novelslam Chapter 1169 whizzing by
Chapter 1169 whizzing by
Chapter 1169 whizzing by
"Brother, Shipozi goes forward, right?"
Ren Kuangshan was riding a mountain motorcycle leisurely. He met two motorcyclist friends on the road and greeted them enthusiastically.
He felt that he was almost out of the depression caused by cancer. Of course, the cancer was still there, and he was still dying, but he felt a little more at ease.
The two people coming in the opposite direction were also very happy to meet a fellow cyclist on a mountain road in the far suburbs. They stopped their cars and pointed out the way carefully. Then they looked at the equipment on the back of Ren Kuangshan's motorcycle and said with a sigh, "Are you going to sleep in the wild? You are so awesome, are you going to go fishing?"
"Fishing, but I didn't bring any equipment this time. There's no room on the motorcycle." Ren Kuangshan actually brought a fishing gear and a float, but it's true that he didn't bring a fishing rod. His plan was that if the outside world was in a tense situation, he would just hide in the mountains for a while before going out. Maybe he could get some food by fishing then.
He only had a few years left to live, so he couldn't accept the option of going to jail. Moreover, people now said that many foods sold on the market had various problems and were prone to cancer, so he might as well live in the mountains for a while and use natural remedies to treat his illness.
Of course, this is the worst of the worst options, and it is just a strategy that Ren Kuangshan adopted just in case.
His first choice in the plan is to go to Russia to play with long-legged girls.
He now has both free time and money, so even if he just plays for three years, he can still play for 1000 days.
As for the poor people who work day and night, if they have two days off a week, they can only get 104 days off a year, plus 11 days of statutory holidays, a total of 115 days, and those with annual leave cannot reach 130 days. As for the poor people who have only one day off a week, they can only get 52 days off a year. Assuming they don’t work overtime on statutory holidays, they only have 63 days of vacation a year, and they have to be good enough not to sleep all day on the precious weekends and become the maintenance of production tools for capital.
In other words, even if Ren Kuangshan only had three or four years left to live, it would be equivalent to the 10 years of happiness of working as a cow or horse with two days off a week. In theory, it would be equivalent to the 20 years of happiness of working as a cow or horse with one day off a week. In reality, it should be equivalent to to years.
Of course, if the cattle and horses lose their jobs, it is hard to say whether this rest time and happy time should be increased or reduced.
Ren Kuangshan hummed a song and rode his motorcycle lightly to the Shipozi gas station.
This is a gas station on the county road. Business is average, but many residents nearby use motorcycles, so there is no special discrimination policy when refueling motorcycles. Ren Kuangshan has been here twice when he was hiking in the mountains, and he still remembers the nearby roads.
Ren Kuangshan was wearing a motorcycle helmet and there was no need to take it off. He parked the car and turned off the engine. He watched the staff fill up the gas tank and then went to the supermarket inside to pay. He used WeChat to scan the QR code. WeChat was purchased in advance, and it came with a full set of products along with the bound ID card and bank card.
The real people who lie flat, the Sanhe masters were hit for a reason.
Everything went smoothly. Before leaving, Ren Kuangshan took a pack of Liquan cigarettes, a lighter, and three bottles of water as supplies.
Riding the motorcycle again, Ren Kuangshan drove along the county road for a while, passed several large trucks, then found his way down in front of a large billboard of a farm stay, turned a corner, and went up the mountain again.
After less than 20 minutes of shaking, there was no sign of human habitation anywhere.
When Ren Kuangshan passed a deep valley, he stopped, took out the mobile phone from his pocket, turned it off first, then found a big rock, and smashed the phone on the spot until the battery of the phone came out. Then he gathered the splashed fragments, found a plastic bag to put them in, and threw them all into the deep valley.
Ren Kuangshan also had other mobile phones and ID cards with him, so he couldn't waste them later. But on the first day, he could never be too careful. He also remembered the contact's warning very clearly that mobile phones need to be logged in and recorded when passing through base stations. The less people there are in the mountains, the slower the data will be refreshed, which will be beneficial to the police's investigation.
Ren Kuangshan prepared seriously for so long just to avoid going to jail, and he did not hesitate to buy any phone, no matter how good it was.
Dirty...
Ren Kuangshan restarted the motorcycle and continued driving along the mechanized farming road under his feet.
He first ran on this route in an event organized by a group of motorcycle friends. It is a relatively basic off-road route, not too difficult, and the surrounding scenery is also average. However, many teams like to organize runs on this route because the route is simple and not easy to get lost.
In addition, because this mountain is the boundary between two cities, the traffic police on both sides don't care to interfere, so whether you are riding a motorcycle, going off-road, or camping, you can be more free.
Ren Kuangshan used to be a truck driver, so he was very good at remembering the routes. Even though he had thrown away his cell phone, he was not afraid of getting lost.
He rode for more than an hour and passed a flat area with mountains behind and water beside. He felt that he had enough time, so he stopped the car, checked it briefly, and started collecting firewood, making a fire and setting up a tent, just like a camper out for fun.
Everything was done and it was still light outside, so Ren Kuangshan picked up some more firewood, smoked and warmed himself by the fire, and was too lazy to take out the food he had prepared.
It’s not that he wasn’t hungry, but he just had no appetite, which was weird.
I couldn't sleep well at night. Without a cell phone, I could only sleep when it got dark. Ren Kuangshan had a dream all night, and in the early morning of the next day, he opened his eyes by himself.
He kept his eyes open and looked at the stars for more than half an hour before the sun rose gently.
Ren Kuangshan jumped up as if he had heard some order, and began to pack up various equipment. After loading them all into the car, he set off without hesitation.
An hour later, a small city at the foot of the mountain appeared in Ren Kuangshan's sight.
Ren Kuangshan identified the direction and made sure he was not lost. He rode for another twenty minutes before he arrived at the edge of the city.
After parking his car on the side of the road, the first thing Ren Kuangshan did was to open a new mobile phone and check social news and hot events.
“Academician was murdered!”
When Ren Kuangshan saw these four words, his pupils suddenly dilated.
"Did I kill an academician?" Ren Kuangshan was a little stunned.
This is not quite the same as what the sponsor said.
At that time, the other party only said that he was the boss of another company and that the two sides had a big grudge...
Ren Kuangshan didn't quite believe it, but he also didn't disbelieve it.
To be honest, he didn't really understand the value of being an academician, but he knew that an academician was a very powerful scientist. If such a person died, the police would definitely pay more attention to him than a company boss.
Ren Kuangshan quickly flipped through some news, not daring to waste too much time, and then got back on the road while watching the time.
This time, he drove on the city road for a long distance until he saw the railway tracks. Then he parked the motorcycle on the side of the road, picked up his backpack and cigarettes, and started walking north along the railway line.
A green train whizzed by, and Ren Kuangshan kept walking with his head down. After a while, he was walking against the tracks, helping each other with two locals who had evaded the ticket, and climbed onto the platform of this small station.
The previous security checks, ticket purchase and other steps were all skipped.
It was noisy all around, with dozens of people chatting while waiting for the bus.
Ren Kuangshan brushed the dirt off his clothes and blended into the crowd silently.