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

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

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

Some parents who had never seen the world had a slack expression, and the children beside them couldn't help but envy their faces.

——In the end, it was the fifth- and sixth-tier cities in 2006. Many children had to go to university before they had the opportunity to visit the provincial capital.

The primary school students here have limited their understanding of 'celebrities' to the local tyrants' decoration in the style of big health care on TV. When they see Peng Xingwang being treated like this, they can't walk, craned their necks and refused to go home with their parents. .

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

"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, so he hurriedly said, "Let's go."

Jiang Wang saluted like his personal butler: "Master, please."

Please what! ! It only takes five minutes to walk home! ! !

Without waiting for the child to respond, the bodyguard with sunglasses on the left gently took Mickey Mouse's schoolbag with both hands, and the one on the right took over the school uniform, and then led him into a super-long luxury car while everyone was watching.

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 by 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 it: "I don't even know how to explain it tomorrow."

"No." Jiang Wang was tasting his lemon-flavored chocolate parfait, 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 fooling school that he has mastered twenty years later, so he said: "But..."

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

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

From the next day, Hongshan Primary 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 drawn to 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's imagination is limited, and if they take what they have seen and heard home and tell their family, they will get full conjectures that are more bells and whistles than TV shows.

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 strong and fortune-telling. It is 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 no one believed him when he told a lie.

The children did not expect that one day everyone would stare at him with the eyes of Cinderella and Long Aotian at the same time, so they could only keep their heads down and pretend to know nothing.

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

When Ji Linqiu met Jiang Wang later, he sincerely thanked him.

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

"After all, it's at school, and it's not going to affect him if it gets too big." When Jiang Wang said this, his face was not red and his heart was not guilty: "It's to add 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 bit frivolous, the effect is good.

The two were chatting when the phone rang.

"Brother Jiang!! Brother Jiang is not good!!"

Ji Linqiu was a little regretful: "Let's talk next time."

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

The buddies were also panicked.

"Our online store has only opened for two days. 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 summer vacation homework for the joint temporary increase of the three schools, and if it was delayed, the students would not be able to send it out!"

Jiang Wang speeded up and rushed to the parking lot with a solemn tone.

"How much is in stock now?"

"We have searched all three warehouses, and we have stockpiled 800 copies in total. How could we expect this to sell so well?" There is a fixed amount of inventory in the market.”

"Has the deposit been given?"

"I listened to your previous instructions. According to the internal discount price of 20%, 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 towards the light industrial area: "The publishing house called me, and I temporarily asked them for approval."

"This—is this okay?"

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up."

The publishing house made four calls in a row before someone answered slowly, and when they heard the business was coming, they were dazed.

Jiang Wang had to suppress his voice a little more fiercely.

"Do you know above that you do things like this?"

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

"If you can't do it well, I'll drive right now to the downstairs of your publishing house to talk about 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 didn't get scolded for a long time. hurriedly said that knew and hung up.

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

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

When the countdown was twenty-six seconds, the phone rang 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 contract printing, but the other party said that the entire book file was too large to be delivered by a mobile hard disk or a USB flash drive, and it was impossible to send it by e-mail.

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

"This set of secret volumes from our publishing house is a joint venture of several well-known colleges and universities in H province, and it is indeed very valuable." The editor-in-chief took a sip of tea and said slowly: "So in terms of data transfer and contract signing, we must protect it even more. for the benefit 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'm driving 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 five thousand copies to be printed and packaged in four days without today's round trip?"

"I know." The man said calmly, "I've hung up the phone, see you in three hours."

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

In 2006 of the dog, there is not even an 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. It took only 15 minutes before and after the contract was signed and sealed. He took the hard disk contract and turned back to the city.

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

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

Earning nearly 100,000 yuan in seven days, the requirements of each process are so precise that they are terrifying.

What if it was done?

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

At four in the morning, the city was empty, 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 person.

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 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 with their shoulders on their backs, and their figures disappeared after a while.

...and a bunch of grandchildren.

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

Although it is midsummer now, the ground is cool at night, and at most it is covered in mosquito bags after sleeping all night, but I am still afraid of accidents.

He had an alcoholic in his family, so he was extra careful.

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

Peng Jiahui clung to 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.

After Jiang Wang was in his twenties, he had gone through too many wine rounds and knew exactly what role he was playing.

——There is such a person in both public institutions and foreign companies, who is responsible for toasting and toasting when talking about business, so as to satisfy the subtle desire for control 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 frank.

