Transmigrated to Twenty Years Ago and Adopted Myself

Peng Xingwang was so embarrassed that smoke rose from his head.

He held Jiang Wang's hand tightly, his face flushed and he didn't know what to do.

The initiator raised his chin, the eighteen bodyguards stepped back neatly, and the black heels stepped on the concrete floor with two loud noises.

Some parents who have never seen the world have a slack expression, and the children next to them can't help but envy.

—In 2006, it was a small town in the fifth and sixth tiers. Many children had to go to university before they had the opportunity to visit the provincial capital.

The primary school students here have a limited understanding of the 'celebrities and aristocrats', which are limited to the local tyrants' decoration in the style of big health care on TV. He refused to go home with his parents for a long time.

"It's amazing...So is Peng Xingwang the young master?"

"My God, why does he have so many people picking up?!"

"Hey? This is your classmate??"

Peng Xingwang listened to the discussion of the people around him and heard the heat in his ears, and hurriedly said: "Let's go."

Jiang Wang saluted like a personal housekeeper: "Master, please."

What please! It only takes five minutes to walk home! !

Without waiting for the child to react, the bodyguard with sunglasses on the left gently took the Mickey Mouse schoolbag with both hands, and the one on the right took the school uniform, and then led him into a super long luxury car under the gaze of everyone.

Jiang Wang helped him close the car door, bowed deeply and sat in the car behind, and the honor guard disappeared.

Sun Rongrong stood not far away and watched the whole process, suddenly turning her head to look at her parents behind her.

"You don't love me at all, do you?"

The faces of men and women are ugly.

The wealthy team circled the city for half a circle, stopped at the door of the newly opened western restaurant, and took a group photo before disbanding as a souvenir for both parties.

Peng Xingwang followed Jiang Wang to eat steak again, embarrassed and couldn't help laughing.

"Brother, you're like this..." He covered his head with his hands, unable to think of words to describe: "I don't know how to explain it tomorrow."

"No." Jiang Wang was tasting his lemon-flavored chocolate parfait, and he was lightly hissed by Bing: "If they ask you, just smile and shake your head, and don't admit anything."

The child has not yet possessed the senior tricks he mastered twenty years later, so he said, "But..."

"You don't make up stories, do you?"

"If you don't speak, they will make it up for you."

From the next day, Hongshan Elementary School was fully surrounded by mysterious legends.

It was clearly the last few days of the due date, and the children's attention was all attracted by the first-year aristocratic freshman.

Some people say that he is actually a transnational orphan of the Queen of England, and some people say that he eats with diamond spoons.

Children have limited imagination, take what they have seen and heard home and tell their family, they will get full conjectures that are more fancy than TV dramas.

So Jiang Wang's identity changed from an ordinary businessman to a mysterious second generation from the capital. Maybe the children came here just to experience life.

—There is also a full explanation for why the martial arts are skilled and fortune-telling, very reasonable and very wealthy.

Peng Xingwang’s father had to explain many times, but no one believed him when he told the truth, and even less when he told a lie.

The children did not expect that one day everyone would look at him with the eyes of Cinderella and Long Aotian at the same time.

The children in Class 1 and 3 raised their eyebrows inexplicably, and they all went out to do radio gymnastics with a lot of energy, as if they had gained a lot of face because of it.

Ji Linqiu met Jiang Wang later and sincerely thanked him.

"Fortunately you didn't deal with it in a... more drastic way."

"After all, it's in school, it's not good if it's a big mess." Jiang Wang said this with a blushing face and a guilty heart: "It's adding some interesting childhood memories to him."

He will not compete with seven or eight-year-old girls, but he will definitely fully protect the self-esteem of his children.

Even if the means are a little nonsensical, the effect is good.

The two were chatting when the phone rang.

"Brother Jiang! Brother Jiang is not good!"

Ji Linqiu has some regrets: "Let's talk next time."

"Well," Jiang Wang quickly answered the phone and walked out: "What? Speak calmly, how many times have I taught you."

The staff were also panicked.

"Our online store has only opened for two days, and a school in another province called and ordered 5,000 copies of the "Secret Scroll of Senior Three"!"

"They repeatedly emphasized that the goods should be delivered within seven days, saying that it would be used as a temporary increase in the summer vacation homework of the three schools, and the students would not be able to send it if they were late!"

Jiang Wang accelerated to the parking lot with a solemn tone.

"How much is in stock now?"

It must be enough, and several wholesale markets have a fixed amount of inventory."

"Did you make a deposit?"

"I listened to your previous instructions and calculated the 20% off the internal preferential price, and I have already received the money and invoiced."

The man originally drove to the warehouse of his own bookstore, but temporarily changed his direction and walked to the light industrial area: "The publishing house called me, and I temporarily asked them for approval."

