Jiang Wang is very cautious about career planning.
He currently has plenty of capital on hand, but he only borrowed the lottery of the World Cup, and the accumulated real estate and liquidity funds are far from enough.
The first foothold of planning is where to go in the future.
In fact, he really wanted to take his children to the provincial capital to study and live. The capital is too far away and too unfamiliar, so it's better to get closer.
It's just that there are some things that can't be found for a long time, so they are put on hold here for the time being.
The second is how big the business between the two ends is going to be.
Naturally, it goes without saying about logistics, first join in the city to make a profit, and when the development is strong enough, it will transform the advantageous resources in the city to the outside.
What Jiang Wang likes are the test papers and tutorial books here.
People's reading habits come and go. In the future, physical books will not be easy to sell, except for one subject.
——The true volume of the proposition.
It is a person who has to do questions in this life, and maybe he has done more questions than he has slept.
He plans to revitalize the industrial chain first, and then create a set of his own IP.
The name has already been thought of, it is called "Golden Twelve Volumes".
On the one hand, we must cover the National Examination of Law, Finance and Economics, and on the other hand, we must cover the junior high school entrance examination, junior high school entrance examination, and march towards victory in the whole country.
With macro goals in place, men are particularly enthusiastic when they visit the book market on Sunday.
Peng Xingwang is still young and heartless, holding a cotton candy and touching it around, just thinking that he is visiting a very interesting market.
Ji Linqiu was a little surprised.
"Does Brother Jiang care about education so much?" He smiled and said, "You don't have to start looking for the college entrance examination book so early."
Jiang Wanglue explained a few words, and Ji Linqiu quickly understood, and analyzed what the two cities lacked while walking around.
On the street, there are hawkers pushing glass cabinets to sell bowls of fruit. The pineapples are cut into prisms and strung on bamboo sticks. They look extra fresh when they are stained with clear water drops.
Peng Xingwang was still concentrating on gnawing on the marshmallow, his face was covered with sticky paste, he was not interested in this.
Jiang Wang was a little thirsty, so he took a few more glances at the rose-purple grapes.
Ji Linqiu spoke first, with a warm and clear voice.
"how much is this?"
The little old lady saw that the three of them were clean and well-dressed, and she rolled her eyes and asked for prices: "Twenty-one bowls."
Directly doubled by five times.
Ji Linqiu smiled lightly, and said a few words in local language in a low voice, the tone of voice fluctuated quite authentically.
The old lady's face changed suddenly, she waved her hands and apologized repeatedly, saying that it only cost three yuan.
The child didn't hear clearly: "Zebra? What zebra?"
Jiang Wang squinted and covered his ears: "You heard wrong."
Ji Linqiu picked the freshest small bowl of grapes, wiped the water droplets with a paper towel and tasted one first.
Then the smiling eyes curved: "It's delicious, not sour."
So his brows and eyes turned slightly, and he gave the sweet bowl to Jiang Wang, and bought another bowl for himself, taking care of the old lady's business.
The old lady also knew she was wrong, she said several words of thanks and then pushed the cart and ran away.
Jiang Wang walked a few steps with him, tasted two grapes to relieve the heat, and said slowly: "This is the first time I see the teacher like this."
Seeing Wen Sheng whispering with a polite look, he was so fierce that he didn't dare to play tricks.
Ji Linqiu raised his eyebrows and did not deny it.
This trip was very fruitful, Jiang Wang planned to be both a purchaser and a lead seller, and saved a lot of mobile phone numbers.
They drove back to City A in the afternoon, and the two took turns driving halfway.
When it was Ji Linqiu's turn to sit in the driver's seat, he rolled up his sleeves with an ah, lowered his head and turned his wrists to look carefully: "I didn't pay attention to eating grapes, my sleeves got dirty."
Jiang Wang sat in the passenger seat and looked at him, inexplicably finding him cute.
On Monday, someone deliberately left work early, squatted in the phone booth on the way from school, and chatted with someone pretending to be involved.
Not long after, Peng Xingwang appeared at the gate of the primary school, with a key hanging around his neck, holding his schoolbag with both hands and walking with his friends.
The elementary school students dispersed like a flock of birds, and the three long streets were immediately bustling with activity, and the vendors cheered up and yelled to sell their goods.
Peng Xingwang was talking to his classmates, his eyes were looking around like searchlights.
Sure enough, a few junior high school students popped up ahead, and they blocked the road as soon as they stopped and drove away, begging for money from the children with a playful smile.
The teenage kid also watched some Hong Kong movies, butt on his head. He wore a flowered shirt and deliberately unscrewed the first three buttons to reveal his rib-like chest. Cutting sugar cane with a knife seems to be gesticulating randomly.
Peng Xingwang stopped, and quickly told his friend to change the way home, while he braced himself and prepared to cross the road not far away.
The sufferer who was targeted was about to cry: "Didn't I already give you the money? I really don't have any money. I gave you all my lunch money to go online!!"
The second-rate junior high school student was about to speak when he was suddenly patted on the shoulder.
The shadow of the 1.9-meter-tall man loomed in front of them, and he smiled politely.
"What about collecting protection fees?"
The junior high school student was taken aback, and the fifth-grade follower beside him ran away.
Peng Xingwang almost yelled, covered his mouth with one hand and hid behind the telephone pole to peek.
It's over, it's over, big brother is really eyeing them!
They are still students! ! Brother! ! !
