Ordinarily, young people in their twenties will have to suffer a few times when they open a shop and do business. They either miss or overturn the car. Very few are favored by the god of luck and make a fortune on the spot.

In the eyes of many people, Jiang Wang is the type of two kicks buried in the ancestral grave.

They felt that this person was not only accurate in football, but also chose the location of the bookstore.

Not really.

Jiang Wang's ability to make money in opening a bookstore depends on his keen sense of smell after 20 years, as well as the professional vision of a senior real estate salesman.

He can distinguish the traffic volume of several commercial streets at a glance, and the subtle difference between Dongsanpu and Xisanpu. The location selection is a must.

Seeing that Boss Jiang was making money, many people also became restless. Just two months later, several bookstores tried to follow the same business model. They also sold milk tea in a decent manner, and invited students to come in to read books and do homework. .

However, it was only lively for a few days, and after a few days it returned to a recession.

Jiang Wang thought about it, and decided to use the existing funds to invest in the provincial capital.

Investing is very addictive, and it has the thrill of gambling.

At this moment, major e-commerce companies are finally showing signs of initial marketing, and online shopping orders are also appearing in small cities in the fifth and sixth tiers.

And the real economy is prosperous, he has a lot of time to establish a foothold in the provincial capital, and then use this as a radiation point to gradually spread his business to the whole country in more years.

Even better, he clearly remembers the prime locations of the provincial metro and subsequent commercial centers.

Jiang Wang made a quick decision. Thinking of this point the night before, he drove to Yuhan City, the provincial capital, the next morning. When he got there, he refilled half a barrel of oil and took a camera map to write and draw.

He also took the child's ruler with him. Although several Ultraman stickers were pasted on it, it was very easy to use.

A few lines cross and draw, and the right place appears immediately.

Without hesitation, he drove over again to step on the spot, and observed the construction nearby and the real estate where many people have moved in one after another, and quickly settled on a large store with three floors.

Real estate is the blood hub of the city, where there is surging abundance, there will be endless growth.

Finance did not expect things to be so sudden.

"Boss, really?"

"You don't think much about it?"

"No." Jiang Wang simply informed him, turned around to sign his name, and asked the designer to re-determine the style of the facade.

He was busy for more than ten days. In the end, Jiang Wang simply set up a platinum membership in a nearby hotel, and only returned to the small town after the construction plan was completely settled.

The day came back was September 9th, and the child had been in the second grade for several days.

Peng Xingwang knew that his eldest brother was on a business trip, and his father was also on a business trip, so he obediently went to the school to register for reports, swiped his card to pay tuition fees, and went to the small dormitory where he took a nap to lay quilts and sheets.

He has taken care of himself for a long time and is skilled enough.

Ji Linqiu was not at ease at the beginning, and was accompanied by everything.

However, the old lady of the class teacher frowned and stared at every turn, seeing that the students were annoyed and the younger colleagues were even more annoying, and she had to say a few words to everyone.

"What's wrong with eight years old? The older generation followed their family to plant rice when they were eight years old, and he still went to school!"

Ji Linqiu showed her disapproval, but she still disappeared in front of her without causing many troubles.

On the other hand, Peng Xingwang managed everything for the start of the school swiftly. He also handled the formalities well in the next few days when he had to wrap his book cover and ran. On the way home, he took Teacher Ji and coaxed him.

"Don't worry, I'm great alone!"

"And I'll be as good as Big Brother!"

Ji Linqiu couldn't help laughing, bowed his head and kissed the top of the child's head, leading him across the road together.

Then he didn't see Jiang Wang leaning against the street lamp until he had walked across the zebra crossing and reached the other end of the wide road.

The man obviously saw the scene where he kissed Peng Xingwang, and smiled narrowly.

Ji Linqiu blinked and pursed his lips deliberately when he walked in front of Jiang Wang.

"Why are you laughing."

"Did you laugh?" Jiang Wang raised his eyebrows: "I don't think so."

People haven't seen each other for more than ten days, but their narcissism has not changed.

Ji Linqiu glanced at him, and the three walked back together in tacit understanding.

Jiang Wang had been away from home for a long time, and when he came back, he felt an inexplicable sense of freshness.

In fact, just like Peng Xingwang, it only took him two months to experience the feeling of family, and he was used to being a lone wolf before.

Now not only have close friends, but also have a little tail who needs to worry about every day, and it feels good.

When he got home, Ji Linqiu went into the house to correct his homework, Jiang Wang accompanied Peng Xingwang to water the gardenia tree in the small yard under the setting sun, and the child whispered in a low voice.

"Brother, tomorrow is Teacher's Day."

Jiang Wang sighed and thought for a while: "Not enough money? Will I accompany you to buy flowers for the teacher?"

"No! I've saved a lot of money!" Peng Xing looked like "you elm head": "Tomorrow we will also send flowers to Teacher Ji!"

Jiang Wang wondered why the child's stickiness had not yet passed, and thought for a few seconds.

"Actually, students in several classes will send him flowers, and you will be submerged if you send them. It is estimated that even the fragrance will be mixed."

