Transmigrated to Twenty Years Ago and Adopted Myself

Chapter 14

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Peng Xingwang was so embarrassed that the top of his head smoked for a moment.

He held Jiang Wang's hand tightly, his face flushed and he didn't know what to do.

The instigator raised his chin, and the eighteen bodyguards retreated neatly, making two loud noises on the concrete floor stepped on by the black heels.

Some parents who had never seen the world looked relaxed, and the faces of the children next to them couldn't help but envy.

— After all, it was a small town in the fifth and sixth tiers in 2006. Many children had to go to university to have the opportunity to visit the provincial capital.

The elementary school students here's understanding of "celebrities and nobles" is still limited to the big health-care style local tyrant decorations on TV. Seeing Peng Xingwang's treatment like this, they are so fresh that they can't walk. They stretch their necks and refuse to go home with their parents for a long time. .

"That's amazing... so Peng Xingwang is the young master?"

"God, why did he have so many people pick him up?!"

"Hey? Is this your classmate??"

Peng Xingwang listened to the discussions of the people around him and heard his ears burning, so he hurriedly said, "Let's go."

Jiang Wang bowed solemnly like his personal butler: "Master, please."

What please! ! It takes only five minutes to walk home! ! !

Before the child could react, the bodyguard with sunglasses on the left took the Mickey Mouse schoolbag with both hands gently, and the bodyguard on the right took the school uniform, and then led him into the super long luxury car under the eyes of everyone.

Jiang Wang helped him close the car door, bowed deeply and sat in the car behind, and the guard of honor disappeared.

Sun Rongrong stood not far away and watched the whole process in a daze, then suddenly turned her head to look at her parents behind her.

"You don't love me at all, do you?"

The faces of men and women are ugly.

The wealthy team walked half a circle around the city and stopped at the door of the newly opened western restaurant. Before disbanding, they even took a photo together as a souvenir for both parties.

Peng Xingwang followed Jiang Wang to eat steak again, with an embarrassed expression and couldn't help laughing.

"Brother, you're like this..." He covered his head with his hands, completely unable to think of words to describe it: "I don't even know how to explain it tomorrow."

"No need." Jiang Wang was tasting his lemon-flavored chocolate parfait, and was lightly hissed by Bing: "If they ask you, just smile and shake your head, don't admit anything."

The child has not yet mastered the senior tricks that he has mastered twenty years later, so he said: "But..."

"You can't make up stories, can you?"

"If you don't speak, they will make it up for you."

From the next day, Hongshan Primary School has been fully surrounded by mysterious legends.

It was clearly the last few days of the end of the term, and the attention of the children was all attracted by the first-year noble freshmen.

Some people say that he is actually the transnational orphan of the Queen of England, and some people say that he eats with diamond spoons.

Children's imagination is limited. If you take home what you see and hear and tell your family members, you will get full guesses that are more fancy than TV dramas.

So Jiang Wang's identity changed from an ordinary businessman to a mysterious second generation from the capital. Maybe the child came here just to experience life.

— There is also a full explanation of why martial arts are so strong and fortune-telling is also fully explained, which is very reasonable and very wealthy.

Peng Xingwang's father had to explain many times, but no one believed him when he told the truth, and even less when he told lies.

The kid also didn't expect that one day everyone would look at him with the eyes of Cinderella and Long Aotian at the same time, so they could only study silently and pretend that they didn't know anything.

The children in Class 1 and 3 became inexplicably elated, and all of them were energetic when they went out to do radio gymnastics, as if they had gained a lot of face.

Ji Linqiu met Jiang Wang again afterwards, and expressed his sincere thanks.

"It's a good thing you didn't deal with the problem in a...more drastic way."

"After all, it's at school, and it won't be good if there's a lot of trouble." Jiang Wang blushed and was honest when he said this: "It's like adding some interesting childhood memories to him."

He will not compete with seven or eight-year-old girls, but he will definitely fully protect the self-esteem of his children.

Even if the means are a little nonsensical, the effect is good.

The two were chatting when the phone rang.