The little ruffian didn't expect an adult to join in, and when he looked up and saw the scar on his broken eyebrow, his momentum had already weakened, but there was still a good brother watching by him, so he couldn't lose face.
So he forced his chest out and cursed back in a rough voice: "It's none of your business? Don't suffer from me!"
Jiang Wang was in a good mood, motioned the crying child to go home quickly, played with the folding knife with one hand, and let out another yo.
"The trademark is not torn off."
Hey? ? Where is my knife? ? Why is my knife in his hand? !
The junior high school student's face turned pale, he stretched out his hand to snatch it but was afraid of slapping his hand, forced to imitate an adult and cursed again, the male duck's voice was particularly embarrassing during the voice change period.
Before he fell to the ground, his neck was suddenly held against the handle of the knife, and the icy touch rushed directly to the top of the sky.
"My lord happened to pass by here," the man lowered his head and said slowly, "Come to collect a protection fee, too."
"I cover this street, understand."
The three junior high school students next to them stood upright, nodding quickly while trying to avoid the eyes of their big brother asking for help.
"It's useless to just nod your head." Jiang Wang smiled evilly, and opened his palms: "Huh?"
A few junior high school students took out money with a sad face, and took out ten or twenty yuan and put them in his hand.
The leader of the ruffian had never been stabbed to the neck with a knife in his life, and he didn't dare to tremble for fear of accidents when his face turned pale.
"Money, all the money is with them."
The junior high school student next to him shook his head quickly: "It's not us, it's from above."
"Oh, and the top." The man gave a long answer, shook the broken notes and smiled again: "That's all?"
The little ruffian gouged out the short man next to him with his eyes, and the latter reluctantly took out the whole fifty and handed it in.
"Okay, one hundred and five yuan." Jiang Wang twitched his wrist, and the child whose throat was locked almost knelt down.
"I won't return the knife, remember to bring more next time." He raised his hand, and the pocket knife flew into the hot dry noodle bowl in the trash can: "Stand firm and say sorry Brother Jiang, let you go."
The leading ruffian's face was blue and white, and he was clamped by his accomplices from left to right, and they all bowed at ninety degrees: "Brother Jiang, I'm sorry!"
Seeing that he was about to leave, the little ruffian suddenly burst into curses.
"Drafting! Drafting!"
He stretched out his hand and pointed at Jiang Wang's nose, turned around and ran away after speaking harshly.
"Labor and capital are the helmsman, let me tell you, Zhanlong Feitian will not let you go! Paralyzed!"
Jiang Wang watched silently.
After the gang of junior high school students escaped cleanly, Peng Xingwang ran over with his school uniform and stood close to his elder brother.
"... Are you here to pick me up?"
Jiang Wang was still reminiscing the feeling of being threatened by a junior high school bully, and after a few seconds he looked down at the child who was tugging at the corner of his clothes.
"What is Zhanlong Feitian?"
He tried to hold back a laugh and repeated the name in full.
The child didn't recognize the tone of the elder brother, frowned and thought about it for a while, then pretended to be stupid.
"do not know."
"Peng, Xing, Wang."
The child continued to play dumb: "Let's go, I'm so hungry, what's for dinner?"
Jiang Wang casually threw the more than one hundred yuan into the donation box hanging on the iron gate of the neighborhood committee, and let him walk forward by the hem of his clothes.
Then he opened his mouth quietly.
"Don't talk about it, I'll give you to them to play."
Peng Xingwang looked aggrieved: "Brother, I'm doing it for your own good."
If you think about it carefully, it seems that this happened when I was a child.
It's just that Jiang Wang was still trying to avoid his father's beatings at that time, and worried about how to be cheeky every day, so there were very few related memories.
The two went to KFC and one of them ate a bowl of mashed potatoes. The child stammered and explained the matter clearly.
It turned out that in the local junior high school and high school, there were several gangs with complex forces, mainly composed of social idlers and school bullies.
Gang and team building activities are for dating, smoking and gang fights. They often gather in the billiard hall of Internet cafes and the corner of the school playground.
For adults, this kind of behavior is so secondary that it would be a bit shameful to mention it, but in the eyes of elementary school students and junior high school students, it is no less than the battle of the century between Gryffindor and Slytherin.
Very cool, very awesome.
Jiang Wang's expression became a little kind after hearing this.
"How about this Dragon Flying to the Sky?"
He tried not to sound too pitiful in his tone.
After Peng Xingwang thought about it, he still hoped that his elder brother would not step into the dangerous and muddy water here.
The child squeezed out the most serious expression he could think of, and said sternly: "Zhanlong Feitian is the biggest gang in our gang."
"I heard," the child lowered his voice, and quietly added: "Their boss... stabbed hundreds of people to death."
Jiang Wang nodded seriously: "Well, there are more."
"Their boss has been repeated for many years, and his subordinates can use guns. When they fight in groups, the whole playground is stained blood red!"
"They smoke fiercely!! They smoke better than you, really!! They smoke everywhere they go!!"
The more Peng Xingwang talked, the more afraid he became, and he even sincerely regretted Jiang Wang's reckless behavior today: "Why don't we move, brother, I'm afraid something will happen to you."
"Don't be afraid." Jiang Wang pressed his childhood version of himself, and said affectionately: "Your elder brother came to this world to uphold justice and give the world the light of righteousness."
Children are particularly touched.
"Brother, don't pick me up from school anymore."
"If you are stabbed to death, I can't move you."