City a is so small that the four urban areas always share three primary schools, and there will be no need to build a subway in 2026.

Jiang Wang randomly picked an Internet cafe and walked in to refresh his ID card.

The ID card is issued in the ghost market along Ping Street.

In the 2000s, many cities had ghost markets, which had nothing to do with feudal superstitions, and were generally used to clean up gray income.

Most of the things stolen and robbed will gather here. At three or four in the morning, when people are asleep, they open quietly and disperse when the sky is about to light.

In fact, the police have come to clean the place many times with sleepiness, but in the early years, the police force was insufficient, and the eradication of evil was not thorough enough.

Jiang Wang went to Yanping Street at three o'clock in the morning today while the kid was snoring, and he managed to find someone to help him renew his ID card and household registration.

"The second one is half price, would you consider it?"

Jiang Wangbai glanced at him and weighed the weight of his ID card.

"It has everything in it, and the chips can be printed out. I am a century-old brand," the certificate seller said in a slick voice, not forgetting to sell more business: "If you want a graduation certificate, I will print it for you in five minutes from Tsinghua University. it is good!"

When really went to the Internet cafe to swipe ID card, the man had no emotion on his face, and his movements were a little slower than usual.

The card machine beeped, and the little network manager opened the card for him with a lollipop in his mouth: "46 machines, two yuan an hour, if you want to cover the night, 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. He frowned when he saw the sx interface pop up.

is inconvenient. very inconvenient.

The web page layout is crowded and messy, and the pop-up ads are all messy 999.

He opened the search engine and thought about it, and directly typed in the fast wind express that can rank among the top three in the country.

The contact number for joining is at the bottom of the official website, and it took almost two minutes for someone to get in touch.

"Hello, I'm from city a, province h, and I want to join your company's express delivery business."

The receptionist on the opposite side quickly searched and said apologetically, "Sorry sir, we only have the provincial capital for the time being—"

"You're not in charge, pick me up." Jiang Wang interrupted, "Find someone who can call the shots and talk to me."

The customer service was stunned, but hesitantly agreed, and transferred the call to the customer service supervisor.

The same goes for the customer service supervisor.

"Sorry, sir, our company is currently handling business in Shenzhen and Hong Kong, and other provincial capital cities are also coming"

"Substitution," Jiang Wang put out the cigarette: "Talk to your superior."

The phone rang for more than a minute with good luck, 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 straightly: "Don't rush to reject me."

"Province h is located in central China, and city a is in the core area. Sooner or later, it will become a major logistics province."

"You make the decision to give up this place now. In the future, when other express companies have eroded the territory and then want to go back, the money will not be so easy to make."

The words are neither true nor false.

H province has indeed been a hub province for transportation since ancient times, but after 20 years, it is the neighboring city with more geographical advantages, not the place where Jiang Wang is located.

But you never need to pay attention to the word sincerity when talking about business. Party B has never told Party A that your price of 3,000 yuan is too high, and the competitor next door can take it for 200 yuan.

The woman was silent for a few seconds, and ordered the secretary to come and record his mobile number.

"I'll study it and give you an answer within two days."

Jiang Wang saw that he had a 20% chance of winning, so he didn't let her hang up with a smile.

"I used to sell houses." He said in a steady voice, so steady that he seemed to be right: "I can sell all the houses in the remote areas and the houses that were hanged."

"City a is considered a prime location, and if the price is slightly raised, it will be a battleground in three or five years. You should think more about it."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Wang thought about it for a while, and played CS for a while with his chin supported.

At present, e-commerce online stores have just started, and the page is rough, and the customer traffic is much less than in the future.

But there is a saying that pigs can fly when standing on the wind.

After playing on the old computer for a while, the fan of the big box screen will be noisy, and the graphics card is estimated to be hot enough to fry an egg.

He was so absent-minded that he didn't notice anyone looking at him.

"Hey, it's you!" The other party greeted him warmly and handed a piece of white sand: "It's a pleasure to meet you, I heard Brother Yu and the others say about you!"

Jiang Wang smashed the heads of the buddies in the LAN in the next two rows, and looked up at the person in front of him: "What's the matter?"

"Didn't you tell fortunes at the lottery station?" The man looked in his thirties but had severe alopecia areata, and his scalp was red with an abnormal red: "I, I slept in the morning, and I didn't expect to meet again so coincidentally. Can you count?"

Jiang Wang quit the game and glanced up and down, but for the time being he didn't associate this person with his own past memories.

"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 grow up how old you are, and I don't need to be called Uncle," the bald man said, rubbing his hands, "I'm still the section chief, but a group has been withdrawn from above.

Jiang Wang stepped back a little, pulled out his chair and tried to stand up.

