C330 Hero at the End of the Road

Winter was a short day, and in just five days, the hustle and bustle, the hustle and bustle, and even the hustle and bustle, quickly passed, and life returned to its original course.

Li Jizhen's death in Mei Tanxiang, especially in the Fan family, caused a heated discussion. After that, people gradually forgot about it, just like Fan Zhengkun's death a few days ago.

There were many such cases in the past, but there would be many more in the future, just like the surging Yellow River, endless and endless, flowing for countless days and nights.

On the afternoon after burying Li Jizhen, Fan Wenbin, Li Manrong, and Zhang Guyuan held a very serious discussion on the details of the construction of the Ancient Silk Road Cultural Resort.

In the past few days of the Fan Family's relocation, there were many big and small things, especially Li Jizhen's special way of death. Zhang Guyuan was deeply shocked and felt emotional for a few days.

An old man who had been the secretary of the army for over forty years had jumped into the Hui Min that he had personally built without hesitation at the last moment of his life. The canal was something that many people did not expect. In fact, many people could not figure it out.

This was a very special death act. In some people's eyes, it was very tragic and shocking. However, in other people's eyes, it was simply inconceivable. At the same time, it also drew a lot of mockery.

However, in the eyes of Zhang Guyuan, an antique tycoon who had seen the world and had experienced life and death situations, the way that Lee Jizhen died showed the most glorious and tragic side of human nature.

That night, when he returned to the Wulan Hotel, he told his wife about Li Jizhen's suffering and extraordinary deeds with a heavy heart, especially the thought-provoking scene when he jumped into Hui Minqu.

"Such a person is indeed worthy of admiration. When he was young, he did not care about his life and death for the sake of his faith. When he was old, he merged his body and even his life into the career he created without any hesitation. With such a firm character, I'm afraid there aren't many people like him in this world.

When he said these words, his face couldn't help but be filled with a strong sense of respect. His tone also revealed a regretful and lamentable hissing sound. It could be seen that his respect for Li Jizhen came from the depths of his soul.

At the same time, he also thought of his father, an ordinary middle school teacher. In that unprecedented catastrophe, in order to save his dignity and personality from being humiliated, in the middle of the night of winter, he avoided the surveillance of the red guards in the name of using the toilet.

The next day, just as dawn broke, his mother, who received the notification, rushed to his father's middle school with a son and two daughters. In the toilet, she discovered his father, who was like the legendary hanging ghost, being hung on a beam by a thin hemp rope.

At that time, Zhang Guoyuan was stunned by his father's miserable state. At the same time, he couldn't understand why his father wanted him to hang himself in the toilet in the middle of the night.

Later on, he gradually grew up. After experiencing the cold and cold nature of the world, he gradually understood his father. Using this very special method to end his own life.

It was precisely because of his father's example that he came to Daan to see him. Li Jizhen's unique way of dying had caused him to feel a strong sense of shock.

"I've seen a lot of ways of dying since I was born, but it's rare to see things like this. Li Jizhen, in a sense, is a true hero of sorrow, just like Chu Bawang, Xiangyu, who killed himself in Wujiang.

After a short while, after a long sigh, Zhang Guyuan said those words with a heavy tone. In front of him, he could not help but think of the famous hero in the history of China.

202 BBC During the Battle of Gai, he was ambushed by Han Xin from all sides and was defeated. He broke out of the encirclement and shouted, "If the heavens want me dead, what should I do?" Then, facing the Han army that surrounded him, he pulled out his knife and killed himself.

"Old Zhang, I have seen many leaders of different sizes, and I have also been a leader for many years. A small regiment secretary actually had such a magnificent feat. This was the first time I had heard of it. "

After listening to his husband's heavy narration, Gao Xin Yi also seemed to have been infected by some kind of infection. She sighed slightly, and then with a serious expression, she spoke such a big truth.

At this time, in her mind, she couldn't help but recall the faces of many leaders in the unit. Although they weren't that lofty, they were much more mediocre compared to Li Jizhen, this small team's secretary.

"Xin Yi, these few days, I've been thinking about many things over and over again. " Seeing that his wife shared the same feeling as him, Zhang Guyuan said very seriously, "The Ancient Silk Road Cultural Resort that Fan Wenbin came up with indeed has a very broad development prospects. "

In his rich business sea practice, he had a very deep understanding. That was, people did it when they were doing business, but there was a large group of people in the world who could not do business.

No matter what they did, no matter how big or small it was, whether they succeeded or not, it depended on the person who did it. In history, many people who were born in poverty and were born in the grasslands, didn't they also go through a lot of suffering and finally achieve a world-shaking big career?

