"These are not enough to meet the standard." The blue ballpoint pen drew four or five values, and the tone was not euphemistic: "It's a blessing that it came early, and it started to grow later, which is enough for this child."
Jiang Wang nodded in agreement, turned around and took the child to get the medicine, carefully checking the list.
Calcium, iron and zinc are all deficient. I was so hungry when I was a child that I can still grow taller. I also have to thank the junior high school cafeteria for unlimited rice and vegetable soup.
He walked a few steps and found that the little tail hadn't followed, he paused and said, "Xing Wang?"
The child followed with pursed mouth, feeling awkward and sad.
Jiang Wang knelt down to look at him: "Uncomfortable?"
The child shook his head.
"Hate the hospital?"
Peng Xingwang nodded vigorously.
He interpreted the deputy director of pediatrics just now as something like a pork supplier.
Jiang Wangxin was wrong. When I was a child, I never cried when I got an injection and was kissed by a nurse. How could I be afraid of this.
The man's face was rigid, and his voice was deliberately low: "Tell the truth, no lies."
Peng Xingwang was stunned: "How do you know I'm lying?"
The man stood up and walked forward: "I know what you like and what you hate."
The child suddenly became a little happy: "Did mom tell you specifically?"
"...Forget it."
When he was in the line to get the medicine, Jiang Wang calmly patted his head: "Don't think too much, I'll take you to drink sour radish and duck soup at noon, aren't you happy?"
The child had just recovered a little bit of emotion, but when he heard the meat dish, his face was full of bitterness and sorrow: "I don't eat meat!"
Then he drank four bowls hard and fast.
Jiang Wang was free to feed the restaurant's little dog with the stewed duck rack, and turned his head from time to time to persuade him: "Slow down, no one will grab it from you."
In 2006, the whole people were not yet well-off. Many families were very happy to eat meat two or three times a week. A meal of fish and prawns was a treat only for wealthy families.
It was also thanks to him that he used the lottery station as a cash machine, and if he was sure, he would bet all the money and skip it, and the deposit had doubled in a short period of time, otherwise he would not be able to support this little glutton.
The child began to cry while eating: "Meat... the meat is so delicious."
Tears gurgled into his mouth, holding a piece of meat from the duck leg in his hand so as not to waste it.
Jiang Wang rested his chin beside him and wondered, "I haven't starved you for the past two days, why are you crying?"
The child swallowed the meat in his mouth before he was willing to talk to him. He opened his mouth and hiccupped three times, and he didn't know whether he was crying or holding on: "Brother, you, you are a good person."
Jiang Wang was issued a good person card for the first time in his life, and the target was still himself, so he was not very honored: "And then?"
Peng Xingwang looked at him with tears in his eyes: "You, don't do bad things in the future, okay?"
Jiang Wang thought about how to drink an old duck soup and persuade himself to be a good man, so he nodded slightly.
The child stopped crying immediately: "You promised me this."
"Promise you, obey the law," Jiang Wang took a tissue to wipe oil and tears on him, and said in a slow voice, "I don't have any demands on you, it doesn't matter if your grades are good or not, you promise me to eat well and gain weight, okay Do not?"
Peng Xingwang burst into tears: "I don't agree! You can give me 100 points in the test, and I will never gain weight!"
Jiang Wang wondered if he had really abducted other people's children.
What the hell happened to myself as a kid... something was wrong.
In the next week, Sufeng Kuaiyun called several times in a row.
It is estimated that people have never heard of such a precise and strange franchise application. After the branch researched the headquarters, they called the headquarters to ask questions. They were eager to try but had a lot of concerns.
Jiang Wang sat on the window sill and played with the Snake that came with his mobile phone and waited for them to call for advice. When he received the fourth call, cracks appeared in his patience.
"Well," he said lazily looking out of the window, "I'll write a report for you, site selection analysis, industrial chain rating, traffic trunk line summary, all documents, a form, and a detailed report. After you finish reading, give me a call. Ok?"
The person on the other side has never seen the necessary crafts of cross-age social animals at all, and said in surprise: "You can use excel"
Typists are dissatisfied with recruiting, what is the origin of this person
"Excel, word, teambition, xmind, whatever you want, I have it here." Jiang Wang didn't ask any more, but turned back the control: "Send me one by email, and I'll give you a complete set tonight."
The phone whispered for a while, and then switched back to another person: "Well, are you interested in working for our company, our company is headquartered at—"
"No, I'll stay at home."
Not long after the analysis report was sent, the mobile phone vibrated twice in the middle of the night, saying that Sufeng’s company had sent a commissioner to investigate, and they were expected to arrive the day after tomorrow in a hard sleeper.
Jiang Wang sincerely missed for a while twenty years after the plane flew unimpeded, he slapped a mosquito to death and fell asleep.
I'm going to buy an air conditioner tomorrow.
The business representative sent by Sufeng was surnamed Liu, and he was very energetic with a shaved crew cut.
The two rented a car and took a look around the city, including the factory area and the outer development zone. Representative Liu snorted, "I thought what you wrote in your report was bragging."
"I blew a few words, but it was well hidden, so you couldn't see it." Jiang Wang stood in the wind with his coat fluttering, turned his head and said, "I cooperate very well in other aspects, but there is one thing, I am not good at it. What money to save, the family is poor, and it is not convenient to borrow money to start a business."
