"Happy birthday to you—happy birthday to you—"
Jiang Wang sang the birthday song for the first time in twenty-eight years. Although he was still a little ashamed in his heart, he sang the song from beginning to end with a straight expression.
After finishing the work, accompany Peng Xingwang to cut the cake.
"What wish did you make?" Peng Xingwang was very curious, but just as he asked, he waved his hands hurriedly: "Don't say it, don't say it, it won't work if you say it."
Before Jiang Wang could answer, the child couldn't help but said, "I make a wish to be the first in the final exam!"
Jiang Ge was very silent.
"Did you know that it is an honor to be the parent of the first child, and you will be praised by the teacher at the parent meeting!" Peng Xingwang handed him a paper plate full of cakes, and threw the chocolate label into his mouth and chewed : "I can score 80% in the English test now, and I will definitely be able to review and review again!"
Jiang Wang rarely cared about his score.
He doesn't know how to do homework, doesn't know how to read textbooks, but he teaches very hard, but he doesn't put pressure on him, forcing children to score in the test.
Jiang Wang has never been in love before, and it is the first time to raise a child.
After much deliberation, I don't plan to train any Tsinghua students, as long as I can be happy from childhood to adulthood.
After twenty years, if the child's facial features and outlines are exactly the same as his own, then he will find a way to explain that he is really not the old king next door.
Thinking of this, the man suddenly became interested.
"Peng Xingwang, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
When he was a child, he didn't seem to have time to think about his ideals in life, but now it's fun to listen to.
Peng Xingwang ate the cake in small bites, and thought about it seriously for a while.
"I want to be a bus driver."
"Why a bus?"
"Because, because driving a bus is like driving a boat in the city. It is very romantic." The boy gestured and said, "The driver will always have a place to sit, and he can also play his favorite radio channel for everyone. I am very happy. what."
The child only learned how to write the word romantic this week, so he can use it when he gets the chance.
"If you can't drive a bus, it's good to herd sheep." Peng Xingwang said again: "I like sheep, and sheep are very good."
Jiang Wang held his chin and listened to his thoughts, unexpectedly feeling very good.
"Okay, if you go to the countryside to herd sheep later, I'll match you with a few border herds." The elder brother spoke very stiffly: "The cotton-padded jacket and scarf in winter are all pointing at you."
"Okay! Pull Gogou!"
Since the end of the World Cup on July 10, Jiang Wang's temporary ATM was officially closed.
The men in the whole town who watched the game couldn't get enough of it, so they asked the fortune teller to bet on other things.
Jiang Wang still has some AFC Champions League records in his memory, but they can be thrown aside for the time being.
His savings and contacts are quite sufficient.
Compared with counting how many goals will be scored on TV tonight, more people are surprised that he can count cheating and divorce, recover from illness, and even see who is pregnant with a boy or girl.
Sometimes someone invites Jiang Wang to dinner. It was originally about business cooperation. After eating, Boss Jiang wiped his mouth and said, "I am pregnant with a daughter, congratulations."
The guy in charge was dumbfounded: "What, is my wife pregnant?!"
His mouth is sharp enough that even with an accent mixed from north to south at the same time, he can gain a foothold in this small town very quickly.
When the mothers-in-law and aunts in the office saw him, they wished they could stay and say a few more words, and it felt like flying through the certificate process.
On July 12th, there are five days before the final exam holiday for primary school students, and I don't forget the official opening of the bookstore.
The address is just to the right of Aunt Hu's noodle shop. The two shops were directly combined and renovated, and there is a small shop selling roast jelly and curry fish balls. The name is also called Buwang Milk Tea.
It stands to reason that the new store would not open so fast, but Boss Jiang gave the money with a clear mind. He came to supervise the work sooner or later, not to mention, and invited the workers to drink and eat skewers every now and then. The quality of the store is naturally very good.
Hongshan Junior High School is only a ten-minute walk away. Many teachers also like to visit this street. The well-categorized teaching materials sell well on the first day they open.
After all, the boss's signboard is on display—
All the good teaching assistants from the whole H province have moved here! Don't be afraid you can't finish it! !
