Transmigrated to Twenty Years Ago and Adopted Myself

Jiang Wang is very cautious about career planning.

He currently has plenty of principal on hand, but he only borrowed the lottery from the World Cup, and the real estate and liquid funds accumulated are far from enough.

The first foothold in planning is where you will go.

He actually wants to take his children to study and live in the provincial capital. The capital is too far and too unfamiliar, so it is better to get closer.

It's just that some things can't find a reason to end, and they are temporarily put on hold here.

The second is how big the business is going to be.

Logistics needless to say, first join in the city to make a profit, and when the development is strong enough, the advantageous resources in the city will be transformed outward.

Jiang Wang was interested in the papers and guidance books here.

People's reading habit is sometimes absent. In the future, physical books will be very difficult to sell, except for one subject.

—The true volume of the proposition.

It is a person who has to do questions in his life, and maybe he has done more questions than he has slept in.

He plans to revitalize the industry chain first, and then make a set of his own IP.

The name has already been decided, so it is called "Golden Twelve Volumes".

On the one hand, it should cover the national entrance examination, the law examination and the finance and economics examination, and on the other hand, it should cover the junior high school entrance examination, the junior high school entrance examination, and the junior high school entrance examination.

With macro goals, men are especially enthusiastic when they visit the book market on Sunday.

Peng Xingwang was still young and heartless, so he held a cotton candy and touched it everywhere, just pretending that he was visiting a very interesting market.

Ji Linqiu was a little surprised.

"Brother Jiang cares so much about education?" He smiled and said, "You don't have to start looking for college entrance examination books so early."

Jiang Wang explained a few words, Ji Linqiu quickly understood, and analyzed what the two cities lacked while shopping.

There are hawkers on the street pushing glass cabinets to sell fruits in bowls, pineapples are cut into prisms and strung with bamboo skewers, and they look extra fresh when dipped in clear water drops.

Peng Xingwang is still focusing on chewing on the marshmallow, his face is sticky, and he is not interested in this.

Jiang Wang was slightly thirsty, so he glanced at the rose purple grapes.

Ji Linqiu spoke first, his voice warm and clear.

"How much is this?"

The little old lady saw that the three of them were all clean and decent, and her eyes rolled to the sky: "Twenty-one bowls."

Five-fold directly.

Ji Linqiu laughed lightly, and said a few words in the local language in a low voice, and the tone was quite authentic.

The old lady's face changed suddenly, she waved her hands and apologized repeatedly, saying that it was only three dollars.

The child did not hear clearly: "Zebra? What zebra?"

Jiang Wang squinted and covered his ears: "You heard it wrong."

Ji Linqiu picked the freshest small bowl of grapes, wiped the water droplets with a paper towel, and tasted one for herself.

Then smiled and said, "It's delicious, not sour."

So frowning slightly, I gave this sweet bowl to Jiang Wang, and bought another bowl myself to take care of the old lady's business.

The old lady also knew what was wrong, said thank you several times in a row, and then drove the cart away.

Jiang Wang walked a few steps with him, tasted two grapes, and said slowly, "This is the first time I see Teacher like this."

Looking at the gentle and gentle expression, he was so fierce that no one dared to play tricks.

Ji Linqiu raised her eyebrows and did not deny it.

This visit was very rewarding. Jiang Wang planned to be both a buyer and a leader in selling goods. He saved a lot of mobile phone numbers.

After driving back to City A in the afternoon, the two took turns driving halfway.

Jiang Wang sat in the co-pilot and looked at him, feeling inexplicably cute.

On Monday, someone deliberately left work early, squatted in the phone booth on the way from school, and pretended to be engaged in chatting with someone.

Not long after, Peng Xingwang appeared at the entrance of the primary school, with a key hanging around his neck, holding the strap of his schoolbag with both hands and walking with his friends.

The primary school students scattered like a flock of birds, the three long streets were very lively, and the vendors also cheered up to sell goods.

Peng Xingwang watched as he was talking to his classmates, his eyes were looking around like a searchlight.

As expected, a few junior high school students appeared in front of them, and a few people stood up and blocked the road directly, looking for money from the child with a smiley face.

Teenage children also watched a bit of Hong Kong movie Pig Farts, wearing a floral shirt and deliberately unscrewed the first three buttons, revealing a thin chest like ribs, leaning over the silver chain dangling Shaking away, he even took a folding knife and slashed the sugar cane, as if making random gestures.

Peng Xingwang stopped in his footsteps, quickly told his friends to change ways to go home, and he was ready to cross the road not far away.

The victim who was stared at was about to cry: "Didn't I already give money, I really have no money, I gave you all the money for lunch to go online!"

The second-rate junior high school student was about to speak when he was suddenly tapped on the shoulder.

The shadow of a man with a height of 1.9 meters shrouded in front of them, and he smiled geekly.

"What about the protection fee?"

The junior high school student was startled, and the 5th grade valet beside him ran away.

Peng Xingwang almost cried out, covering his mouth with one hand while hiding behind the telephone pole to peek.

It's over, it's over, Big Brother is really eyeing them!

They are still students! big brother! !

