Seeing that the bank card balance had doubled to zero, and a few more investments could turn it into six figures, Jiang Wang decided to take the child to buy some clothes.
He is becoming famous in this town.
It stands to reason that the person who is about to own this huge sum of money should have left long ago.
For more than 100,000 yuan, you can buy a big house in the provincial capital, buy a new car, and pay a little sponsorship fee to let your child enter a prestigious school.
Several people who knew Jiang Wang well also asked why they didn't take the child out to see the world.
The man stroked his stubble and said nothing.
At the same time, Sufeng Express quickly took root in the city, and two outlets were opened in the south city and the north city respectively. Not to mention the tracking records of the whole process, the compensation for lost and damaged valuables is tripled, quietly changing the lives of the people in the city. Habit.
It is too difficult to know, since the site selection was confirmed, posters have been pasted all over the place, and the bus has specially painted a new ring road notice.
"One day to reach the whole city, one week to reach the whole country!"
"Extremely low price starting from 6 yuan, and extremely fast freight that you can't think of!"
"Are you still hanging chicken feather letters? Be fashionable!"
For this reason, Jiang Wang bought a third-hand Xiali, and took the newly recruited guys to run around the city all day long. Sometimes he went out to deal with business before dawn, and left some money for the child to buy breakfast and dinner by himself.
But no matter how busy I am, I still remember to come back every now and then to accompany my child to do homework.
Peng Xingwang was very satisfied: "Brother has not forgotten me, you are a good person."
Jiang Wang really wanted to pinch the idiom behind him.
The first step is to establish operating procedures for the express delivery outlets, so that there will be no chaos in the layers of management, and then use this to step on a higher platform.
The headquarters company did not expect that this seemingly inconspicuous small city could have so many orders, and began to consider expanding a few more in nearby cities.
Jiang Wang was hesitant to worry about whether the two lines should coexist, and drove Representative Liu to find a few more places to check out, wondering if there was a chance for fresh food to circulate in the province.
The cross-district traffic turned into a cross-city inspection, and the time to go home became later without knowing it.
I was driving in the direction of home when the pouring rain hit my head and face.
First, it was like a truck full of stones overturned, and the raindrops knocked on the car shell, and then lightning and thunder pierced through the air, and even the gloomy night was instantly torn apart.
Jiang Wang kept the steering wheel steady, frowned and said nothing.
Representative Liu had gotten to know him well these days, so he was vaguely puzzled, but he didn't ask any further questions.
This buddy has an iron temper, his temperament is stable, his mood is calm, and he looks like he is smiling with everyone, but he is not easy to get close to.
Why did you feel bad when you turned around
Representative Liu was thinking about it, and Jiang Wang had already propped his head on one hand and sighed.
"It's over," he murmured, "There is a child at home, so he must not have an umbrella when he goes out."
Whether there is an umbrella at home is a problem, and I am soaked and have a fever all night without drying it when I go home.
Jiang Wang got up at five o'clock in the morning to run business. The three spare batteries in the bag were all used up, and the phone couldn't be turned on right now.
He prayed a few words in his heart, and turned the steering wheel neatly as soon as the traffic light passed, giving priority to sending his business partner back to the hotel, turning his head and stepping on the accelerator to go home.
The car lights pierced through the twilight, and he seemed to be walking through the snow alone with thousands of troops, and the heavy rain was reflected in steaming smoke.
Looking at Romance who looks like a mature man, but his stomach is so hungry that he can't indulge himself.
At noon, I drank and boasted with those grandchildren, and ate a fart.
Jiang Wang parked his car and rushed back to Tongzilou against the rain, and glanced up when he approached.
It's broken, the lights are out.
I hope the children know how to ask the teacher to borrow an umbrella. The water heater was just installed yesterday, and I have to blow my head after taking a shower.
I went up to the third floor in two or three steps, and when the door was opened, the house was empty.
The strange thing is that the windows are all closed, and the clothes on the balcony have been taken back and neatly folded.
Jiang Wang looked back in the dark living room, thinking that the child would not have the cheek to run to the teacher's house.
He has excellent eyesight, and on a rainy night when he can't see his fingers, he can vaguely see a stack of papers left at the door.
Jiang Wang went over to turn on the light to get a note, with a line written crookedly on it.
Brother, I went to the home of teacher Hezi in 501.
The character Ji is so divided into upper and lower parts that he barely recognized it after reading it twice.
The man found a towel and wiped his face in a hurry, closed the door and went to pick up the child version of himself home.
But walking up, I felt a little empty.
The nature is equivalent to my visiting teacher at night, sorry.
He stood at the door of 501 and waited for a while, first pulled up his collar to smell the smell of smoke and alcohol, rubbed the cigarette stains between his knuckles twice, and then smoothed his hair with both hands in a serious manner.
Be as careful as you were when you entered the teacher's office as a child.
The door was knocked twice restrainedly, and after a while there was a sound.
"who is it?"
"Jiang Wang, Peng Xing is looking at his brother." The man pursed his lower lip: "I'm sorry to bother you, I'll take him home."
The door opened quickly, revealing beige walls and Ji Linqiu with wet hair.
Teacher Ji had just taken a hot bath, her black hair that was originally tucked behind her ears was hanging down her temples, and her body was still steaming under the warm yellow light like the setting sun.
The cold rain fell on the patio, and the other side of the door was dry and warm, which made people want to go in.
Ji Linqiu wiped her wet hair and stepped back: "Come in, Mr. Jiang has worked hard too."