Grandpa and grandma bring their children to buy books over 40 and come with a basket of eggs, buy more and get more!
There are eggs here, and the bookstore is full of business on the spot, and the boys are so busy that they can't wait to make milk tea with their heads.
Jiang Wang asked Peng Xingwang to help take care of the business, and he adjusted the monitoring of six positions at the counter, and suddenly felt that a child was staring at him.
He raised his head and met the eyes of the sniffling kid.
"...Yang Kai." Jiang Wangping said straightforwardly, "What do you see me doing?"
The child was surprised: "Do you still remember my name?"
Well, after all, it is a friendship that we ate sweet potatoes in the wilderness together and risked our lives together when we were soldiers.
When Yang Kai was in his twenties, he was very philosophical, as if he had understood life and death early on, and there was a set of principles. Usually Jiang Wang encounters something, but if he listens to him talking about Floyd and Archimedes, he will definitely think about it.
At present the philosopher is still sniffling.
"I invite you to drink milk tea." Jiang Wang signaled the clerk to make a cup for the child first, and sat opposite Yang Kai: "You are Peng Xingwang's good friend, I remember you."
Yang Kai nodded very experiencedly: "I want strawberry milk tea with coconut fruit."
Jiang Wang sat with his best friend who had shrunk by twenty years, and wanted to catch up on the old days and talk about something, but felt that he couldn't find anything to say.
So he propped his head up to watch the little fat man sucking coconuts.
"Brother Jiang," Yang Kai was also thirsty, and said after drinking most of the glass, "What do you want?"
Jiang Wang didn't expect this guy to start philosophy right away.
So I answered the same as before: "What do you think?"
"I don't think you have figured it out yet." The child hugged the strawberry coconut milk and said, "I'm going to fly a plane in the future, from here to Mexico. I heard that there is Godzilla in Mexico."
No, you will go to graduate school to study biology in the future, and then cry while cursing and doing experiments in a foreign country.
Jiang Wang paused for a moment, then asked again: "Why do you think I didn't think it through?"
"It's very simple." Yang Kai pointed to his collar: "Everyone wears a small iron badge, but you don't."
Jiang Wang reached out to touch it, and realized that he was talking about the badge he assigned to the clerk, and this inspiration came from the school badge that everyone in Hongshan Primary School had.
He is the boss behind the scenes, and he doesn't need to wear the store manager's logo, and the neckline is very clean.
He doesn't like being tied down by status, and always has been. It is very free to choose this way, but at the same time it will not give you a sense of belonging, and I don’t know if it is considered good.
The man decided to refer to the opinion of the little philosopher again.
"Then when do you think I'll figure it out?"
"This." Yang Kai touched his collar: "Whenever you want to wear something else on your clothes, you must have thought about it."
While chatting, Peng Xingwang brought a group of children over.
"Brother!" He deliberately shouted loudly and crisply: "They all want to buy Pipilu's set! There are eight people in total, can you give me a discount!"
Jiang Wang blinked his eyes, thinking that this child really follows me and has a rich future.
"Okay, go over there to check out, everyone gets 20% off."
The child giggled, and said loudly while his friends passed by: "There is free orange juice over there! Remember to drink it!"
Jiang Wang hugged the child aside and bit his ear: "I'll give you a commission later."
"real?!"
"Well," Jiang Wang laughed: "Maybe you can pay the tuition by yourself when you are in junior high school."
The belonging of life is temporarily an illusory philosophical issue, but doing business to make money is the real highlight at present.
Jiang Wang is very good at doing things, taking the opportunity to promote the bookstore business and the city-wide express delivery together, and pushing away the marketing while the advertisement is cheap.
At present, the business of express stores is mainly to undertake the transportation of large quantities of goods between companies and manufacturers, and the number of private businesses is very small.
Taking advantage of the flow of senior teaching assistants of best-selling novels in bookstores to the whole city, the safety and convenience of express delivery will gradually be accepted by people.
Overall, it's really fucking smooth.
At this juncture, he met a reliable real estate salesman, Fang Quanyou.
Experts are the easiest to look down on. After all, you can see each other's twists and turns in a second. Saying a few more words is equivalent to exploring each other's bottom.
Then I picked the golden location and bought six shops.
