City A is so small that four districts always share three primary schools, and there is no need to build a subway in 2026.
Jiang Wang randomly picked an Internet cafe, went in and refreshed his ID card.
ID cards are issued at the ghost market along Ping Street.
In the past few years, many cities had ghost markets, which had nothing to do with feudal superstition, and were generally used to cleanse gray income.
Most of the things stolen and robbed will be gathered here. It will be opened quietly at three or four in the morning when people are asleep, and it will be scattered when the sky is about to light up.
In fact, the police have come to clean the place many times out of sleepiness, but in the early years, the police force was insufficient, and the crackdown on crime was not thorough enough, so there was nothing to do.
Jiang Wang took advantage of the kid's snoring at three o'clock in the morning and went to Yanping Street, and found someone to help reissue all the ID cards and household registrations.
"Half price for the second ticket, do you think about it?"
Jiang Wangbai glanced at him and weighed the ID card.
"There is everything in it, and the chip can be swiped out. I am a century-old brand," the seller of the certificate spoke glibly, and did not forget to sell a few more businesses: "If you want a diploma, Tsinghua People's University will print it for you in five minutes." it is good!"
When he really went to the Internet cafe to swipe his ID card, the man showed no emotion on his face, and his movements were a little slower than usual.
The card machine beeped, and the network management girl opened the card for him with a lollipop in her mouth: "Machine 46, two yuan an hour, if you plan on a night package, 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. When he saw the WINDOWSXP interface pop up, he still frowned.
is inconvenient. very inconvenient.
The web page layout is crowded and messy, and the pop-up ads are all messy and messy.
He opened the search engine and thought for a while, then directly typed in Sufeng Express, which ranked the top three in the country.
The franchise contact number is at the bottom of the official website, and it took almost two minutes for someone to answer the call.
"Hello, I'm from City A in Province H, and I want to join your company's express delivery business."
The wiring lady on the opposite side searched quickly, and apologized: "Excuse me, sir, we only have the provincial capital here for now—"
"You're not in charge, so get someone else to answer my call." Jiang Wang interrupted: "Find someone who can make the decision and talk to me."
The customer service was stunned, but agreed after hesitation, and passed the call to the customer service supervisor.
The same goes for the customer service supervisor.
"Excuse me, sir, our company is currently taking care of business in Shenzhen and Hong Kong, and other provincial capitals are also coming—"
"Substitution," Jiang Wang put out the cigarette: "Talk to your superior."
The phone rang for more than a minute, and it was replaced by a slightly cold female voice: "What's the matter?"
"I want to pick up the courier from City A." Jiang Wangping said straightforwardly: "Don't refuse me in a hurry."
"Province H is located in central China, and city A is in the core area. Sooner or later, this province will become a major logistics province."
"If you decide to abandon this place now, and then wait for other express companies to eat up the territory and then want to turn back, the money will not be so easy to earn."
The words are neither entirely true nor entirely false.
Province H has indeed been a hub province of transportation since ancient times, but twenty years later, it is the next door city with more geographical advantages, not the place where Jiang Wang is located.
But when talking about business, you never need to pay attention to the word "sincerity". Party B has never told Party A that your asking price of 3,000 yuan is too high, and the competitor next door can take the job with 200 yuan.
The woman was silent for a few seconds, and told the secretary to come over and write down his mobile phone number.
"I'll look into it and give you an answer within two days."
Seeing that Jiang Wang had a 20% chance of winning, he smiled and didn't let her hang up the phone.
"I used to sell houses." His voice was so steady that it seemed that everything he said was right: "I can sell all houses in remote locations and houses where people have been hanged."
"City A is regarded as a golden location. If the price rises a little, it will be a place that will be contested in three to five years. You should think about it."
When the phone was hung up, Jiang Wang thought about it for a while, and played CS with his chin propped up for a while.
The current e-commerce online stores have just started, not to mention the rough pages, and the customer traffic is much less than in the future.
But there is a saying that even pigs can fly standing on the wind.
After playing on the old computer for a while, the display screen of the Dafang box will be noisy, and the graphics card is probably hot enough to fry eggs.
He played so absent-mindedly that he didn't notice that anyone was looking at him.
"Hey, it's you!" The other party greeted warmly and handed a white sand: "It's a pleasure to meet you, I heard Brother Yu and the others said you!"
Jiang Wang sniped his sniper rifle and blasted the heads of the buddies who were fighting in the local area network in the two rows next door, and looked up at the person in front of him: "What's the matter?"
"Didn't you tell your fortune at a lottery station?" The man looked like he was in his thirties, but he was bald and his scalp was abnormally red. Can you do the math?"
Jiang Wang quit the game, glanced up and down, and temporarily failed to connect this person with his past memories.
"What's 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 won't be as old as you, and I don't need to be called uncle," the bald man rubbed his hands together, "I'm still the section chief, but the higher-ups have withdrawn a group, and I'm still hanging if it's my turn."
Jiang Wang stepped back a little, pulled out the chair and tried to stand up.
