Upstarts and poor settlers

When Nanjing woke up groggy, he had already received an urgent call about Beijing East Road.

These cities are just like people, they will have life, old age, sickness and death, ups and downs, but they are not human beings, and they cannot directly make decisions like the secretaries and mayors. The only thing they can do is to use their potential energy to influence decisions.

There are no more than a hundred people in this world who know of their existence.

And now, it is one of them who is reporting to Nanjing, reporting the latest progress of the closed-door symposium—it is extremely difficult, please go quickly.

Nanjing couldn't help but smiled wryly, and had to bow his head under the eaves. After all, he was still too obsessed with the glory of the past, and regarded Shanghai as that young child too much, but forgot about him now. Stomp, stomp, China shakes.

Although it's not as good as laying down a million corpses and bleeding for thousands of miles, it's not far behind, and it's more than enough to make yourself bow your head.

But I have already humbled myself into the dust, so what does it matter if my head is lower or not?

Thinking about it this way, it is naive for Shanghai to make such a fuss over a molehill.

Nanjing booked the high-speed rail ticket indifferently, and chose the first-class seat as a rare luxury. Watching the scenery along the way speeding away, getting denser and more prosperous, he couldn't help secretly comparing Su Xichang, who was close to Shanghai, and Su Xichang, who was close to Shanghai, and Had to rely on his own town Yangtai.

Su Xichang and Shanghai not only share the same language and culture, but are also unambiguous in terms of economic development, with the shrewdness and enterprising spirit of the Wu dialect area; on the other hand, Yangzhou Zhenjiang is more similar to itself in urban development and people's life rhythm, especially It is Yangzhou, whether it is the lifestyle of having tea in the morning and taking a bath in the evening, or the world-renowned jade carving and lacquerware, they all have a calm and leisurely attitude that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, far surpassing their own wealth and elegance.

When I was still distracted, I heard two people chatting behind me, and one of them seemed to be speaking with a northern accent, "I heard that Jiangsu is known as a province of internal fighting, is it true?"

"Yeah, yeah, we in southern Jiangsu and northern Jiangsu don't like each other. Isn't there a joke about sharing a dormitory with someone from the Northeast. Maybe four years later, you only know that he is from the Northeast. I don't know if he is from Heilongjiang, Jilin or Liaoning. But if you share a dormitory with someone from Jiangsu, you will know which city he is from that day, which county he is from within two days, and even the town within a week.”

"Then what about Nanjing?"

"Nanjing? I despise the bottom of the chain. People in southern Jiangsu think it belongs to northern Jiangsu, and people in northern Jiangsu think it belongs to Anhui~"

"Then who do you want to be the provincial capital?"

The girl seemed to be in a dilemma, "Except for those with the lowest GDP in Lianyungang, Suqian, everyone thought they could be the provincial capital, but in the end they couldn't argue for a reason, so in the end, they had to let Nanjing take the lead."

Nanjing couldn't help laughing out loud, then turned to the girl and said, "Have you ever thought that Nanjing might not want to be one?"

The girl looked at him with crazy eyes, and then she heard Nanjing continue to say, "Do you know how many times Nanjing has been massacred since ancient times?"

"Six times, exactly six times."

If possible, I'd rather never be the capital of the country than be the capital of this Laoshizi province.

Nanjing turned his head, felt a nausea, touched his forehead, and sure enough, he had a fever again—the house price was overheated, and his body temperature couldn't drop.High housing prices are still enough to digest for super metropolises like Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen, or thriving new first-tier cities like Hangzhou and Chengdu, and even become a catalyst for prosperity.

But for an elderly person like myself with a low income and slow growth rate, it is still barely enough.

It's a pity, no matter what he thinks, no matter how much he wants to sleep, the Shanghai station has already arrived.

When Nanjing came, no one was notified, so no one would come to pick him up. He stood at a loss on a busy cross street, and finally dialed the number in Hangzhou.

"I've already arrived in Shanghai, where is the venue?"

Hangzhou smiled and said: "Why, the matter of the nobleman is finally settled? You are not here, it feels like the Yangtze River Delta is missing a side."

"You're exaggerating," Nanjing managed to jokingly jokingly say, "You, Shanghai and Hefei, are exactly three sides of a triangle. I think this golden triangle is very stable."

"Your brother said that," Hangzhou suddenly stopped, and his words seemed a little awkward, "That..."

It seemed quite noisy over there, and then the call was cut off suddenly.

Nanjing frowned, and he couldn't get through if he called again.

Before I knew it, I had already walked to the Bund, and Nanjing was really uncomfortable, so I simply found a bench and sat down, looking at the Huangpu River and the three-piece kitchen in Lujiazui across the river in a daze.

The familiar river wind brushed his face, and Nanjing couldn't help taking a deep breath, savoring the majestic wind flowing down the river from his hometown; people.

Nanjing opened his eyes and saw that the road sign was Nanjing Road. He found the answer instantly and couldn't help smiling.

He leaned against the bench and rested for a long time. He wanted to sleep leisurely like this, but he still hadn't forgotten his duty and struggled to stand up.

He was flustered and short of breath, and was about to fall back to the bench in embarrassment, but fortunately, there were hands supporting him from under his armpits.

Those hands were white and slender, with well-defined joints.Wrist is a PatekPhilippe, custom suits and even wearing a pair of expensive cufflinks.

No need to look up, Nanjing knows the owner of this hand, so he got up with a sigh of relief, showing an enthusiastic, simple and silly smile that belongs to Nanjing alone, "The city is developing with each passing day. If you don’t know your way, you should be punished.”

Shanghai looked at him quietly, then suddenly reached out to touch his forehead, Nanjing was already on guard, clasped two fingers on Shanghai's wrist, and said with a smile: "Why, you want to give me a chestnut as soon as we meet? You are too young. "

He spoke frivolously and smiled, but his eyes were clearly cold.

But Shanghai didn't believe in evil, he directly blocked back, and when Nanjing's hands were busy parrying, he suddenly bullied him, pressed his forehead against his forehead, and said indifferently: "You don't know if you come from behind?"

Feeling the high heat on the other party's forehead, Shanghai dragged Nanjing into his car nearby, "You are sick, why didn't you tell me?"

Nanjing restrained his smile, "I told you when I asked for leave, didn't I? It's just that you don't believe it."

At this time, he has lost the mask of a hippie smile, and what remains is pure alienation and boredom, full of cynicism.

Shanghai was actually a little lucky, there were no more than five people who could see this side, and he was among them.

The author has something to say: this text is just a whim, so it will be very short... When will it end?

Elastic forehead = hairy chestnut