"This—does this work?"

"Stop crap, hurry up."

The publishing house made four calls in a row before someone slowly picked up. When they heard the business was coming, they were all confused.

Jiang Wang had to keep his voice down.

"Do you know that you do things this way?"

"Listen, this is my phone number, it's on 24 hours a day, and now immediately transfer the call to someone who can handle it."

"If you can't do it well, I will drive to the downstairs of your publishing house to discuss business, and by the way, ask the editor-in-chief how he found an idiot who eats dry food."

I haven't been scolded as an idiot for so many years, but I didn't get scolded for a long time.

Jiang Wang parked his car beside the printing factory he knew, and pressed his forehead against the steering wheel to count down for one minute.

If the publishing house drags him to talk directly with the school about exchanging books, the turnover of this business is nearly 100,000, and it is also related to the long-term cooperation with schools in other provinces. It must not be lost.

Twenty-six seconds were counted down when the phone called again.

This time it was a slightly older female voice.

"I'm the editor-in-chief of the publishing house, let's talk about something."

Jiang Wang spent 20 minutes talking about the OEM, but the other party said that the entire book file is too large to be delivered by a mobile hard disk or a USB flash drive, and it is impossible to send it by email.

"Again, the contract also takes time. It will take a week just for the two parties to stamp the official seal once and for all, right?"

"This set of secret volumes from our publishing house is a joint test of several well-known universities in H province, and it is indeed very valuable." The editor-in-chief took a sip of tea and said slowly: "So in the data transfer and When signing the contract, we must protect the interests of both parties.”

Jiang Wang took a deep breath and drove the car to the gas station.

"I'm going to get the official seal, and now I'll drive to the provincial capital."

The other party was stunned.

"Are you really going to make this trip?"

"Even if you can get to the Southeast within three days by express, is it possible for 5,000 copies to be printed and packaged in four days?"

"I know." The man said calmly: "The phone is hung up, see you in three hours."

He needs four printing plants to open at the same time and come back with encrypted hard drives within seven hours.

In 2006, there is no electronic official seal.

It only took Jiang Wang two hours and ten minutes to drive from city A to the provincial capital. When he saw the editor-in-chief, he didn't drink a sip of water. Take the hard drive contract and turn around and go back to town.

The four printing plants were all negotiated and arranged to start work overnight, it was already four in the morning.

He drove home from the suburbs, his mind was so tired that he couldn't think of anything extra.

I earned nearly 100,000 in seven days, and the requirements of each process are so precise that it is terrifying.

What if it was done?

He didn't think about what would happen if the list fell into his hands.

The city was empty at four in the morning, and the street lights seemed lonely.

Jiang Wang was too sleepy to smoke a cigarette. When he was waiting for the traffic light, he saw a few figures near the food stall on the opposite corner of the street.

The man rubbed his eyes, and with excellent eyesight, found that two people were trying to carry the other.

In the end, the man was so drunk that he seemed to be unable to stand up.

The two companions couldn't handle him either, and they were stingy about calling a car to take him back. They even threw the man directly into the bus stop next to the street light, letting the man collapse on the cold brick floor.

Three people in front of them beckoned to urge them to leave, and the two behind them walked away, and the figure disappeared after a while.

…and a bunch of grandchildren.

Jiang Wang was so sleepy he could fall asleep in the car that he hesitated for a few seconds before driving the car to that person.

He has an alcoholic in his family, so be extra careful.

Xia Li stopped slowly beside the bus stop, the man's eyes paused and his chest hurt.

Peng Jiahui clasped a black briefcase with both hands, and slept in the bushes covered in dust, with grass on his neck and trousers.

He drank so badly that his cheeks turned purple, but his body had lost self-control, and it was difficult to vomit some alcohol.

Jiang Wang has gone through too many wine rounds since he was in his twenties and knows what role he is playing.

—There is such a person in both institutions and foreign companies, who is responsible for toasting and toasting when talking about business, so as to satisfy the subtle control desires of various bosses and managers.

Those who can drink or not will toast with him diligently, as long as a few bottles of red and white are needed, the sincerity of both parties will be honest.

As for physical health, is the liver and spleen normal?

That has nothing to do with group interests.

Throw it away when you're done, it's a **** beast.

Jiang Wang got out of the car and walked over to check Peng Jiahui's breath, his tone was not friendly.

"Wake up, can you see who I am?"

The middle-aged man's voice was muffled, and his fingers were so paralyzed that he couldn't bend flexibly.

He wanted to open his eyes and fell asleep again, his breathing was choked from time to time, and he coughed very embarrassingly.

Jiang Wang put out the cigarette, and held his biological father up with both hands: "Cough it out, don't get stuck, please cooperate."

