue's Willow eyebrows are flying, she smiles and looks at Tang Qing. Only her family knows that Tang Qing is the real musical genius. A leaf can play a moving song.

"No art school?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Yantang University will open a conservatory of music next year." Tang Qing said that the art discipline is different from the general discipline, and the general university is not open. Considering the examination and approval, Yan Tang did not open a music major last year.

This year.

Start this kind of process. Again, work hard, the process goes very fast. Dou Jiao's father is the deputy head of education, helping to lead the line. All this is not a problem.

Hear that.

Cui Xin laughs. This elder brother really dotes on her younger sister. In order to let her go to school, she directly opens a related college. She also has a doting elder brother, although she often reads in pieces.

But it's good.

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Early morning.

Half past two.

"Still want to run?" Tang Qing suddenly opened his eyes and his mouth was slightly raised.

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The Pacific.

On the island.

"Shout!"

By the beach.

Toynbee gasped, smiled bitterly, died, and finally came? In these twenty days, he deeply realized what is despair, the life waiting for death and the countdown to the end.

It's too deep.

At first.

Hundreds of people.

Now.

There are less than 60 people left. The weather here changes too fast. The sea breeze is very cold at night. As soon as it rains, it is even colder. A lot of people are sick the other day. They are getting more and more serious. There is no medicine.

Self healing?

That has to be conditional.

Lack of food.

Although there are hundreds of people, many of them can survive on the desert island, but the island is too small, too many people, no nets, fishing? Only by luck, the body intake of nutrition is not enough.

Lack of drink.

There is no natural fresh water on the island, only rainwater can be collected.

Large temperature difference.

When it's hot during the day and cold at night, it's hard to think about the cold weather without quilt. Do you expect healthy people to keep their clothes warm? I'm kidding. None of the people here are good people.

Sacrifice yourself for others?

Cut!

No one wants to die.

That's it.

However, in a week, dozens of people died of cold weather, none of them died of starvation. The island is surrounded by shallow water, and there is food. However, after all, hundreds of people can't afford to eat. Hunger broke out.

Day 13.

Only dozens of fish were caught.

The fourteenth day.

Less.

Day 15.

Everyone has only one piece of raw fish.

Day 16.

Fewer fish.

One by one, everyone was stupefied on the beach.

Day 18.

Some people are not old, and the order that the old can hardly maintain collapses in the face of the reality of life and death. Many people look at others with green eyes. They are very familiar with this scene.

Once upon a time.

Kovoro put people on a desert island.

No food.

Look at each other, that's it. Now, retribution has come, and they have also been put on a desert island. A few, or a dozen, may survive here for a long time.

But.

Hundreds of people.

The ecology around the island is totally unsustainable.

Chaos.

Burst.

From the time someone disappeared, things were out of control and the building was going to collapse. However, in a few days, he tore his face and began to "survive". In just five days, many people died.

Today.

It was the fifth day of Toynbee's hunger.

Drink only water.

He has been insisting until now. As for the old man, he was plotted and died two days ago in the persuasion. So far, no one knows that Toynbee is the real control of kovoro.

"Ha ha!"

Toynbee laughed.

This life.

Standing at the top of the glory, reaching the old age and falling into the bottom of the abyss, it is self inflicted and inevitable. Looking at the strange eyes of many people not far away, Toynbee already knows his destiny.

Dead?

Yes.

Why is he still alive?

It's simple.

Who doesn't put some stock in the fridge.