The young man was wearing a light gray solid-colored T-shirt, and the shoulders were stained with small patches of dark color by the water droplets from the tips of his hair, making him appear softer inexplicably.
Jiang Wang hesitated.
Perhaps it was because he was a little afraid to enter such a private and warm space for others, not to mention that he was a good teacher who had respected him for many years.
Or maybe he had never seen a teacher in such a relaxed state.
In other words, Ji Linqiu.
Children always have a somewhat sacred look up to their teachers.
Blackboard writing with silver hooks and iron paintings, with a serious and calm expression, and the hem of the clothes is as neat as it will never be wrinkled.
After all, it won't be this wet, steaming young man.
At this moment, he looked at the twenty-six-year-old Ji Linqiu again from the perspective of a twenty-seven-year-old. The irises overlapped and staggered with the light and shadow in his memory.
Ji Linqiu didn't notice the other party's sizing up, and looked down with a hush: "Your shoes are soaked, are you in the rain?"
Jiang Wang was stunned, nodded and said: "Well, I won't go in, so as not to wet your carpet. Peng Xingwang should be okay?"
"His homework will be ready in a while, so you should take off your shoes and socks first." Ji Linqiu pointed to the shoe rack by the door: "Come in and sit down, I'll pour you a cup of hot tea."
Jiang Wang suddenly felt a little hot on his face.
He kind of understands the sticky, long-lost freshness of the stinky child.
The man carefully took off his wet shoes and socks, and walked into a strange house like a child going on an adventure.
The dark brown plush carpet is very soft to step on, and the sore soles will easily sink in, and you can relax after a few steps.
He controlled himself not to look around, but there was a horse's head wine glass in his eyes.
The white bone texture is very real, not like fakes made of plastic.
The small living room is surprisingly stylish.
There is no TV in the living room, a small pine coffee table is placed in the middle of the pure white round blanket, and fluffy pillows are scattered in the corner, which is suitable for sitting and leaning on.
The beer is pressing the half-finished "Ten Days Talk", with a red leaf pinned to the title page.
A pair of rings fell into the horse skull cup, Jiang Wang was embarrassed to take a closer look.
Two steps further in, there is a snake-faced sanxian in the corner.
The blue and white ground with python patterns looks old and beautiful.
"It was given to me by the students when I was a teaching supporter." Ji Linqiu handed over hot tea, the glass was very old: "I have been studying for four months, and I can barely play half of the song."
"It's amazing," Jiang Wang stood very cautiously, not daring to lean against the wall casually, and remembering to say thank you after receiving it with both hands: "Teacher has great taste."
He remembered the business, and lowered his head to explain the reason.
"I've been running business for the past two days. I just came back from the suburbs of Dongcheng. I didn't have time to pick up Xingwang. I'm sorry."
"He's very smart," Ji Linqiu laughed, and motioned Jiang Wang to sit down for a while: "I saw a cloudy sky in the afternoon, and ran to ask me before it rained, if it rained, would we go home together? He brought an umbrella."
Jiang Wangqiang coughed, looked at the novel on the low table, and wanted to change the subject.
"Is this book good? I'll buy one later."
He hasn't read much after graduating from junior high school, but he still wants to be a cultural person in front of his teachers.
Dress up like a bit.
Ji Linqiu smiled: "Don't look, it's pretty yellow."
Jiang Wangxin wondered if I looked like a pure lover, raised his eyebrows to express his interest, remembered something, and asked tentatively.
"Mr. Ji's house is very warm, did your girlfriend clean it up?"
Ji Linqiu shook his head, went into the room and asked Peng Xing to look out.
Jiang Wang put down his teacup and got up, only to find that the child had fallen asleep lying on the desk.
The man lightly picked up the juvenile version of himself, and the child was so sleepy that the snot bubbles came out, and he was still holding a pen in his hand.
Ji Linqiu helped pack up the schoolbag and homework, and took the key to help deliver it to the third floor.
Jiang Wang put the child on the bed and covered him with a quilt, and went out to thank Ji Linqiu again.
"Mr. Ji," he smiled apologetically, "Thank you for inviting you to dinner later."
"Small things, if you are too busy in the future, you can let Xingwang come over. He has always been very good."
Jiang Wang paused for breath, not quite used to being called nicknames in person.
"Well," he replied shortly, and then stretched out his hand to brush Ji Linqiu's hair: "Be careful, the wall is covered with dust."
Ji Linqiu subconsciously wanted to avoid physical contact, so he waved goodbye.
Jiang Wang didn't think much, closed the door and went back to change Peng Xingwang's pajamas.
The child has long sat upright with a spirited look on his face.
"Are you awake?"
"I just woke up when I got off the bed!" Peng Xingwang raised his hand and said, "The teacher took me to eat his custard pancakes, and even offered me yogurt!"
"… understood."
"Brother, have you eaten? Remember to dry your hair when it's raining!"
"understood."
Jiang Wang helped him change his pajamas, touched the child's hair to make sure it was dry, and said with a sigh of relief, "Sleep, we have to get up early tomorrow."
The child nestled next to the pillow and held a pillow in his arms, allowing him to help tuck the quilt.
"Brother, come closer, I will tell you a secret quietly."
Jiang Wang glanced at him: "Are you going to sleep or not?"
"Come here."
The man leaned closer to the child, whispering in his ear.
"Teacher is so fragrant, like gardenia."
Jiang Wang returned fiercely with a blank face: "Don't make noise, go to sleep."