Ordinary young people in their twenties who open a shop and do business will inevitably suffer a few times, either miss or overturn, and very few are favored by the god of luck, and they make a fortune on the spot.
In the eyes of many people, Jiang Wang is the type who bury his feet in the ancestral grave.
They feel that this person is not only good at football, but also chooses the location of the bookstore with good geomantic omens, stealing all the golden places in the city without saying a word.
Actually not really.
Jiang Wang's ability to make money from opening a bookstore is due to his keen sense of smell after twenty years and the professional vision of experienced real estate sales.
He can distinguish the traffic volume of several commercial streets at a glance, and the subtle difference between Dongsanpu and Xisanpu.
Seeing that Boss Jiang is making money, many people are also restless. Just two months later, several bookstores tried to follow the same business model, and they also sold milk tea in a decent way, inviting students to come in to read books and do homework .
However, it was lively for a few days, and it returned to a downturn after a few days.
Jiang Wang thought about it and decided to use the existing funds to invest in the provincial capital.
Investing is addictive, like gambling.
At this moment, the major e-commerce companies finally have initial signs of marketing, and online shopping orders are also appearing in small cities in the fifth and sixth tiers.
The real economy is booming, and he has a lot of time to gain a foothold in the provincial capital, and then use it as a radiation point to gradually spread his business to the whole country in more years.
Even better, he clearly remembered the golden location of the provincial capital subway and the subsequent commercial center.
Jiang Wang made a quick decision. He thought of this point the night before, and drove to Yuhan City, the provincial capital, the next morning. When he got there, he refilled half a barrel of oil, and took a camera map to write and draw.
He also brought along a child's ruler. Although there are several Ultraman stickers pasted on it, it is very easy to use.
When several lines cross and draw, a suitable location will appear immediately.
Without much hesitation, he drove over again and stepped on the spot, then observed the nearby buildings that were still under construction and where many people had already moved in, and quickly settled on a large shop with three floors.
The real estate is the blood hub of the city, where there is a surge of abundance, there will be endless life.
Finance didn't expect it to happen so suddenly.
"Boss, really?"
"Don't you think about it?"
"No need." Jiang Wang simply informed him, turned around and signed his name, and asked the designer to re-determine the appearance style.
He was busy for more than ten days. In the end, Jiang Wang simply became a platinum member in a nearby hotel, and returned to the small town after the construction plan was fully finalized.
The day I came back was already September 9th, and the child had been in the second grade for several days.
Peng Xingwang knew that his elder brother was on a business trip, and his father was also on a business trip, so he obediently went to the school to register and report, swiped his card to pay the tuition fee, and went to lay the quilt and sheets in the small dormitory where he took a nap.
He has taken care of himself for a long time, and he is skilled enough.
At the beginning, Ji Linqiu was not at ease, and was always with her in everything.
However, the old lady in charge of the class frowned and stared at every turn, annoyed the students and even annoyed the young colleagues, and would say a few words to anyone.
"What's wrong with being eight years old? When the older generation was eight years old, they all went to the fields with their families to plant rice seedlings. He still has to learn!"
Ji Linqiu showed disapproval, but still disappeared in front of her, not causing much trouble.
On the other hand, Peng Xingwang quickly took care of everything for the start of school, and handled the formalities of wrapping his books in the next few days very well. On the way home, he took Teacher Ji by the hand and coaxed him specially.
"Don't worry, I'm fine by myself!"
"And I will be as good as big brother!"
Ji Linqiu couldn't help laughing, lowered his head and kissed the top of the child's head, and led him to cross the road together.
Then he didn't see Jiang Wang leaning on the street lamp until he finished the zebra crossing and reached the other end of the wide road.
The man obviously saw the scene where he kissed Peng Xingwang, and smiled narrowly.
Ji Linqiu blinked his eyes, and deliberately pursed his lips when he walked in front of Jiang Wang.
"why are you laughing."
"Are you laughing?" Jiang Wang raised his eyebrows: "I don't think so."
I haven't seen him for more than ten days, but my narcissism has not changed.
Ji Linqiu glanced at him, and the three walked back together tacitly.
Jiang Wang had been away from home for a long time, and when he came back again, he felt a sense of freshness.
In fact, like Peng Xingwang, he has only experienced family feelings in the past two months, and he was used to acting like a lone wolf.
Now not only have close friends, but also a little tail that needs to be taken care of every day, and it feels good.
When they got home, Ji Linqiu went into the room to correct homework, Jiang Wang accompanied Peng Xingwang to water the gardenia tree in the small yard under the setting sun, and the child whispered in a low voice.
"Brother, tomorrow is Teacher's Day."
Jiang Wang let out a sigh and thought for a while: "Not enough money? I will accompany you to buy flowers for the teacher later?"
"No! I still have a lot of money saved!" Peng Xingwang had an expression of 'you elm head': "Tomorrow we will also send flowers to Teacher Ji!"
Jiang Wang thought to himself why the child's stickiness hadn't passed, and thought for a few seconds.