Did Fang Quan ever think that this legend can count anything, maybe he can tell at a glance whether the person has hemorrhoids or not, and he also knows the real estate transaction market well, so he simply spread the word and talked about doing open business with each other.
"However, in such a good section of road, it's a pity that all three blocks are picking up bookstores, isn't it?"
Jiang Wang smoked half a cigarette and did not answer, thinking that he had finished his calculations eight hundred years ago.
What he wants is not a bookstore, but a warehouse.
Obviously it is the facade of the bookstore, and it is also the storage and delivery station of the online store, all offline income is considered extra money.
This is the only way to make a profit in business.
Three bookstores opened one after another, taking advantage of the summer vacation to earn a lot of money for reference materials for the final exam. The money for printing color printing and even making animation peripherals is lower than other stores. The more fancy the name of the milk tea, the better.
He made up his mind quickly and walked steadily, and even secretly asked the real master to calculate the auspicious time of Feng Shui before opening.
It is really a profit, and the book is called a beautiful one.
Fang Quanyou never thought that opening a bookstore would lead to such a successful business. After all, everyone was engaged in catering, and few people valued such a small business.
In addition to his surprise, he firmly believed that Boss Jiang was not an ordinary brain, and he made up his mind to go the same way as this one.
It took some time to design the online store, and it is still changing repeatedly.
Jiang Wang was having a meeting with the newly hired artist to discuss ideas, when suddenly Ji Linqiu called.
The tone is very bad.
"Mr. Jiang, Peng Xingwang got into a fight at school, please come over as soon as possible."
When Ji Linqiu is not angry, there is actually a warm, soft stickiness in his voice, which Jiang Wang secretly finds especially useful.
Generally, there is a kind of friendly "Jiang Ge", and the very doting "Xing Wang" and "Xing Xing".
The tone of this phone call was rare and tough, which reminded people of his frown and slightly cold eyes.
Jiang Wang signaled the artist to unplug the USB flash drive and change the main page first, then went downstairs to drive by himself while holding onto Mr. Ji.
"Has something happened to the child?"
"He scratched his female classmate with a triangular ruler," Ji Linqiu said with exhaustion in his tone, "The girl insisted that he was going to cut her face, and now the parents are here to make trouble, asking for an explanation."
"You've worked hard," Jiang Wang said clearly, "I'll be right over, ten minutes at the latest."
After speaking, he took a shortcut all the way to the school.
While stepping on the gas pedal, I feel that something is not right.
Peng Xingwang was himself, and he couldn't understand it better. When he was a child, he was very cowardly. He wanted to cry when he was scared. He was used by his own father to vent his anger. How could he dare to fight with his schoolmates.
Another one, the kid has a pretty good business mind, so he won't offend his classmates easily.
That's probably being provoked or poking a sore spot.
What kind of pain can other seven or eight-year-old children poke at? It is very likely that he scolded his own father, alcoholic and mother for running away, and then added some ugly words from the parents with bad mouths.
Well, very possible.
Thinking of this, the man's eyes darkened, and the air pressure became lower unconsciously.
Dare to scold me? !
The little girl is currently not aware of the miraculous situation of the integration of big brother and younger brother, and she is still crying in the office.
"He... he actually... hiccup, it's too much!"
The two parents next to me also looked ugly.
"Are you coming or not? Isn't Boss Jiang's bookstore right next door, and it takes so long?"
"Man, don't just make some money and then drift away. Could it be that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked?"
The tall man pushed open the door and entered, his clothes fluttering as he walked.
"Sorry, I'm late." He shook hands with the two parents neatly, and then greeted Mrs. Xu, the head teacher: "You have worked hard."
The old lady was so angry that she was trembling when she spoke, she kept patting the table with her palm, and was speechless for a long time.
No, the two kids are so angry when they fight.
"Where's Xingwang?"
"He was too emotional, I asked him to sit in the next office to relax." Teacher Ji, who was helping to appease the parents, explained, "I'll bring him here now."
"Calm down too, don't feel bad for the child." Jiang Wang looked around and coaxed the old lady procedurally: "I, the parent, must be responsible for his mistakes. Please tell me first, what's wrong?"