"My daughter-in-law is always on business trips, and I'm actually... actually a little worried." The bald man muttered, "Can you... help me take a look?"
Aunt Ke is a very nice person. She is the mother of my junior high school classmate and 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: "Did she see something she shouldn't see?"
"Take her to the hospital for an examination earlier," Jiang Wang said slowly, "She has hyperthyroidism, and it will be better if it is treated early."
"Your daughter-in-law is very nice, so you don't need to think about it."
The other party was dumbfounded: "What is A? My daughter looks fine except for being a little thinner."
"Go to the hospital and have a look, and you'll know after a blood test."
Before Uncle Wei could ask any more questions, he glanced at his watch, got off the plane and left: "I should go, we'll talk later."
"Hey-hey??"
Jiang Wang never thought that he still has these functions.
The trivial incidents he had heard, the parents of classmates he knew, would one day reappear in this way.
Turning back to the entrance of the elementary school, several classes have already let the children out early.
There are several grocery stores on the left and right sides of the school, selling low-quality children's lipstick, game king cards and so on.
There are a few food stalls gathering here and there at the entrance, most of which sell candied haws and calabash cakes.
When Jiang Wang passed by them, he remembered that he actually liked to eat this when he was a child.
At that time, there was no pocket money, so I had to be cheeky and buy food from my classmates.
The hawker in front of me baked plum cakes with briquettes. Although they look like egg waffles, they have a softer texture and a more custard flavor. The shell is burnt and soft.
"Honey cake! Five and a half yuan and ten yuan for a whole! Come and try it!"
Jiang Wang paid for a freshly baked one, thinking that I would try it for him.
Then the whole bag just disappeared.
A certain person didn't change his face in front of the hawker stall: "Here are three more bags, pack them all up and take them away."
The hawker can't wait for it: "Immediately! I'll give you the first roast, and they all line up!"
Jiang Wang waited there patiently, and within a few minutes, a figure flashed in his peripheral vision.
His eyes narrowed, and he followed after a short order.
"Hey, you will remember to come back later to get it! I will collect the money first!!"
Jiang Wang had already followed the man in two or three steps, his eyes darkened.
A middle-aged man with a long black leather bag swaggered across the school gate and walked in. The security guard leaned against the wall and yawned and didn't stop him.
When a drunkard wakes up, he always looks like a human being, with a greasy hair and a white shirt, black leather shoes, brass wristwatches, shiny cheekbones, and sickly protruding cheekbones.
The man didn't remember which class his son was in at all, so he looked through the back door and window from class to class, and he didn't find him until class one or three.
The English class is over, and the teacher is still assigning homework. Many children saw a parent coming in, and they all looked here curiously.
Teacher Ji saw a parent coming, and walked to the door holding the lesson plan and textbook: "Who are you?"
The middle-aged man didn't even look at him, instead he stuck half his body in the door without passing him: "Peng Xingwang! Get out of here!"
There was an uproar in the class, and the innermost children shrank in desperately.
"You're not coming out, are you?" Father Peng suddenly changed his expression, and regardless of Teacher Ji's stop, he was about to go in and beat someone up: "You son of a bitch turned against you! Get out, did you hear that, where have you been these few days?"
Before he finished speaking, he was caught by the back of the collar, and he slid out of the class door like mahjong.
There was a young man beside him who was as cold as a knife, his eyebrows were frowning thickly, and his voice seemed to have been soaked in ice water.
"I'm his cousin, and I'll take care of the kid from now on."
"What are you?" Father Peng spat, struggling to get the collar out of his hand: "What kind of hands are you using! Let go!"
Teacher Ji's expression changed, and his expression was much more serious than before: "Please don't bring your family's private affairs to school, go out and talk about things."
This was the first time Jiang Wang saw his father in his early thirties in his memory. He was a head taller than him, so that he could look down unceremoniously when he spoke.
Father Peng also lost his temper, cursed a few times, and threatened to call the police.
"This is my son, I don't care what kind of cousin you are, I have nothing to do with you even if I cut him into the hot pot—"
"Snapped!"
Jiang Wang slapped his ear with a backhand, and said with a sneer, "Say it again?"
A group of children in the class: "Wow..."
"You fucking—"
"Snapped!"
Jiang Wangping said: "If you don't pay the tuition fees, you won't be prostitutes all day long, now you want to come to school to play tricks?"
A group of children in the class: "Oh..."
Teacher Ji blocked them with one hand, and closed the door with the other hand, signaling other students to leave school through the back door and not to stay here.
"Calm down," he stopped Jiang Wang vainly, without using any real strength: "I believe you two are doing it for the good of the child, please pay attention to the method and occasion."
Jiang Wang didn't say anything, and lifted the opponent into the air with one hand.
He was strong and lean, and his father hadn't used his strength yet.
Peng's father didn't expect such a disparity in strength, he kicked twice in mid-air and was already persuaded: "You, you have something to say!"
"Listen well." Jiang Wang looked into the other person'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 directly cripple your entire arm."
The children in the class are carrying schoolbags: "Huh—"
Peng Xingwang burst into tears: "Brother!!"