"Actually, students in several classes will send him flowers, and you will be overwhelmed if you send them. I guess even the fragrance will spread."
Peng Xingwang drooped his head, depressed.
"Giving gifts is too vulgar, and sending flowers is not good, what should I do?"
Jiang Wang didn't expect that he would have to worry about such things all these years after graduation, and said for a while, "Let's write a wish card, your handwriting... is very special, Teacher Ji will definitely remember it."
He swallowed back the metaphor of five horses dividing a corpse, not willing to suppress the child's self-confidence.
Peng Xingwang raised his head abruptly, and dragged him to his room to get the greeting card.
Bookstores sell a lot of these, and the young lady in the store also likes to send postcards and greeting cards to children, and they have bought a lot of them without knowing it.
Peng Xingwang picked out a water-blue card by himself, and specially picked out a bright yellow bow-tie greeting card for Jiang Wang.
Jiang Wang was puzzled: "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 had already begun to meditate on the nib of his pen, he wanted to leave while sitting beside him, so he took off the cap of his pen and continued to write after a long while.
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.
At that time, the children were all competing with each other. Some people were too embarrassed to take out a flower as a gift, because the rich children would directly send beautifully woven flower baskets to school, and each one was more attentive than the other.
Many students not only write greeting cards on Teacher's Day, but also specially send greeting cards to their favorite teachers on Christmas and New Year's Day, and some even play music when they open them.
Jiang Wang was also in the second grade at that time, and he could finally write a few lines fluently, but he was secretly timid in his heart.
In the end, he tore off a piece of homework paper, scribbled two lines of thank-you words hastily, and put them on the desks of Teacher Ji and the class teacher like a thief when no one was around, not daring to sign them.
There are many children's hearts on the desktop. Chocolates, flower baskets, single carnations, singing cards.
His words are hidden in the drawer, folded very small, like garbage, and you won't find it unless you look carefully.
But since that afternoon, the stinky, poisonous old lady has restrained herself a lot in speaking to him.
And Teacher Ji stopped him on purpose after school.
"Xingwang," he called him by his name at that time as he did today, with a friendly smile, "I received your greeting card."
"But you folded it so small that I almost didn't see it."
Ji Linqiu squatted in front of the young Jiang Wang, reaching out to touch his head.
"Xing Xing, if you want to say Happy New Year, Happy Autumn, and Happy Snow to your teacher, you can write them in your English homework book."
"The teacher will quietly draw a small smiley face on you when correcting your homework, indicating that you have received it, okay?"
Jiang Wang probably wore too little clothes at the time, and in the autumn when the temperature suddenly dropped, the snot bubbles came out. He wiped his face with the back of his hand in a little embarrassment, nodded, turned and ran.
Then write him Happy New Year in the English book until graduation.
Every year the teacher will draw a small smiley face for him, even if there is no greeting card.
Jiang Wang deliberately pressed these memories close to the secret edge of forgetting, so that when he remembered it again at this moment, his expression was not natural.
Memory can make people in a paradoxical state of being helpless and powerful at the same time.
As long as he thinks about his childhood, it seems that he will return to the old time when he is passive and painful everywhere.
Ji Linqiu in memory is the same person as Ji Linqiu who is correcting homework in his living room at this moment.
He grew up alone, forced to find one choice after another among the teenagers who could not choose.
Then become independent as an adult, and go back to the past with a posture of being fully able to choose everything.
Facing Ji Linqiu from that year again.
It is Teacher Ji who watches over 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 paste Ultraman stickers on the greeting cards, and finally started to write.
Compared with his childhood, his handwriting is too much like words, but the strokes are profound, with strong bends, and many stories are hidden.
After the man finished writing, he folded it carefully and put it back in the transparent card holder.
Peng Xingwang looked up at him: "Shall we give it together?"
"Um."
Ji Linqiu was distractedly correcting her homework, and when she heard footsteps, she raised her head and found that Peng Xingwang was pulling the silent Jiang Wang over.
"Mr. Ji!" Peng Xingwang walked up to Teacher Ji's side: "I want to send you a Teacher's Day greeting card in advance, is that okay?"
"Of course you can," Ji Linqiu said with a smile, "If you are interested, let me see?"
The child's handwriting is very flamboyant.
Compared with the previous five-horse-divided-body-style writing with radicals flying around, it has finally evolved to three-dog-divided corpses, which can barely be recognized.
[Teacher Hezi, you will always be the best teacher Hezi!
I will definitely be able to make a good use of English, and be your Marjorie!
Love your star]
Ji Linqiu finished reading with a smile, and kissed Jiang Wang again in front of him.
The child was bubbling with joy, and turned to look at Jiang Wang again.
"My brother also wrote you a letter!!"
Ji Linqiu froze for a moment, full of surprise.
"… real?"
Jiang Wang handed it to him calmly.
"See for yourself."
When the greeting card was unfolded, there were only two short lines.
[Happy Teacher's Day, Ji Linqiu
May you be all bright and never bound :)]