Before the old lady could speak, the gorgeously dressed woman sneered.
"What's wrong? How dare your children incite the whole class to beat up my daughter!"
"That's not necessarily true." The old lady said with a look of annoyance: "Keep your voice down, I'm not deaf."
Mrs. Xu is getting old, she is annoying to see everyone, and she speaks directly.
During physical education class in the afternoon, Peng Xingwang and Sun Rongrong didn't know why, they first bickered and then started fighting.
Although it's normal for a child to fight with their guns, who would have thought that Peng Xingwang would open his mouth to ask someone to help him fight, and the girl naturally screamed for the little sisters to come and help.
—Then the whole class scuffled together.
The physical education teacher went to the toilet, and when he came back, he found that the children in the class were beating in full swing, and it took him too much effort to separate them from being kicked and scratched.
Then the little girl rushed to the phone booth to summon her parents with an IC card, and then rushed over to the old lady who was drinking tea and burst into tears.
Sun Rongrong's parents looked very ugly.
"It's shameful enough for a boy to beat a girl, but he still calls a bunch of people?"
"Where are you talking?" Jiang Wang said with a smirk: "Little girls like to scratch their faces with their nails, and their parents dare to kick chickens and pinch balls if their parents are messy. It's not sure who will bully others."
"You—what do you mean!!" The woman immediately raised her eyebrows and said, "Let me tell you, Jiang, don't think that you are great because you have bad money!!"
While talking, Teacher Ji brought Peng Xingwang over.
The little boy was stubborn and didn't cry, but his face was covered with fingernail marks, and one pinched part was almost bleeding.
Jiang Wang understood at a glance, and his voice cooled down.
"Xingwang, brother is here."
"Don't have any worries, just say what you encounter, if you make a mistake, let's admit it, and if you're right, we don't need to bear it."
The little boy bit his mouth and looked at him, his nose was twisted red.
"Be sober." Jiang Wang raised his voice: "What's the matter?"
Peng Xing looked at the others, and his eyes fell on Sun Rongrong's parents.
"Tell me all?"
The girl who was sobbing and crying just now suddenly screamed.
"You are a rogue!!"
"Teacher, he is a liar, don't believe what he says!!"
"I'm not a liar." Peng Xingwang took a deep breath: "You were in gym class and you wore old sneakers, and your friends made fun of you."
"They laughed at your dirty school uniform and rotten shoes, and said that I was the king of rags before, but now you are."
"Don't get angry with them. When you see me right next to you, scold me for being shameless."
"You scold my father for getting drunk and dying by the side of the road sooner or later, scolding my brother for being a gambler and getting his hands chopped off sooner or later, and all the money in the family is dirty money."
"Sun Rongrong, I've reminded you many times, you'd better stop talking."
"Then," he took a deep breath and said forcefully in front of all the teachers, "You called my mother a whore."
"You said that all my family's money was sold by her."
Sun Rongrong stubbornly did not bow her head: "It is! Not only my mother said so, but the neighbors also said that you are a bastard!"
The face of the woman behind her changed, and she cursed angrily: "Fuck you! Did my old lady teach you that!"
Turning around without waiting for others to make trouble, he opened his mouth and scolded the husband next to him: "You have money to raise a woman outside, but you have no money to buy a pair of decent shoes for your daughter. The child is beaten and still keeps silent. Are you a man?!"
Jiang Wang was so noisy that his temples twitched. Before he could get justice from the child, the girl started crying again.
"I'm not the Junk King - I'm not - he is!!"
"Why, why does he have new shoes to wear, he obviously picked them up!!!!"
She was afraid that she wasn't innocent enough, so she didn't care that many students outside the door and window were watching the fun, wiping their tears and crying loudly, wanting to yell for everyone to hear.
"Peng Xingwang picked it up!! He's a wild child!!! I'm not, I have parents, I'm not a rag king!!!"
A child's self-esteem is a terrible thing.
It cannot be said to be meaningless, but it is as difficult to protect as a bubble, and they will be defeated if they are not careful.
Sun Rongrong even cried and howled all the time, and the teachers in the office who wanted to help break the fight all frowned.