"If you really plan to expand your business here in the future, you may get some money."
Representative Liu laughed: "That's a coincidence."
In the past two years, Sufeng met the immediate boss Jian Gou to take over the rights, merged a lot of franchisees, and seemed to take the ownership of all the sites back into his own hands.
"If you were just starting out two or three years ago, you would have to pay for the store yourself," the representative handed Jiang Wang a root lotus king: "Now the higher-ups are determined to make big things happen, and let those scumbags rubbish the delivery line." Get the fuck out of you all."
Jiang Wang sighed half-truthfully: "It's a pity, I still want to contract a few more companies to be the king of the mountain."
The two laughed and said goodbye after dinner.
After returning home after drinking and eating, the child is lying next to the desk lamp doing homework.
Jiang Wang packed an elbow for him: "What did you have for dinner?"
"I bought a bowl of vegetable porridge to eat," Peng Xing looked forward to Ai Ai and said, "Brother...my brother...can I buy two ballpoint pens?"
Jiang Wang glanced at him: "Did you finish writing with the ballpoint pen?"
"No," the child lay back on his stomach, embarrassed with his face buried in his arms: "As homework in the painting class, the teacher asked the painting to be colored."
Jiang forgot.
He did it when he was a kid.
Back to art class is the most embarrassing time. The teacher is not very talkative, so he can only borrow the watercolor pens from his classmates.
Originally, the popularity was not very good, and the people around me who borrowed for two or three weeks were all annoyed.
The child probably thinks this kind of unnecessary expenditure, so he doesn't have the guts to say it.
"Go," he put the door key back into his pocket: "Go downstairs and buy."
The canteen is only five minutes away. The boss has taken half of the living room out of his house and used it as a storefront. He is currently watching TV with a cattail fan.
Peng Xingwang walked towards the ballpoint pen, but Jiang Wang turned his hat one hundred and twenty degrees: "Go over there and buy serious watercolor pens."
Peng Xing looked at it for a while, and took out a panel of seven-color watercolor pens for a long time: "Is this okay?"
Then he touched his head again, pretending to be old-fashioned: "This is expensive, not worth it, I can use a red ballpoint pen to paint it a few times."
Jiang Wang put the watercolor pen back: "Boss, how many colors do you have?"
Reluctantly, the boss stood up, his eyes were still on the TV, he turned over a box of twenty-four colors and asked, "This?"
Jiang Wang waved his hand: "I said I want more."
Peng Xingwang panicked a bit: "It's enough, brother, really!"
The boss vaguely sensed the challenges and doubts, patted the mosquito on the calf, and dug into the depths of the stationery pile, and found a box of forty-eight colors.
Before Jiang Wang could open his mouth, he stepped on his feet and took down a large box of 128 colors from a high place. He exalted as if he was playing a co-pilot: "Is it enough? Which one do you buy?"
Jiang Wang put 128 colors into the child's arms: "How much, I will pay."
The boss didn't expect this guy to be so happy. He took the money and passed it through the banknote detector, and gave a box of plasticine when he was done.
"It's enough to spoil children, be careful not to spoil them."
Peng Xingwang was a little angry holding the watercolor box: "I won't go bad!"
After speaking, he looked up at Jiang Wang again: "Brother, I won't spoil the child!"
Jiang Wang looked at his upright posture as if he was going to join the army today, and thanked him for taking the child home.
Thinking while walking.
It's me, and it still looks like me when I froze.
The child held the ultra-luxury watercolor pen and didn't sing loudly today, and walked for a long time in a dull mood.
When he reached the dark corridor, he hugged the large box of watercolor pens with one hand, and held Jiang Wang's hand tightly with the other.
"Brother," Peng Xingwang said softly, "I like you very much."
Jiang Wang was confessed by his own deity, and he didn't know how to reply, so he hummed.
"It's not that I like you spending money on me," the child said halfway and didn't know what to say. After a while, he said, "I like you, you take care of me, and you care about me."
Jiang Wang felt that the child was pulling him extra hard today, half-jokingly said: "Are you afraid that I will run away?"
Peng Xingwang nodded and shook his head, and when the door opened he made a decision on his own: "Forget it, I'll exercise more after dinner."
Jiang Wang: "...?"
This goes where.
While taking a bath, the man reflected on whether he had misunderstood the way he communicated with the child inappropriately, and when he came out wiping his head, he saw Peng Xingwang staring at the white paper in a daze.
"Why don't you draw?"
"The topic is the job of the parents." The child looked back at him: "The teacher said that it is okay to draw older brothers and sisters. Brother, what do you do?"
Jiang Wang thought that I can't let you draw a real estate transaction KPI, pondered for a few seconds and said, "I'll teach you."
"Hey?" The child was a little surprised: "What are you drawing!"
"Should I draw the Bayi bar or the Type 79 submachine gun?" The man was also thinking about this question: "Forget it, let's start with the Type 88 light machine gun. start."
The next day the child handed over a stack of machine gun drawings.
The art teacher covered his heart and gave it an A.
Peng Xingwang was worried that the teacher would call the police and let his eldest brother be shot dead for ten years, so he ran to pick up the podium: "Teacher, my homework—"
"It's beautiful," the teacher nodded vigorously, "It's very beautiful!"