Transmigrated to Twenty Years Ago and Adopted Myself

Chapter 27:

Usually, young people in their twenties who open a shop and do business will inevitably have to suffer a few times, either miss or overturn.

In the eyes of many people, Jiang Wang is the type of ancestral grave.

They feel that this person is not only accurate in football, but also chooses the location of the bookstore.

Not really.

Jiang Wang opened a bookstore to make money thanks to his keen sense of smell after 20 years and the professional vision of a senior real estate salesman.

He can distinguish the traffic volume of several commercial streets at a glance, the subtle difference between Dongsanpu and Xisanpu, and the location selection is a must.

Seeing that Boss Jiang was making money, many people also became restless. Just two months later, several bookstores tried to follow the same business model and sold milk tea in a decent manner. , to invite students to come in to read and do homework.

However, it was lively for a few days, and it returned to a recession after a few days.

Jiang Wang thought about it and decided to use the existing funds to invest in the provincial capital.

Investing is very addictive and has the thrill of gambling.

At this moment, major e-commerce companies are finally showing signs of initial marketing, and online shopping orders are also appearing in small cities in the fifth and sixth tiers.

And the real economy is booming, he has a lot of time to establish a foothold in the provincial capital, and then use this as a radiation point to gradually spread his business to the whole country in more years.

Even better, he clearly remembers the golden location of the provincial capital subway and subsequent commercial centers.

Jiang Wang made a decision very quickly. He thought of this the night before, and drove to Yuhan, the provincial capital, the next morning. When he arrived at the place, he refilled half a barrel of oil and took the camera map to write Write and draw.

Several lines cross and draw, and the right place will appear immediately.

He didn't hesitate, drove over to step on the spot again, and observed the nearby buildings that were still under construction and that many people had already moved in one after another, and quickly settled on a large store with three floors.

The real estate is the blood hub of the city.

Finance did not expect things to happen so suddenly.

"Boss, really?"

"You don't think much about it?"

"No." Jiang Wang simply informed him, turned around to sign his name, and asked the designer to re-determine the facade style.

He was busy for more than ten days. In the end, Jiang Wang simply set up a platinum membership in a nearby hotel, and only returned to the small town after the construction plan was completely settled.

The day I came back was September 9th, and the child has been in the second grade for several days.

Peng Xingwang knew that his eldest brother was on a business trip, and his father was also on a business trip, so he obediently went to the school to register for reports, swiped his card to pay tuition, and went to the small dormitory where he took a nap to lay quilts and sheets.

He has taken care of himself for a long time and is skilled enough.

Ji Linqiu was not at ease at the beginning, and was accompanied by everything.

However, the old lady of the class teacher frowned and stared at each other, looking at the students who were annoying and seeing the younger colleagues more annoying.

"What's wrong with eight years old? The older generation followed their family to plant rice when they were eight years old, and he still has schooling!"

Ji Linqiu disapproved, but she still disappeared in front of her without causing much trouble.

Peng Xingwang managed everything for the start of the school quickly, and he also handled the formalities well in the next few days with a book cover. On the way home, he took Teacher Ji and coaxed him.

"Don't worry, I'm great alone!"

"And I'll be as good as Big Brother!"

Ji Linqiu couldn't help laughing, bowed his head and kissed the top of the child's head, and led him across the road together.

Then he didn't see Jiang Wang leaning against the street lamp until he had walked across the zebra crossing and reached the other end of the broad road.

The man obviously saw the scene where he kissed Peng Xingwang, and smiled narrowly.

Ji Linqiu blinked and pursed her lips deliberately when she walked in front of Jiang Wang.

"What are you laughing at."

"Did you laugh?" Jiang Wang raised his eyebrows: "I don't think so."

People haven't seen each other for more than ten days, but their narcissism has not changed.

Ji Linqiu glanced at him, and the three walked back together in tacit understanding.

Jiang Wang had been away from home for a long time, and when he came back, he felt inexplicably fresh.

In fact, just like Peng Xingwang, it only took two months to experience the feeling of family, and he was used to being a lone wolf before.

Now not only have close friends, but also have a little tail that needs to be worried about every day, and it feels good.

When I got home, Ji Linqiu went to the house to correct the homework, Jiang Wang accompanied Peng Xingwang to water the gardenia tree in the small yard under the sunset, and the child whispered in a low voice.

"Brother, tomorrow is Teacher's Day."

Jiang Wang sighed and thought for a while: "Not enough money? Will I accompany you to buy flowers for the teacher?"

"No! I have saved a lot of money!" Peng Xing looked at the expression of "you elm head": "Tomorrow we will also send flowers to Teacher Ji!"

Jiang Wang wondered why this child's stickiness had not yet passed, and thought for a few seconds.