The man's consciousness was chaotic at this time, and he couldn't say a complete sentence. The only thing he remembered was to hold on to his briefcase and not lose important things.

"Peng Jiahui, you **** wake up." Jiang Wang said angrily: "Three two one, breathe!"

He tapped the man's back with great skill, the latter gasped as if drowning, and struggled: "...It hurts."

"Where does it hurt?"

Peng Jiahui's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, he couldn't focus his vision when he opened his eyes, he murmured and cried out in pain.

Jiang Wang dragged him and sweated for a few minutes. He realized that his biological father was going to die on this street, so he turned his back and walked in the direction of the car.

He tried so hard to forget this person that he refused to leave a surname, but he still couldn't let him die on the street, so he stopped.

A person who is drunk is very heavy, and it is very difficult to walk with his back on his back.

"Don't spit on me!" Jiang Wang heard his weak breathing, and increased his voice again to keep the other party conscious: "Wake up! Head into the carriage, can you see it to the right? !"

He drove all the way to the night emergency department of the People's Hospital, constantly checking whether Peng Jiahui was still conscious.

The doctor was a little angry when he received the person: "What is this drinking?! Aren't you afraid that he will die from stomach bleeding, so don't stop him?!"

"Who are you?!"

Jiang Wang said tiredly, "Neighbor."

Not even a friend.

Several nurses hurried over to take care of Peng Jiahui's admission to the hospital for gastric lavage, and left an internship informing him to register for payment and get medicine.

"At present, there is severe alcohol poisoning, and there must be acute gastrointestinal reactions. The specifics need to be further confirmed."

"You don't leave tonight, it's better to stay here all the time to avoid any trouble."

The doctor handed several forms to him, and the voice was urgent and fast: "Do you know his family members? Inform the patient's family members as soon as possible."

Jiang Wang thought for a while: "I think they are all dead, come find me if you have anything."

As for Peng Xingwang, the child is sleeping, don't look for him.

Jiang Wang had to wait till dawn.

He leaned against the wall drowsy and fell asleep for a while, and then woke up suddenly with his head lowered due to the loss of strength in his neck.

The nurse came over again to inform him to go through the admission procedures, and to fill in the patient's ID number and age address.

Jiang Wangben held a black briefcase for Peng Jiahui and sat alone in the dim and smelly emergency room.

He looked down for two seconds and reached out to open the briefcase.

Several pieces of loose money, the total amount does not exceed 80.

An ID card, a bunch of keys, the keychain is a yellowish plastic lamb.

Look further inside, and there is a relatively hidden zipper interlayer.

He paused for two seconds and opened the zipper completely.

The first thing that catches your eye is the brand new five hundred dollars.

What was Jiang Wang like when he gave it to him that day, and it is still what it is now, not a single one has been moved.

Pull open the red note and put a carefully folded purchase agreement inside.

『Plan to order EP-12 parts from Chengfeng Machinery Co., Ltd.』

Under the nonsense document, there are fingerprints of both parties and the transaction amount.

『Twenty Thousand Yuan』

"Fuck." The man scolded fiercely, causing the patient who was infusion in the distance to stare in surprise.

Drinking like this for the order of 20,000 yuan, I am not afraid to let the child burn paper for him tomorrow.

Jiang Wang's nameless fire didn't know where it was going, if he was younger and more energetic, he might just drive to kill those idiots

Bump all over again.

He packed his things back in two or three times, got up and went to arrange an inpatient ward for Peng Jiahui.

When all the trivial things are done, it is already seven in the morning, and people outside the corridor come to visit their families with hot breakfast.

Peng Jiahui was arranged for gastric lavage infusion in the middle of the night, and by this time he was already asleep.

Jiang Wang didn't want to stay in the same room as this person, sitting alone outside the ward against the wall and sleeping with his eyes closed.

His neck hurts.

The phone of the printing house rang abruptly at 9:30, asking for an alternative to the craft of making books.

Jiang Wang woke up and answered quickly, and got up to see Peng Jiahui who was still rehydrating.

The latter vomited several times in the middle of the night and in the early morning, and was cared for by nurses.

Jiang Wang originally wanted to take a look and arrange for the nurse to leave by himself, but Peng Jiahui heard his footsteps and opened his eyes with difficulty.

"Your bag is here." Jiang Wang said coldly, "No one will save you next time."

Peng Jiahui's face was morbidly pale, and his lips moved to speak, but he couldn't make a sound.

Jiang Wang endured his temper and fed him water.

"Please," Peng Jiahui didn't fully return to the cage, and now he still speaks intermittently: "Don't, don't tell Xingxing."

Jiang Wang is not used to being called by a nickname.

The name Xingxing, even now, only calls Peng Xingwang twice when he is in a very good mood.