"Brother Jiang!! Brother Jiang is not good!!"

Ji Linqiu felt a little regretful: "Let's talk next time."

"Well," Jiang Wang quickly answered the phone and walked out: "What's the matter? Speak steadily, how many times have I taught you."

The men under him were also panicked.

"Our online store has only been open for two days. A school from another province called and ordered 5,000 copies of "Senior Senior High School Volume"!"

"They repeatedly emphasized that the goods should be delivered within seven days, saying that it will be used as a summer homework for the three schools to jointly increase the amount, and the students will not be able to send it later because they are on vacation!"

Jiang Wang speeded up to the parking lot with a solemn tone.

"How much is in stock now?"

"We have searched all three warehouses, and we have stockpiled 800 copies in total. How could we expect this to sell so well." The man said worriedly: "We may not be able to buy enough when we go to the provincial capital now. Several wholesalers There is a fixed amount of stock in the market.”

"Have you given the deposit?"

"I listened to your previous instructions. Based on the 20% off internal discount price, I have already collected the money and invoiced."

The man originally drove to the warehouse of his bookstore, but temporarily changed his direction to the light industrial area: "The publishing house called me, and I will ask them for approval temporarily."

"Is this - is this okay?"

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up."

The publishing house made four consecutive phone calls before anyone answered slowly. He was confused when he heard that the business was coming, and excused that he had never dealt with this kind of thing before, and he would contact me again on a working day.

Jiang Wang had to suppress his voice a little more fiercely.

"Does your boss know that you do things like this?"

"Listen, this is my cell phone number. It's turned on 24 hours a day. Now transfer the call to someone who can handle it."

"If you can't handle it well, I'll just drive downstairs to your publishing house to discuss business. By the way, I'll ask the editor-in-chief why he found such a fool."

The person on the other side has never been scolded for being an idiot for speaking in an official tone for many years. After being dazed for a long time, he didn't scold him back. He hurriedly said that he knew and hung up the phone.

Jiang Wang parked the car next to the familiar printing factory, counting down the minutes with his forehead on the steering wheel.

If the publishing house dragged him on to discuss book exchange directly with the school, the transaction volume of this business would be close to 100,000, and it was also related to the long-term cooperation with schools in other provinces, so it must not be lost.

Twenty-six seconds into the countdown, the call came again.

This time it was a slightly older female voice.

"I'm the editor-in-chief of the publishing house, so let's talk about something."

It took Jiang Wang 20 minutes to discuss the matter of printing OEM, but the other party said that the whole book file is so large that it needs to be delivered by a mobile hard disk or a USB flash drive, and it is impossible to send it by email.

"One more thing, the contract also takes time. It will take a week just for both parties to stamp the official seals once and for all?"

"This set of confidential volumes from our publishing house is a joint bet by several well-known universities in H province, and it is indeed very valuable." The editor-in-chief took a sip of tea and said slowly: "So when it comes to data handover and contract signing, we must protect it even more. good for both parties."

Jiang Wang took a deep breath and drove the car to the gas station.

"I'm going to get the official seal, and now drive to the provincial capital."

The other party froze for a while.

"Are you really going to make this trip?"

"Even if you can get to the southeast within three days by express delivery, is it possible to get 5,000 copies with printing and packaging in four days without today's back and forth?"

"I know." The man said calmly, "I've hung up the phone. I'll see you in three hours."

He needs four printing plants to start working at the same time, and come back with an encrypted hard drive within seven hours.

In 2006, the day of the dog, there is not even an electronic official seal.

It only took Jiang Wang two hours and ten minutes to drive from city A to the provincial capital. When he saw the editor-in-chief, he didn't drink a sip of water. It took only fifteen minutes before and after the contract was signed and stamped, and he took the hard drive contract and turned back to the city.

It was already four o'clock in the morning when the four printing factories were all negotiated and the manpower was arranged to start working overnight.

He drove home from the suburbs, his mind was so tired that it went blank, and he couldn't think of anything extra.

Earning nearly 100,000 yuan in seven days, the requirements of each process are terrifyingly precise.