"Actually, students in several classes will send him flowers, and you will be submerged if you send them. It is estimated that even the fragrance will be mixed."

Peng Xingwang lowered his head, gloomy.

"Giving gifts is too vulgar, and flowers are not good, what should I do?"

Jiang Wang didn't expect that he would have to worry about this kind of thing for so many years after graduation. After a while, he said, "let's write a heartfelt card. Your words... are very special, and Teacher Ji will definitely remember them."

He swallowed the metaphor of dismembering the body, not willing to suppress the child's self-confidence.

Peng Xing raised his head and pulled him to his room to get the greeting card.

The bookstore sells a lot of this, and the young lady in the store also likes to send postcards and greeting cards to children, and I unknowingly sold it a lot.

Peng Xingwang chose an aqua blue card himself, and also specially selected a bright yellow bow greeting card for Jiang Wang.

Jiang Wang is inexplicable: "I'm not in the second grade of elementary school."

The child put the pen under his nose: "You write too!"

Boss Jiang looked puzzled. Seeing that he was biting the pen in deep thought, he was sitting next to him and wanted to leave. After a while, he took off the cap and started writing.

He really should write a thank you letter to Teacher Ji.

Jiang Wang was very poor when he was a child, and his family could not afford greeting cards at all.

Many students not only write greeting cards on Teacher's Day, but also send greeting cards to their favorite teachers on Christmas and New Year's Day, and some even play music when they open it.

Jiang Wang was also in the second grade of elementary school at that time, and he was finally able to write a few lines fluently, and he was secretly timid.

He finally tore off a piece of homework paper, scribbled two lines of thanks, and put it on the desks of Teacher Ji and the head teacher like a thief when no one was there. signature.

There are many children's thoughts on the desktop. Chocolates, flower baskets, single carnations, singing greeting cards.

His words were hidden in a drawer, folded very small, like rubbish, if you don't look carefully, you won't find it.

But since that afternoon, the stinky and poisonous old lady spoke to him a lot.

Teacher Ji specially stopped him after school.

"Xingwang," he called him by his name at that time as he is today, with a kind smile: "I received your card."

"But you folded it so small I almost didn't see it."

Ji Linqiu squatted in front of young Jiang Wang and reached out to touch his head.

"Xingxing, if you want to say Happy New Year, Happy Autumn, Happy Snow to the teacher in the future, you can write it in your English homework book."

"The teacher will quietly draw you a small smile when changing your homework, indicating that you have received it, okay?"

Jiang Wang probably wore too little at the time. In the autumn when the temperature suddenly dropped, the snot bubbles came out.

Then write him Happy New Year in English until graduation.

Every year the teacher will draw him a small smiling face, even if there is no greeting card.

Jiang Wang deliberately pressed these memories to the edge of oblivion, so that when he thought about it again at this moment, his expression was not very natural.

Memory can place people in a state of helplessness and power at the same time.

As long as he thinks about his childhood, he seems to return to the old time when he was passive and painful everywhere.

The Ji Linqiu in my memory is the same person who is changing homework in his living room at this moment.

He grew up alone, forcing choice after choice among teenagers who had no choice.

Then become an independent adult and go back to the past with the attitude of being able to choose everything.

Let's face the season and fall of that year.

It is Teacher Ji who is watching countless children in the wheat field, and also Ji Linqiu who is trapped in the eyes of blood and society.

Jiang Wang thought about it for a long time, until Peng Xingwang started to stick Ultraman stickers on the greeting card, and finally started to write.

Compared with his childhood, his words are too much like words, but the strokes are deep, the bending is strong, and there are many stories hidden.

After the man finished writing, fold it carefully and put it back in the transparent card sleeve.

Peng Xingwang looked up at him: "Do you want to give it together?"

"Hmm."

Ji Linqiu was changing his homework in a trance. He looked up when he heard footsteps, and found that Peng Xingwang was pulling Jiang Wang, who was somewhat silent, over.

"Mr. Ji!" Peng Xingwang rubbed up to Mr. Ji's side: "I want to send you a Teacher's Day card in advance, okay?"

"Of course you can," Ji Linqiu said with a smile: "You're interested, let me see?"

The child's handwriting is very bold.

Compared to the previous five-horse split corpse writing style, it has finally evolved to three dogs split corpses, which is barely recognizable.

【Teacher Hezi, you are always the best teacher Hezi!

You will definitely learn English well, and be your Ma Qiaoyuao!

Love your star]

Ji Linqiu resisted laughing after reading, and kissed Jiang Wang again in front of Jiang Wang.

The child was bubbling with joy, then turned to look at Jiang Wang.

"Brother also wrote you a letter!"

Ji Linqiu was stunned, full of surprise.

“…really?”