"My daughter-in-law is always on business trips. I'm actually... actually a little worried." The bald man said, "Can you... help me take a look?"

Aunt Ke is very nice. She is the mother of my junior high school classmates, and she 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: "What did she see that shouldn't be seen?"

"Take her to the hospital for a checkup early," Jiang Wang said slowly, "She has hyperthyroidism, so treat her sooner rather than later."

"Your wife is very good, you don't need to think about it."

The other party was stunned: "A what? My daughter looks pretty good except for being thinner."

"Go to the hospital to have a look. You can find out by checking the blood."

Without waiting for Uncle Wei to ask more, 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 had these functions.

The trivial incidents he had heard about, the parents of classmates he knew, would one day reappear in this way.

Turning back to the entrance of the primary school, there are already several classes that let the children out early.

There are several grocery stores on the left and right sides of the school, selling inferior children's lipsticks, game king cards and so on.

There are several food stalls at the door, most of which sell candied gourd bowls and 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, and could only shamelessly rub the food bought by classmates.

The hawker in front of him is baking the plum blossom cake with briquettes. Although it looks like an egg waffle, the texture is softer and more custard, and the custard is more flavorful.

"Honey cake! Five yuan for half and ten yuan for the whole! Come and try it!"

Jiang Wang paid for a freshly baked one, thinking I'd give him a taste.

Then the whole bag just disappears.

Someone did not change his color in front of the hawker stall: "Three more bags, all packed and taken away."

The hawker couldn't ask for anything: "Right now! I'll give you the first roast, and they all line up!"

Jiang Wang rarely waited there patiently, and after a few minutes, a figure passed by in the corner of his eye.

His eyes narrowed, and he followed with a short command.

"Hey, you'll remember to come back and get it later! I'll take the money first!!"

Jiang Wang had already followed the man in two or three steps, his eyes darkened.

The 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 lazily.

When a drunk man wakes up, he always looks like a human being, combing his hair and wearing a white shirt, his black leather shoes and brass watch are shiny with oil, his cheekbones are morbidly prominent, and he looks like a ghost reborn from a flood.

The man didn't remember which class his son was in at all, so he looked through the back door and windows one class after another, and only found someone in class one or three.

The English class is over, and the teacher is still assigning homework. Many children saw that a parent came in, and they all looked this way curiously.

When Mr. Ji saw a parent coming, he walked to the door with the lesson plan textbook: "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man didn't even look at him, and instead of passing him, he jammed halfway into the door: "Peng Xingwang! Get out of here for me!"

There was an uproar in the class, and the child in the innermost shrank desperately.

"You didn't come out, didn't you?" Father Peng suddenly changed color, and regardless of Teacher Ji's stop, he was ready to go in and beat someone: "Wang Bagaozi turned against you! Come out and hear, where have you been these days?"

Before he finished speaking, he was caught by the back collar, and he slid out of the class door with a jerk like a mahjong.

There was a young man who was as cold as a knife, frowning and his voice seemed to be dipped in ice water.

"I am his cousin, and I will take care of this child in the future."

"What are you?" Father Peng spat, struggling to get the collar out of his hands: "What are you doing, what are you doing! 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, and go out to talk about something."

This was the first time Jiang Wang saw his father in his early thirties. He was a head taller than him, so that he could look down at him without any hesitation.

Father Peng also became angry, scolded a few times in his mouth, and threatened to call the police.

"This is my son, I don't care about your cousin, even if I cut him into a hot pot, it has nothing to do with you—"

"Snapped!"

Jiang Wang slapped his ear with a backhand and said with a sneer, "Say it again?"

A bunch of kids in the class: "Wow..."

"You fucking—"

"Snapped!"

Jiang Wang said flatly: "If you don't pay the tuition and don't do business, you spend all day prostituting women. At this time, you think of coming to school and pissing off?"

A bunch of kids in the class: "Oh..."

Teacher Ji stopped between them with one hand, and closed the door with the other hand, signaling the other students to leave school through the back door, not to stay here.

"Calm down," he stopped Jiang Wang vainly, without using any real strength: "I believe that both of you are for the children's good, please pay attention to the way and the occasion."

Jiang Wang didn't say anything, and lifted the opponent into the air with one hand.

He was strong and lean, and he didn't have the strength to lift his own father.

Father Peng didn't expect the disparity in power to be so great. The person kicked twice in mid-air and was already cowardly: "You, you have something to say!"

"Listen." Jiang Wang looked at the other party's eyes: "This child belongs to me. In the future, I will pay for his food, clothing, and education. You can call the police as you please."

"But if you dare to hit him again, I'll just abolish your entire arm."

The children in the class were carrying schoolbags: "Huo-"

Peng Xingwang burst into tears: "Big Brother!!" w, please keep in mind:,,,