Transmigrated to Twenty Years Ago and Adopted Myself

    City A is very small, so small that four urban areas always share three primary schools, and there will be no need to build a subway in 2026.

    Jiang Wang randomly picked an Internet cafe and walked in to refresh his ID card.

    The ID card is issued in the ghost market along Ping Street.

    In the 2000s, many cities had ghost markets, which had nothing to do with feudal superstition, and were generally used to clean up gray income.

    Most of the things stolen and robbed are gathered here. At three or four in the morning, when people are asleep, they open quietly, and when the sky is about to light, they disperse.

    The police have actually come to clean the place many times with sleepiness, but in the early years, the police force was insufficient, and the eradication of evil was not thorough enough.

    Jiang Wang went to Yanping Street at three o'clock in the morning today while the kid was snoring, and he managed to find someone to help him redo his ID card and household registration.

    "The second one is half price, would you consider it?"

    Jiang Wangbai glanced at him and weighed the weight of his ID card.

    "There is everything in it, and the chip can be swiped. I am a century-old brand." Tsinghua University will print it for you in five minutes!"

    I really went to the Internet cafe to swipe my ID card. The man had no emotion on his face, and his movements were a little slower than usual.

    The card machine beeped, and the network manager opened the card for him with a lollipop in her mouth: "46 machines, two yuan an hour, if you want to cover the night, you have to come to the front desk before ten o'clock in the evening."

    Jiang Wang lit a cigarette and waited for the computer to turn on. He frowned when he saw the WINDOWSXP interface pop up.

    It is inconvenient. very inconvenient.

    The web page layout is crowded and cluttered, and the pop-up ads are all messy 999.

    He opened the search engine and thought about it, and directly typed in the fast wind express that can rank among the top three in the country.

    The contact number for joining is at the bottom of the official website. It took almost two minutes for someone to connect.

    "Hello, I'm from City A, H province, and I want to join your company's express delivery business."

    The connection lady on the opposite side did a quick search, and said apologetically, "Sorry, sir, we only have the provincial capital for the time being—"

    "You're not in charge, pick me up." Jiang Wang interrupted: "Find someone who can call the shots and talk to me."

    The customer service was stunned, but hesitantly agreed, and transferred the call to the customer service supervisor.

    The same is true of the customer service supervisor.

    "Sorry sir, our company is currently dealing with business in Shenzhen and Hong Kong, and other provincial capital cities are also-"

    "Substitution," Jiang Wang put out the cigarette: "Talk to your superior."

    The phone rang again for more than a minute after good luck, replaced by a slightly cold female voice: "What's the matter?"

    "I want to pick up the courier from City A." Jiang Wangping said straightly: "Don't rush to reject me."

    "H province is located in central China, and city A is in the core area. Sooner or later, it will become a major logistics province."

    "You make the decision to give up this place now, and then wait for other express companies to eat away the territory and then look back, the money will not be so easy to make."

    It is neither true nor false.

    H province has indeed been a hub province for transportation since ancient times, but twenty years later, it is the neighboring city with more geographical advantages, not the place where Jiang Wang is located.

    However, when talking about business, you never need to pay attention to the word sincerity. Never has Party B told Party A that your price of 3,000 yuan is too high, and the competitor next door can take it for 200 yuan.

    The woman was silent for a few seconds, then ordered the secretary to come and record his mobile number.

    "I'll look into it and give you an answer within two days."

    Jiang Wang saw that he had a 20% chance of winning, so he laughed and didn't let her hang up.

    "I used to sell houses." His voice was steady, so steady that he seemed to be right: "I can sell a house in a remote location or a house that was hanged. go."

    "City A is considered a prime location, and if the price is slightly raised, it will be a battleground in three or five years. You should think more about it."

    When the call was hung up, Jiang Wang thought about it for a while, and played CS for a while with his chin supported.

    Currently, e-commerce online stores have just started, and the page is rough, and the customer traffic is much less than in the future.

    But there is a saying that pigs can fly when standing on the tuyere.

    After playing the old computer for a while, the fan of the big box screen will be noisy, and the graphics card is estimated to be hot enough to fry an egg.

    He was so distracted he didn't notice anyone looking at him.

    "Hey, it's you!" The other party greeted warmly and handed a piece of white sand: "It's a pleasure to meet you, I heard Brother Yu and the others say about you!"

    Jiang Wang's sniper rifle smashed the heads of the buddies in the LAN in the next two rows, and looked up at the person in front of him: "What's the matter?"

      I didn’t expect to meet you again by such a coincidence, can you count?”

    Jiang Wang quit the game, looked up and down, but for the time being he didn't associate this person with his own past memories.

    "Your last name?"

    "My surname is Wei! Female ghost Wei!"

    "Uncle Wei?" Jiang Wang suddenly remembered something: "The one who is the director of the Finance Bureau?"

    "Hey, I can't grow your age, so I don't need to call you uncle," the bald man rubbed his hands and said, "I'm still the section chief now, but a group has been withdrawn from above, it's not my turn. It's still hanging."