What if it is done

He didn't think about what would happen if the list fell in his hand.

At four o'clock in the morning, the city is empty, and the shadows of the street lights look lonely.

Jiang Wang was so sleepy from smoking, when he was waiting for the traffic light, he saw several figures near the food stall on the opposite corner of the street.

The man rubbed his eyes, and with excellent eyesight, he noticed that two people were trying to carry the other.

In the end, the man was so drunk that he seemed unable to stand up.

The two companions couldn't handle him, and they were stingy at calling for a car to take him back, so they threw the man directly into the bus stop next to the street light, and let the man collapse on the cold brick floor.

There were three people in front beckoning them to go quickly, and the two behind them walked away with their shoulders crossed, their figures disappeared after a while.

… and a bunch of grandchildren too.

Jiang Wang was so sleepy that he could fall asleep in the car, he hesitated for a few seconds before driving the car towards that person.

Although it is midsummer now, the ground is cool at night, and if you sleep all night, you will be covered in mosquitos at most, but you are still afraid of accidents.

There was an alcoholic in his family, so he was very careful.

Xiali stopped slowly beside the bus station, the man's eyes were stunned, his chest was aching.

Peng Jiahui clasped a black briefcase with both hands, and slept in the bushes with dust all over his body, with grass leaves on his neck and trousers.

He drank so badly that his cheeks turned purple, but his body had lost self-control, and it was difficult to vomit some wine.

Jiang Wang has experienced too many drinking situations since he was in his twenties, so he knows what role he is playing.

—No matter the public institution or the foreign company, there is such a person who is responsible for toasting to the side when discussing business, in order to satisfy the subtle desire for control of the bosses and managers.

Anyone who can drink or not will toast him attentively, as if as long as a few bottles of red and white are down, the sincerity of both parties will be honest.

As for physical health, normal liver and spleen

That has nothing to do with group interests.

Throw it away after use, it's really a fucking beast.

Jiang Wang got out of the car and walked over to check Peng Jiahui's breath, his tone was not friendly.

"Wake up, can you see who I am?"

The middle-aged man's voice was vague, and his fingers were so paralyzed that he couldn't bend them flexibly.

He wanted to open his eyes and fall asleep, his breathing was choked from time to time, and he coughed in embarrassment.

Jiang Wang put out the cigarette, supported his biological father with both hands and lifted him up: "Cough it out, don't get stuck, you cooperate."

At this moment, the man's consciousness was in a state of confusion, and he couldn't speak a complete sentence. The only thing he remembered was to hold on to his briefcase tightly, not to lose important things.

"Peng Jiahui, be sober." Jiang Wang said angrily, "Three two one, breathe!"

He rapped the man on the back very skillfully, and the man let out a long gasp as if he was drowning, struggling and said: "...it hurts."

"Where does it hurt?"

Peng Jiahui's eyes were bloodshot, he couldn't focus his eyes when he opened them, he murmured and cried out in pain.

Jiang Wang dragged him for a few minutes and was sweating from exhaustion. Realizing that his biological father might really die on this street, he turned around and walked towards the car with him on his back.

He tried so hard to forget this person that he refused to give his name a surname, but he still couldn't let him die on the street, so it was over.

A drunk person is extremely heavy, and it is very difficult to walk with his back on his back.

"Don't spit on me!" Jiang Wang heard his weak breathing, and increased the volume of his voice again to keep the other party awake: "Wake up! Put your head into the compartment, can you see it to the right?!"

He drove all the way to the night emergency department of the People's Hospital, constantly checking whether Peng Jiahui was still conscious.

The doctor was a little annoyed when he received the person: "What's all this drinking?! Aren't you afraid that he will die from stomach bleeding? Don't stop him when he's like this?!"

"Who are you?!"

Jiang Wang said wearily: "Neighbor."

Don't even want to call it a friend.

A few nurses hurried over to take care of Peng Jiahui's gastric lavage, and left an intern to inform him to register to pay the bill and get the medicine.