The middle-aged man was afraid that he would not agree, so he tried to hold up his body and pleaded again.

"Got it." Jiang Wang said blankly, "I'm going to work, is there anything else."

"No, no," Peng Jiahui's voice was hoarse: "Brother, thank you."

"The doctor said that if you deliver it a little later, maybe you will die there because of stomach bleeding." Jiang Wang originally just wanted to say a few words and left, but he got angry again when he opened his mouth. Q: "Isn't it difficult to let you find a job and let you kill yourself and live a good life?"

"They let you drink and you drink? What are you? Selling them a joke??"

Peng Jiahui was trained not to speak, and looked down cowardly, as if admitting a mistake.

Jiang Wang saw that he was bullying the soft and fearing the hard, took a deep breath, turned around and walked out, thinking that I am too busy to care about you, why, **** you.

After walking a few steps, she turned back and stood in front of Peng Jiahui's bed, frowning at him.

"You come to my company."

"Don't play with those idiots, you know."

Peng Jiahui, who is in his thirties, looks much younger than he remembers, showing a sense of confusion between young and middle-aged.

I am already a father, but I haven't thought about my place in this world. It seems that I owe a lot of debts to my life. I am flustered, tired and pale.

It is also possible that many people live into their thirties and are completely unready to take on more family life.

Jiang Wang really doesn't want to get involved with this person, but with his current life, it is still easier to arrange a leisurely and stable job for Peng Jiahui.

Peng Jiahui shook his head and refused without waiting for Jiang Wang to express more favorable conditions.

"The fragrance is far and the smell is near." Peng Jiahui's throat was sore, and he spoke very slowly: "I can't feed the child, I can only give you the stars, I'm sorry."

"Brother...sorry."

Jiang Wang pursed his lips and said nothing.

He knows where this man is thinking.

Peng Jiahui probably became a little sober after his son was taken away, and went back to the main line of life, looking for a job to make money and trying to change a decent residence, and was forced to re-recognize his incompetence in all aspects.

He would rather Peng Xingwang stay in Jiang Wang and live a decent life, and would rather not accept a new job, and not make Jiang Wang feel so bored that he is not good to Xingwang.

The nurse came to change the dressing with the tray again, urging Jiang Wang to finish talking and leave.

"The patient needs to rest, don't visit for too long!"

Jiang Wang looked down at Peng Jiahui, wanting to ask him why you look like a person now.

When life is unsatisfactory, you beat your child and let out your anger, and you can't even keep your wife in your thirties. What the **** are you doing in the first half of your life?

He finally said nothing and put the black briefcase deep in the bedside table.

"Recover well, see you tomorrow."

"Don't be hospitalized in advance, the company is embarrassing you, come to me directly, understand?"

He is only a few years younger than his father, and he is still called a brother.

Jiang Wang didn't wait for Peng Jiahui to react, he turned around neatly and left without looking back.

When he got home, he fell asleep and slept from ten in the morning until midnight.

The next day, the child didn't ask him where he was, but happily said that there were a lot of questions in the final exam, and all the homework was finished.

Jiang Wang was paralyzed and slept on the bed, he answered feebly, sent him to Teacher Ji's place to supplement his English, turned around to buy hot porridge and went to visit Peng Jiahui.

Peng Jiahui was in a lot of energy today, although he was still pressed by the nurse to infuse, he finally spoke fluently.

He stammered to explain how difficult it was to talk about business a few days ago, that he was about to be promoted, and that the company had a good attitude and even offered compensation for nutrition.

Jiang Wang propped his chin up and listened expressionlessly, occasionally seeing Peng Jiahui's embarrassed expression, he hummed.

"Right," the man tentatively said, "Since you are... Wen Juan's relative, you should know about her situation."

Jiang Wang was still accustomed to sneering, um, he realized that Wenjuan was his own mother.

"Wen Juan seems to have been married for almost a year. I heard from relatives who went back to the city." Peng Jiahui sighed: "If she hadn't accidentally had a child, she would have lived a better life. It's so much better now."

Jiang Wang heard his biological father talk about his biological mother for the first time. Countless questions came to his throat, but he just nodded with a flat expression.

"She likes the kind of person who went to college, and I cried all the time when she married me." Peng Jiahui defended himself: "I didn't stop her when she wanted to divorce, but who would have thought that her children would also Don't, just ran away in a hurry as if afraid that I would pester her."

"What do you think Wen Juan is running for? Is it so hard to live in a small city?"

Here, Peng Jiahui sat up a lot, frowning and babbling.

"By the way, I heard that she will come back this month. When you bring Xingxing to dinner with her, I won't go there, and I have nothing to say when we meet, right?"

"The stars must miss her."