Peng Xingwang lowered his head, feeling gloomy.

"It's too vulgar to send gifts, and it's not good to send flowers. What should I do?"

Jiang Wang didn't expect that he would have to worry about this kind of thing after so many years of graduation. After a while, he said, "Let's write a heartfelt card. Your words... are very special, and Teacher Ji will definitely remember them."

He swallowed the metaphor of dividing the body by five horses, not willing to suppress the child's self-confidence.

Peng Xing looked up and pulled him to his room to get the greeting card.

The bookstore sells a lot of this, and the ladies in the store also like to send postcards and greeting cards to children.

Peng Xingwang chose an aqua blue card for himself, and also specially selected a bright yellow bow greeting card for Jiang Wang.

Jiang Wang was inexplicable: "I'm not in the second grade of elementary school."

The child handed the pen under his nose: "You write too!"

Boss Jiang looked puzzled. Seeing that he had already started to bite the pen and meditate, he sat next to him and wanted to leave, so he took off the pen cap and started writing after a while.

He really should write a thank you letter to Teacher Ji.

Jiang Wang was very poor when he was a child, and his family could not afford greeting cards at all.

At that time, the children were all competing, and some people were embarrassed to take out a flower, because the rich children in the family would directly send beautifully woven flower baskets to the school, one by one.

Many students not only write greeting cards on Teacher's Day, but also send greeting cards to their favorite teachers on Christmas and New Year's Day, and some even play music when they open it.

Jiang Wang was also in the second grade of elementary school at that time, and he was finally able to write a few lines smoothly, and he was secretly timid.

In the end, he tore off a piece of homework paper, scribbled two lines of thanks, and put it on the desks of Teacher Ji and the head teacher like a thief when no one was there, without daring to sign it.

There are many children's thoughts on the table. Chocolates, flower baskets, single carnations, singing greeting cards.

His words were hidden in a drawer, folded very small, like rubbish, and would not be found unless you looked carefully.

But since that afternoon, the stinky and poisonous old lady has become more restrained in her words.

And Teacher Ji stopped him specially when he was out of school.

"Xingwang," he called him by his name as he did today, with a kind smile: "I received your card."

"But you folded it so small that I almost didn't see it."

Ji Linqiu squatted in front of young Jiang Wang and reached out to touch his head.

"Xingxing, if you want to say Happy New Year, Happy Autumn and Happy Snow to the teacher in the future, you can write it in your English homework book."

"The teacher will quietly draw you a small smile when changing your homework, indicating that you have received it, okay?"

Jiang Wang was probably wearing too little at the time. In the autumn when the temperature suddenly dropped, the snot bubbles came out from the cold.

Then I wrote him a Happy New Year in the English book until graduation.

Every year the teacher will draw him a small smiling face, even if there is no greeting card.

Jiang Wang deliberately pressed these memories close to the edge of oblivion, so that when he thought about it again at this moment, his expression was not very natural.

Memories can put people in a state of helplessness and power at the same time.

As long as he thinks of his childhood, he seems to be returning to the old days of passive pain everywhere.

The Ji Linqiu in my memory is the same person as Ji Linqiu who is changing homework in his living room at this moment.

He grew up alone, forcing choice after choice among teenagers with no choice.

Then become an independent adult, and go back to the past with the attitude of being able to choose everything.

Let's face the season of the year.

It's Teacher Ji, who is watching countless children in the wheat field, and Ji Linqiu, who is trapped in the eyes of blood and society.

Jiang Wang thought about it for a long time, and it was not until Peng Xingwang started to stick Ultraman stickers on the greeting card that he finally started writing.

Compared with his childhood, his words are too much like words, but the strokes are deep, the bending is strong, and there are many stories hidden.

After the man finished writing, he carefully folded it and put it back into the transparent card sleeve.

Peng Xingwang looked up at him: "Do you want to give it together?"

"Ok."

Ji Linqiu was changing his homework in a trance, and when he heard footsteps, he raised his head and found that Peng Xingwang was pulling Jiang Wang, who was somewhat silent, over.

"Mr. Ji!" Peng Xingwang rubbed up to Mr. Ji's side: "I want to send you a Teacher's Day card in advance, okay?"

"Of course," Ji Linqiu said with a smile, "you're interested, let me see?"

The child's handwriting is very flamboyant.

Compared with the previous writing style of dividing the corpses by five horses, it has finally evolved to dividing the corpses into three dogs, which is barely recognizable.

[Teacher Hezi, you will always be the best Teacher Hezi!

You will definitely know English well, and be your Ma Qiao Yu Ao!

love your star]

Ji Linqiu resisted laughing and finished reading, and kissed Jiang Wang again in front of Jiang Wang.

The child was bubbling with joy, and turned to look at Jiang Wang again.

"Brother also wrote you a letter!!"

Ji Linqiu was stunned, full of surprise.

"……real?"

Jiang Wang calmly handed it to him.

"See for yourself."

As soon as the greeting card is unfolded, there are only two short lines.

[Happy Teachers' Day, the season is approaching autumn

May you all be bright and never be bound :)] w , please keep in mind:,