Not to mention Chen Sheng, Liu Bang, Zhu Yuanzhang, Those heroes who were able to stand tall and change dynasties in history were just ordinary and ordinary people who had made extraordinary contributions in their respective fields. There were also many, many, and countless of them.

From the Fan father and son pair to the Li father and son pair, these village men who had been born and raised by the Yellow River for generations had experienced unimaginable suffering. However, weren't they all straightened their backs, living a life full of life?

From these very representative figures, Zhang Guoyuan saw many excellent qualities, as well as the prospects and hope of the Ancient Silk Road Cultural Resort.

"Old Zhang, how many times have I told you? I don't know if you've thought about it seriously. Your career is in Shandong, and our home is in Jinan, not in this small county in the northwest.

Seeing her husband's intentions of investing in the cultural village blueprint that Fan Wenbin had meticulously drawn up, Gao Xin Yi could not help but become anxious.

In her view, that blueprint could only be a temporary gluttonous pancake. It was a plum that could temporarily quench one's thirst. It could not be reached, and could only be considered a kind of self-comforting method.

"Besides, the two of us are both from Shandong. In Daan, we are not familiar with the place, so we are not used to living here. It will be difficult for us to look forward to it for a long time in the future. "

"I see that you are purely hot-headed and want to fall into Fan Wenbin's trap. The one with the surname Fan got a mental illness and lost his own company. Without money, he will think of ways to use this resort to trick the money in your pocket.

In the past few days that she came to Daan, other than trying her best to persuade her daughter Zhang Ling to return to her hometown with her, Gao Xin Yi had a very detailed and thorough understanding of Fan Wenbin's history through different people's different channels.

It could not be denied. This was indeed a bold, talented, and ambitious man. In this small town of Da An, it could be said that he was as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, and very few people could compare to him.

However, if he was placed in the Shandong Peninsula where there were hidden dragons and crouching tigers, it would appear very ordinary. His success was due to the influence of the large social environment twenty years ago, as well as the innate risk factor in his bones.

However, Fan Wenbin relied on his extraordinary eyesight to combine these two very well in a timely manner. It was only when everyone was still in a daze, that he seized the opportunity to amaze the world with a single brilliant feat, obtaining success and glory.

Now, along with the rapid development of society, Fan Wenbin, such a reckless hero, seemed to be a little outdated. At the board meeting of Hucheng Group's board of directors, wouldn't it be an obvious case for everyone to elect Fan Xuehua as the new head?

Instead of using a large amount of silver to invest in the brilliant and gorgeous Ancient Silk Road cultural resort that Fan Wenbin had described, it was better to return to Ji Nan and use this money to open a company for his daughter.

"Old Zhang, although Ling Ling is a shareholder of Vanguard, in reality, she is just a salesperson. The financial authority of the company is controlled by Fan Xuehua alone. Ling Ling doesn't have any authority at all. "

When mentioning her only daughter's current situation, Gao Xin Yi's mood immediately became gloomy. These days, she acutely discovered that the men on the ground of Daan more or less all had the aura of a big man, as if they were looking down on women deep down in their bones.

At the same time, in the Fan household, she also discovered that the status of those women at home was very low. Other than having to work hard like the men in the farmland, they also had to bear a lot of housework, which was very laborious.

In the end, it was the Great Northwest Village. In this very open-minded era, the concept of male superiority and female inferiority, which had been left behind since ancient times, was still very deep.

Seeing this scene, Gao Xin Yi couldn't help but deeply sigh in her heart. This kind of very ugly concept was probably not something that could be easily changed in a short period of time.

When she thought of her only daughter, living in a small county like Da An, in such an environment for a lifetime, Gao Xin Yi couldn't help but feel unwilling in her heart. It was also very uncomfortable.

At the same time, her determination to persuade her daughter to return to her hometown with her grew stronger and stronger with each passing day.

However, tonight, she did not expect that her husband would be so whimsical that he wanted to invest in the cultural resort that Fan Wenbin had described in his heart. This made her very opposed to it, but she also felt a little angry.

"Old Zhang, you have to think about it. With so much money, if you throw it in all of a sudden, if you can't get it back, it will just be a waste, right?"

Seeing his wife's opposition, Zhang Guyuan couldn't help but sigh. He thought to himself, although the Ancient Silk Road Cultural Village project had a huge investment and had a long recovery period, it still had a bright future. It was impossible for the funds to go down the drain.

However, he was not willing to have a direct conflict with his wife over this matter. Thus, he said some ambiguous words, "Alright, let me think about it carefully. "

Even though he said so, However, this morning, he buried the old secretary, Li Jizhen. In the afternoon, Fan Wenbin invited him to the Fan Family Village Committee to discuss the details of the construction of the resort with Li Manrong. This made Zhang Guodong's investment firmer.