"At present, there is severe alcoholism, and there must be acute gastrointestinal reactions. The specifics need to be further confirmed."

"Don't leave tonight, it's best to stay here all the time to avoid accidents."

The doctor handed him several forms, and his voice was urgent and fast: "Do you know his family members? Inform the patient's family members as soon as possible."

Jiang Wang thought for a while: "I guess they are all dead, if you need anything, please call me."

As for Peng Xingwang, the child is sleeping, so don't look for him.

Jiang Wang had to watch until dawn.

He fell asleep leaning against the wall in a drowsy state for a while, and woke up suddenly with his head down because of the loss of strength in his neck.

The nurse came again and informed him that he had to fill in the patient's ID number, age and address for admission procedures.

Jiang Wangben was holding the black briefcase for Peng Jiahui, sitting alone in the dark and urine-smelling emergency room.

He looked down for two seconds, then reached out to open the briefcase.

A few pieces of change, the total amount does not exceed eighty.

An ID card, a bunch of keys, and the keychain is a yellowed plastic lamb.

Further inside, there is a more concealed zipper interlayer.

He paused for two seconds before fully opening the zipper.

The first thing that catches the eye is the brand new five hundred dollars.

Jiang Wang was how he was when he gave it to him that day, and it is still what it is now, and none of them have been moved.

Pulling the red note aside, there is a carefully folded purchase agreement inside.

"Proposed to order EP-12 parts five packs from Chengfeng Machinery Company"

Under the nonsensical documents, there are handprints and signatures of both parties, as well as the transaction amount.

"Twenty thousand yuan"

"Fuck." The man cursed fiercely, causing the infusion patient to stare in surprise.

Drinking like this for a bill of 20,000 yuan, he is not afraid of letting the child burn paper for him tomorrow.

Jiang Wang had no idea where to send out the unknown fire. If he was younger and more energetic at this time, he might just drive to kill those idiots.

Hit them all.

He packed the things back to their original state two or three times, got up and went to arrange an inpatient ward for Peng Jiahui.

After all the trivial tasks were done, it was already seven o'clock in the morning, and people outside the corridor came to visit their families with hot breakfasts.

Peng Jiahui was arranged to have a gastric lavage infusion in the middle of the night, and he was already fast asleep by this time.

Jiang Wang didn't want to stay in the same room with this person, sitting outside the ward by himself against the wall and sleeping with his eyes closed.

His neck hurts.

The phone of the printing house rang suddenly at 9:30, asking about alternatives to the process of making books.

Jiang Wang woke up and quickly finished his answer, then got up to see Peng Jiahui who was still rehydrating.

The latter vomited several times in the middle of the night and early in the morning, all thanks to the help of nurses.

Jiang Wang originally wanted to take a look and arrange for the nurse to leave by himself, but Peng Jiahui heard his footsteps and opened his eyes with some difficulty.

"Here is your bag." Jiang Wang said coldly, "No one will save you next time."

Peng Jiahui's face was sickly pale, his lips moved as he wanted to speak, but he couldn't make a sound.

Jiang Wang held back his temper and fed him water.

"Please," Peng Jiahui's consciousness has not fully recovered, and he still speaks intermittently: "Don't, don't tell Xingxing."

Jiang Wang is actually not used to being called nicknames.

The name Xing Xing, even now, is only called Peng Xingwang when he is in a good mood.

The middle-aged man was afraid that he would not agree, so he tried his best to support his body and begged again.

"Understood." Jiang Wang said expressionlessly, "I have to go to work, is there anything else?"

"No, no," Peng Jiahui's voice was hoarse: "Brother, thank you."

"The doctor said that if you send it in a little later, you might die there because of stomach bleeding." Jiang Wang originally wanted to say a few words and left, but when he opened his mouth, he became angry again: "Is it right for you to find a job?" Is it difficult for you to kill yourself and live a good life?"

"They let you drink and you drink? What are you? Give them something to laugh at??"

Peng Jiahui was so trained that he didn't dare to speak, so he lowered his gaze uselessly, as if admitting his mistake.