    Jiang Wang stepped back a little, pulled out his chair and wanted to stand up.

    Aunt Ke is very nice, she is the mother of my junior high school classmates, and she often brings me fruit.

    Jiang Wang looked at his bald head again for a while, then looked away after a while: "You have a daughter, right."

    The bald man was a little wary: "What did she see that shouldn't be seen?"

    "Take her to the hospital for examination early," Jiang Wang said slowly: "She has hyperthyroidism, so treat her early."

    "Your wife is very nice, you don't need to think too much."

    The other party was stunned: "A what? My daughter looks pretty good except for being thinner."

    "Go to the hospital to see, just get a blood test."

    Not waiting for Uncle Wei to ask more, he glanced at his watch, got off the plane and left: "I should go, we will talk later."

    "Hey-hey??"

    Jiang Wang never thought that he still had these functions.

    The trivial incidents he heard, the parents of the classmates he knew, will one day appear again in this way.

    Turn back to the entrance of the primary school, and there are already several classes that let the children out early.

    There are several grocery stores on the left and right sides of the school, selling inferior children's lipsticks, game king cards and so on.

    In front of the door, there are several food stalls, most of which sell sugar gourd bowls and cakes.

    When Jiang Wang passed by them, he remembered that he actually liked eating this when he was a child.

    At that time, there was no pocket money, and I could only shamelessly rub my classmates to buy food.

    In front of me, the hawker bakes plum blossom cakes with briquettes. Although it looks like egg waffles, it tastes softer and more custard, and the shell is charred and soft.

    "Honey cake! Five and a half for ten dollars for the whole! Come and try it!"

    Jiang Wang spent money to buy a freshly baked one, thinking I'll give him a taste.

    Then the whole bag just disappears.

    Someone did not change color in front of the hawker stall: "Three more bags, all packed and taken away."

    The hawker can't ask for anything: "Right now! I'll give you the first bake, and they all line up!"

    Jiang Wang rarely waited there patiently, and in a few minutes, a figure passed by.

    He narrowed his eyes and followed him with a short command.

    "Hey, remember to come back and get it later! I'll take the money first!"

    Jiang Wang followed behind the man two or three steps, his eyes darkened.

    The middle-aged man with a long black leather bag swaggered across the school gate and walked inside. The security guard leaned against the wall and yawned lazily.

      It looked like a ghost reincarnated from the dead.

    The man didn't even remember which class his son was in, so he looked through the back door window one class after another, and only found someone in the first three classes.

    The English class is over, and the teacher is still assigning homework. Many children saw that a parent came in, and they all looked this way curiously.

    Mr. Ji saw a parent coming and walked to the door with the lesson plan textbook: "Who are you?"

    The middle-aged man didn't even look at him, he stuck halfway through the door without passing him: "Peng Xingwang! Get me out of here!"

    There was an uproar in the class, and the child in the innermost shrank desperately.

    "Aren't you coming out?" Father Peng suddenly changed color, and regardless of Teacher Ji's stop, he was ready to go in and beat someone: "The **** turned against you! Come out and hear, these few days you Where did you run to?"

    Before he finished speaking, he was caught by the back collar, and he slid out of the class door with a **** like a mahjong.

    "I am his cousin, I will take care of this child in the future."

    "What are you?" Father Peng spat, struggling to free the collar from his hand: "What are you doing with your hands! Let go!"

    Mr. Ji's expression changed, and her expression was much more serious than before: "Please don't bring your family's private affairs to school, and go out to talk about something."

    Father Peng also got angry, scolded a few times, and threatened to call the police.

    "This is my son, I don't care about your cousin, I don't care if I cut him into the hot pot—"

    "Pop!"

    Jiang Wang slapped his ear with a backhand and sneered: "Say it again?"

    A group of kids in the class: "Wow..."

    "You fucking—"

    "Pop!"

    Jiang Wang said flatly: "If you don't pay the tuition, you don't do business with women all day long. At this time, you think of coming to the school to be pissed?"

    A group of kids in the class: "Oh..."

    Mr. Ji stopped between them with one hand and closed the door with the other hand, signaling other students to leave school through the back door, not to stay here.

    "You calm down," he stopped Jiang Wang vainly, without using any real strength: "I believe you both are for the children's good, please pay attention to the way and the occasion."

    Jiang Wang didn't say anything, and lifted the other party into the air with one hand.

    He is strong and lean, and he has no strength to carry his own father.

    Father Peng did not expect such a huge disparity in strength, and the person kicked twice in mid-air and was already cowardly: "You, you have something to say!"

    "Listen." Jiang Wang looked at the other party's eyes: "This child belongs to me. I will pay for his food, clothing, and education in the future. You can call the police as you please."

    "But if you dare to hit him again, I'll just break your whole arm."

    The children in the class are carrying schoolbags: "Huo-"

    Peng Xingwang burst into tears: "Brother!"