Her mother was obviously using this to vent her emotions with her husband, so she didn't care about Peng Xingwang's grievances.
Ji Linqiu was in the class next door before, so he didn't know the details, so his face was very ugly at the moment.
"You are quiet." He suppressed his emotions: "Let's solve the problem first."
Jiang Wang knelt down and wiped the tears Peng Xingwang was holding back with his knuckles.
"You're strong," the man said softly, "You're already trying to do the right thing, aren't you?"
Peng Xingwang bit his lip and nodded, as if he would not be able to hold back his tears if he said a word more.
He didn't want to cry all the time, and he didn't want to cause trouble for his brother.
"What are you looking at?! Go back!!"
The old lady Xu got up and shooed away all the children around her, with a look of boredom on her face.
"Apologize to each other, and the child will submit a self-criticism."
"You two are ignorant, adults, don't be angry."
Jiang Wang didn't smile, and took out his phone in front of them.
"Wait a minute, I have something to say."
"What are you going to do?!" The man was still acting confused just now, but now he immediately became vigilant: "How dare you call someone?!"
"Let me tell you, what you do is no different from gangsters. If you dare to call someone to come to the school to make trouble, I will call the police now!!"
Jiang Wang glanced at him contemptuously, and went out to make a very short phone call.
The expressions of both men and women became flustered and angry.
"You can't make this a big deal!" He roared, "It's because you didn't take care of this bastard, how could a man beat a woman?!!"
"He still wants to scratch my daughter's face—" Sun Rongrong's mother continued to reprimand: "A girl's face can be touched casually!! Hooligans!! Shameless!!!"
Both children opened their eyes wide and waited for Jiang Wang's reaction.
"They were right."
Jiang Wang slowly took Peng Xingwang's hand with a calm voice.
"We cannot solve the problem by force, nor should we involve other students in this matter."
"Xingwang, we say sorry."
He subdued so quickly that everyone present changed their faces.
Ji Linqiu's expression changed slightly, and he wanted to stop him, but Jiang Wangye repeated it in an even more irrefutable tone.
"Xingwang, say sorry with me."
The boy repeated it blankly.
"… sorry."
The old lady Xu was eager to calm things down: "Okay, your family has belittled other children like this, and you will accept it when you see it and apologize, so stop arguing."
Reluctantly, the woman complained to her husband for a few more words.
"As long as you pay attention to your daughter, will she be so ashamed today!"
"It's all right now, the whole school knows that she has a useless father, and she is so poor that she can only wear rags!!"
Jiang Wang looked at the woman's dangling gemstone earrings and said nothing.
"Hurry up," the woman said impatiently, "say I'm sorry!"
"But..." The little girl's eyes showed resentment: "He..."
"Hurry up!!"
"sorry."
Things have been tossing until now, and it's time to leave school.
Jiang Wang never let anyone else touch the child, and led Peng Xingwang back to class to pack his schoolbag.
The child never trembled when he was wronged, and his lips trembled when he returned to the gaze of the whole class.
He knew that everyone heard her calling him a bastard, a picked child.
The school announcement resounded throughout the campus, and everyone was walking towards the door.
The child at the front exclaimed.
"My goodness-"
"Wow!!!"
Peng Xingwang hadn't seen clearly what was going on in front of him, he was dragged over by Jiang Wang in a dazed and aggrieved manner.
I saw four wedding-level extended Cadillacs parked at the gate of the campus, and eighteen bodyguards in suits and sunglasses lined up.
The second after Peng Xingwang appeared, they knelt down on one knee in unison, as if they were being inspected by personal guards.
"Welcome young master home!!"
All kids and parents are dumbfounded.
"Master! Madam called you in London and asked if you would like to adopt that Dalmatian!"
"Master! The Boston lobster has arrived by plane. Do you want to eat braised steamed or baked cheese tonight!"
"Master! Rui Fuxiang's tailor is waiting for you. Will you still use silk silk to make new school uniforms this year?"
Jiang Wang frowned and shook his head: "The shouts are uneven."
The eighteen bodyguards in sunglasses all silenced, and then stood up at the same time to salute.
"Everything is only for the young master!!"
"Master, please order!!!"