Jiang Wang looked at his bullying look, took a deep breath, turned around and walked out, thinking that I am too busy to care about you, why, get the hell out of here.

After walking a few steps, he turned back and stood in front of Peng Jiahui's hospital bed, frowning at him.

"Come to my company."

"Don't play with those idiots, you know."

Peng Jiahui, who was in his thirties, looked much younger than he remembered, showing a bewildered feeling caught between youth and middle age.

The identity is already a father, but he didn't think about his position in this world, as if he owed a lot of debts in life, flustered, tired and pale.

It is also possible that many people live into their thirties and are completely unprepared to shoulder the lives of more family members.

Jiang Wang really didn't want to have anything to do with this person, but with his current life, it was very easy to arrange a leisurely and stable job for Peng Jiahui.

Before Jiang Wang could offer more favorable conditions and treatment, Peng Jiahui shook his head and refused.

"Far fragrance and near smell." Peng Jiahui's throat was hurting, and he spoke very slowly: "I can't raise a child, so I can only give you the stars, I'm sorry."

"Brother... I'm sorry."

Jiang Wang pursed his lips and said nothing.

He knew where this person was thinking.

Probably after his son was taken away, Peng Jiahui regained consciousness and went back to the main line of life, looking for a job to make money and trying to change a decent residence. He was forced to re-realize his incompetence in all aspects.

He would rather Peng Xingwang stay with Jiang Wang to live a decent life than not accept a new job, not to bore Jiang Wang and treat Xing Wang badly.

The nurse came over to change the medicine with the tray again, urging Jiang Wang to finish chatting and leave.

"The patient needs to rest, don't visit for too long!"

Jiang Wang looked down at Peng Jiahui, wanting to ask him why you look like a human being now.

When life is unsatisfactory, you beat the child to vent your anger, and you can't even keep your wife when you are in your thirties. What the hell did you do in the first half of your life

He didn't say anything in the end, and put the black briefcase deep in the bedside table.

"Recover well and see you tomorrow."

"Don't be hospitalized in advance, the company is embarrassing you and come to me directly, understand?"

He is only a few years behind his father now, and he is still called a brother.

Jiang Wang didn't wait for Peng Jiahui's reaction, turned around and left without looking back.

He fell asleep when he got home, and slept from ten o'clock in the morning until midnight.

The next day the child didn't ask him where he was, but happily said that he could do many questions in the final exam and that he had finished all his homework.

Jiang Wangpan slept on his back on the bed, and he replied weakly, sent him to Teacher Ji's to study English, then turned to buy hot porridge and went to visit Peng Jiahui.

Peng Jiahui is very energetic today, although he is still under the pressure of the nurse for infusion, he finally speaks sharply.

He stammered and explained how difficult it was to negotiate business a few days ago, that he was actually about to be promoted, and that the company had a good attitude and compensated the nutrition expenses.

Jiang Wang propped his chin and listened expressionlessly, and only occasionally saw Peng Jiahui's embarrassing expression, so he hummed in a flattering manner.

"By the way," the man tentatively said, "Since you are... Wenjuan's relative, you should know about her situation."

Jiang Wang was still flattering her habitually at first, but after a while, she realized that Wenjuan was her own mother.

"Wenjuan seems to have been married for almost a year. I heard it from relatives back in the city." Peng Jiahui sighed: "If she hadn't accidentally had a child back then, she would have lived a much better life than she is now."

Jiang Wang heard his biological father talk about his biological mother for the first time, and countless questions came to his throat, but he just nodded his head calmly.

"She likes the kind of person who went to college, and she cried all the time when she married me." Peng Jiahui defended himself: "I didn't stop me when I wanted to get a divorce, but who would have thought that she didn't want any children, as if she was afraid that I would pester her. She ran away in a hurry."

"What do you think Wenjuan is running away from? Is life so hard in a small city?"

Having said that, Peng Jiahui sat upright, frowning and chattering.

"By the way, I heard that she will come back this month. When you bring Xing Xing to dinner with her, I won't go. I don't have much to say when we meet, right?"

"Xing Xing must have missed her."