Little ruffian did not expect adults to join in, and when he looked up and saw his broken eyebrow scar, his momentum had weakened, but there were still good brothers watching, so he couldn't lose face.

So I forcibly straightened up my chest and scolded back in a rough voice: "None of your business? Don't beat me!"

Jiang Wang was in a good mood, and motioned the crying child to go home quickly, playing with a folding knife with one hand, turning over a flower, and yawning again.

"The trademark is not torn."

Huh? ? Where is my knife? ? Why is my knife in his hand? !

The face of the junior high school student turned pale, he stretched out his hand to grab it, but he was afraid of rowing his hand.

The neck was suddenly pressed against the handle of the knife, and the cold touch directly rushed to the sky.

"Master happened to pass by here," the man lowered his head and said slowly, "I'll also collect a protection fee."

"I cover this street, understand."

The three junior high school students next to them stood upright, and nodded quickly while desperately avoiding the eyes of their fellow gangsters for help.

"Nodding is useless." Jiang Wang smiled evilly, and opened his palms: "Huh?"

Several junior high school students took out money with bitter faces, and took out ten yuan and twenty yuan and put them in his hand.

The little ruffian headed by a knife has never been hit by a knife in his neck in his life, his face is pale, he dare not shiver for fear of an accident, tremblingly took out his pocket, and all he took out was bus ticket stubs and shredded paper piece.

"The money, the money is with them."

The junior high school student next to him hurriedly shook his head: "It's not us, it's from above."

"Oh, and the top." The man gave a long response, flipped the shattered note and smiled: "That's all?"

The little ruffian gouged out the short man beside him with his eyes, and the latter reluctantly took out all fifty and handed it in.

"Okay, one hundred and five yuan." Jiang Wang twitched his wrist, and the child whose throat was locked almost knelt down.

"The knife will not be returned, remember to bring more next time." He raised his hand, and the folding knife flew into the hot dry noodle bowl in the trash: "Stand firmly and say sorry, Brother Jiang. , let you go."

The leading little ruffian's face was blue and white for a while, and he was pinched by his accomplices on the left and right, and bowed 90 degrees: "Brother Jiang, I'm sorry!"

As he was about to leave, the little ruffian suddenly scolded.

"Draft! Draft!"

"Labor and management are the helmsmen, tell you, Zhanlongfeitian will not let you go! Paralyzed!"

Jiang Wang watched silently.

When the gang of junior high school students escaped cleanly, Peng Xingwang trotted over with his school uniform and stood close to his big brother.

“…are you coming to pick me up?”

Jiang Wang was still reminiscing about the feeling of being threatened by the junior high school bully, and after a few seconds he looked down at the child who was pulling at the corner of his clothes.

"What is Dragon Flying?"

He tried to hold back his laughter and repeated the name completely.

The child did not hear the elder brother's tone, frowned and thought about it for a while, then pretended to be stupid.

"Don't know."

"Peng, Xing, Wang."

The child continued to play stupid: "Let's go, I'm so hungry, what should I eat at night?"

Jiang Wang threw the more than 100 yuan into the donation box hanging on the iron gate of the street committee, and let him walk forward with the corner of his clothes.

Then spoke quietly.

"Stop talking, I'll give you to them to play."

Peng Xingwang looked aggrieved: "Brother, I'm doing it for your own good."

Thinking about it, it seems like this happened when I was a child.

At that time, Jiang Wang was still trying to avoid the beatings of his father, and worrying about how to be cheeky every day, and there were very few relevant memories left.

The two entered KFC and one ate a bowl of mashed potatoes, and the child hesitantly explained the matter.

It turned out that in the local junior high school and high school, there were several gangs with complex forces, mainly composed of social idlers and school bullies.

Gang group building activities are for falling in love, smoking gang fights, often gathering in Internet cafes, billiard halls and corners of school playgrounds.

This kind of behavior is too high for adults to be a little ashamed to mention it, but in the eyes of elementary and junior high school students, it is no less than Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. Battle of the Century.

So cool, so cool.

Jiang Wang's expression became a little kind after hearing this.

"How about this dragon flying in the sky."

He tried not to be too pitiful.

Peng Xing thought about it for a while, and hoped that the big brother would not be in the dangerous muddy waters here.

The child squeezed out the most serious expression he could think of, and said with a straight face, "Zhanlongfeitian is our biggest gang."

"I heard," the child lowered his voice and quietly added: "Their boss... stabbed hundreds of people to death."

Jiang Wang nodded seriously: "Well, there's more."

"Their boss has been repeating grades for many years, and his subordinates will use guns. When they fight in groups, the entire playground is dyed blood red!"

"They smoke! They smoke better than you, really! They smoke everywhere!"

Peng Xingwang became more and more afraid, and even sincerely regretted Jiang Wang's reckless behavior today: "Why don't we move, brother, I'm afraid that something will happen to you."

"Don't be afraid." Jiang Wang held down his childhood version of himself and said affectionately, "Your elder brother came to this world to help justice and give the world the light of righteousness."

The child was particularly touched.

"Brother, don't pick me up from school in the future."

"If you get stabbed to death, I can't move you."