The continuation of life after the police and Soapy got out of prison.

Soapy's Spring (Continued from Police and Hymns)

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Police and hymns

Casual conversation

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The spring rain is falling, and the peach blossoms are in full bloom. Children's kites fly freely in the blue sky. Old people sit on the green grass with crutches, chatting and sometimes coughing. Well, how beautiful everything looks! The only defect seems to be the beard lying on the leisure chair in the park. He is about forty years old, but he looks strong and pale. His clothes seem to have been picked up from the garbage, and they are all covered with oil stains. The hole in his trousers can even put his fist into it. Oh, look at his poor appearance! It makes people want to throw up. If a kite is accidentally planted beside him, the children will only pick it up carefully, as if he were a plague god.

"Soapy," a man greeted our hero from a distance. He waved and had a strange smile on his face.

"Oh, Tom," Soapy-Oh, I think he just asked Soapy to drop his hands and shake them feebly, which was a warm response to his companion. "Do you look good?"

"Yes, I recently got two tickets." The man named Tom replied cheerfully. He looked like a typical English gentleman in a straight suit. "I said, soapy, you don't look so good. Why don't we go to the teahouse and have some tea to catch up? "

"I'd love to." Soapy got up from the ground and patted the dirt on his body. Suddenly, the children ran away.

After drinking a few mouthfuls of tea in the teahouse, Soapy's pale face turned rosy. "Soapy," Tom asked seriously, "well, we are short of hands. You're here ... oh, money is definitely indispensable, otherwise, I wouldn't have leisure to have tea with you. Look ... "

Soapy's face suddenly turned red, his voice trembled, and he stammered, "Tom ... er, I've been ..." Soapy was sweating profusely, racking his brains to find something to say.

"Soapy, I walked first. Take your time drinking tea. I have already paid the money. " Tom's voice was a little urgent. When he left, he was in a hurry and almost tripped over the desk and chair next to him. Soapy looked back, and the police with batons in their hands surrounded the restaurant in no hurry. Tom was taken away by the police. He didn't forget to look Soapy in the eye when he left. "Dude, consider my suggestion! See you in a few days! " He smartly pushed the policeman aside and swaggered away. Look at that posture, it doesn't look like a criminal, but a gentleman protected by the police. It can really fool a few unreasonable people!

Sue took a few breaths and thought, since I'm so scared, I might as well go to the dock and earn some coppers to make a living. Needless to say, with such an iron plate, Soapy was quickly recruited as a porter.

At first, Soapy was full of confidence and soon tied up a box of goods as required. He went to ask the boss for a salary. The contractor stared in surprise and then threw soapy two coppers in disgust.

"Two copper coins? Did you count correctly? " Soapy stared at the contractor suspiciously.

"Yes, you are not rare? Ok, then I won't give it to you. "

"But didn't you say ten coppers a box of goods! Ten, ten! "

"You see clearly," the contractor gave Soapy a playful look. "It's obviously two, two!"

If it is, it is better not to do it! Soapy muttered, at the end of the day, there are still twenty or thirty copper coins in the account. Soapy counted the coppers nimbly, 30 coins a day, 900 coins a month, one year ... As long as he worked six hours a day, he could buy a cow in one month and build a house in one year, as long as it was not too extravagant ... Soapy couldn't help but feel excited about wandering around the night market. Suddenly, he saw an advertisement: looking for a tutor, 25 coppers an hour ... Soapy is going crazy, 25 coppers! An hour's work is almost equal to his whole day's income! Soapy couldn't help laughing when he saw the rushing copper coins flowing into his pocket. However, when he applied for the job, he was kicked out: "What we want here is a tutor, not a hillbilly! Do you have a secondary school degree? If not, please leave! "

After being looked down upon by others, Soapy still refused to give up. He decided to go to school during the day and work as a porter at night. I know there are goods coming into port at night at the dock. But in this way, Soapy will have to work harder and have no leisure time at night. Moreover, when Soapy came into the classroom, the teacher thought he was the parent of every child. After learning that he was coming to school, he satirized him mercilessly. The children also threw orange peels and apple cores at him. But after a long time, the children got used to having a "big boy" around them, and the teachers often praised Soapy for his hard work and forgot that he was an adult.

Five years later, Soapy's efforts paid off. It took him five years to cut his sleep time by half every day for five years, and his reward was to successfully apply for another tutor. He even knows a little about high school. He attends classes for three hours every day and earns three times as much money as he used to transport for six hours-300 copper coins! Because soapy's language has developed the simplicity of petty theft in the past, and humorous language has also made students like him. He is also much more efficient than other people who can only talk. Soon, Soapy became famous and his story was published in the newspaper. He caused a sensation in the town. His salary has also become one of the few high-paying people in the town, and the income from lectures alone has reached seven figures. At this time, Soapy experienced the ups and downs of life and was often able to say things that others felt they could only understand but could not express. Soapy, 60, survived the darkest period of his life, struggled in the mud, and finally surfaced, blooming his own lotus gracefully. Soapy's autobiography published one after another is also very popular. I found the following words in his book:

Any time, any place, change, change, change again, it is always right.

No matter how bad your situation is, it will never be too bad as long as you have an enterprising heart.

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Oh, now let's look at the same white-haired Tom. He was arrested at the age of 45 for selling guns and ammunition and sentenced to life imprisonment, and will spend the rest of his life in prison. ...