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 fucking beast.

Jiang Wang got out of the car and walked over to check Peng Jiahui's breathing, 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 they couldn't bend flexibly.

He wanted to open his eyes and want to fall 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, cooperate a little bit."

At this time, the man's consciousness was chaotic, 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 fucking wake up." Jiang Wang said angrily, "Three two one, breathe!"

He tapped the man's back with great skill, and the latter gasped as if drowning, struggling to say, "...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 into a sweat for a few minutes. Realizing that his biological father was going to die on this street, he turned his back and walked in the direction of the car.

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

After being drunk, people are very heavy, and it is very difficult to walk with their backs on their backs.

"Don't spit on me!" Jiang Wang heard his faint 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 on the way.

When the doctor received the person, he was slightly annoyed: "What is this drinking?! Aren't you afraid that he will bleed from his stomach and die, so don't stop him?!"

"Who are you?!"

Jiang Wang said tiredly, "Neighbor."

Don't even want to say they are friends.

Several nurses hurried over to take care of Peng Jiahui's admission to the hospital for gastric lavage, leaving an internship notice to inform 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 accident."

The doctor handed several forms to him, and his 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, find me if you have anything."

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

Jiang Wang had to wait until dawn.

He leaned against the wall in a drowsy sleep for a while, and woke up suddenly with his head lowered because of the loss of strength in his neck.

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

Jiang Wang originally 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.

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

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

Probing further inside, there is a relatively hidden zipper interlayer.

He paused for two seconds and opened the zipper completely.

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

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

Pulling aside the red note, there was a carefully folded purchase agreement inside.

"It is proposed to order five boxes of e-12 parts from Chengfeng Machinery Co., Ltd."

Under the nonsense document, there are the signatures of both parties' handprints, as well as the transaction amount.

"Twenty million yuan"

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

For the sake of the list 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.

Hit 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.

After all the trivial work was done, it was already seven o'clock in the morning, and people outside the corridor came to visit their families with hot breakfast.

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

Jiang Wang didn't want to stay in the same room with 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 suddenly 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 arranged for the nurse to leave by himself. Unexpectedly, when Peng Jiahui heard his footsteps, he 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 held back 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 was actually 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 said in a hoarse voice, "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 just wanted to say a few words and left, but he got angry again when he opened his mouth: "Why don't you find a job? Is it difficult for you to kill yourself, to live a good life?"

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

Peng Jiahui was so trained that he did not dare to speak, and looked down cowardly, as if admitting his 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, fuck you.

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

"Come to my company."

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

Peng Jiahui, who is in his thirties, has a much younger face than he remembers, showing a daze between the young and middle-aged.

The identity is already a father, but he has not thought about his position in this world. It seems that he owes a lot of debts in life, and he is flustered, tired and pale.

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

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

Before Jiang Wang could tell more favorable conditions, Peng Jiahui shook his head and refused.

"It smells far and near." Peng Jiahui's throat was sore, and he spoke very slowly: "I can't feed my children, so I can only give you the stars, I'm sorry."

"Brother... I'm sorry."

Jiang Wang pursed his lips and said nothing.

He knew where this man was thinking.

It was probably after his son was taken away that Peng Jiahui became a little more awake 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 over again with a tray to change the medicine, urging Jiang Wang to finish talking and leave.

"The patient still 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. You can't even keep your wife in your thirties. What the hell are you doing in the first half of your life?

He didn't say anything in the end, and put the black briefcase deep in the bedside table.

"Recover well and 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.

After 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 was happy to say that there were a lot of questions in the final exam, and all the homework was finished.

Jiang Wang was paralyzed on the bed and slept on his back. He weakly responded, sent him to Teacher Ji's office to supplement his English, and turned around to buy hot porridge to visit Peng Jiahui.

Peng Jiahui was in a lot of energy today. Although he was still being held by the nurse for an infusion, he finally spoke fluently.

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

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

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

Jiang Wang was still habitually holding the mow, but after he realized that Wen Juan was his own mother.

"Wenjuan seems to have been married for almost a year. I heard from relatives who returned to the city." Peng Jiahui sighed deeply: "If she hadn't accidentally had a child back then, she would have been much better off than she is now."

It was the first time Jiang Wang heard his biological father talk about his biological mother. Countless questions flooded into his throat, but he just nodded with a flat expression.

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

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

Having said that, Peng Jiahui sat up a lot, frowning and chattering.

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

"Xingxing must miss her." w, please keep in mind:,,,