Wolves are reborn

Instruct me to come and pick you up and the young master. "

"When will he come back?" Zhou Junyu asked.

"It will take a week. I don't know the exact time." Fan Lekang replied.

3. Primitive accumulation...

When Yang Tiancheng heard this, his face was filled with displeasure.

Zhou Junyu stroked his son's little head reassuringly, hiding his disappointment with a smile.

If he is really on a business trip, that's fine. If he just finds an excuse to avoid seeing him, it would be too heartless!

Zheng Jiajun suppressed his disgust towards Yang Guangyao and asked Fan Lekang.

"How do you plan to arrange my sister?"

Fan Lekang thought the stern young man in front of him was Zhou Junyu's younger brother, and immediately became enthusiastic about him.

"I'll take you to the guest house to store your luggage, have lunch, and go shopping at the department store in the afternoon. I'll send the little boy to report to school tomorrow morning."

"Thank you. Let's go."

Zheng Jiajun raised his hand to signal Fan Lekang to lead the way.

A group of people walked out of the bustling train station and boarded a black Shanghai car.

It was Yang Tiancheng's first time in a car, and his excitement was beyond words.

He looked around, full of curiosity about everything in the carriage, but he was too cautious to reach out and touch it.

Zhou Junyu is also curious, but his demeanor and demeanor are much more restrained than his son's.

Looking at the pair of mother and son, Zheng Jiajun recalled the scene when he first came to the metropolis of Jijing, and couldn't help feeling a lot of emotion.

Fan Lekang led Zheng Jiajun and others into a standard room on the second floor of the guest house, and said, "I didn't know that my brother came with me and only booked one room. I'll go to the service desk and ask if there are any vacant rooms. "

"No, I don't live here at night."

Zheng Jiajun waved his hand and led Fan Lekang to the corridor.

"Xiao Jiancheng's birthday is coming soon, what gift should we buy him?"

Fan Lekang hesitated for a moment, and said: "Second Young Master's birthday is New Year's Day, and it's still early. I advise you not to worry about it. It will save Director Yang from being difficult to deal with."

Sure enough it was him!

Zheng Jiajun was happy and sad at the same time, with mixed feelings for a while.

Back then, he entered the Biology Department of Jijing University as the number one scholar in the provincial science department, and was immersed in study and work all day long, so he was not very popular.

After receiving the first-class scholarship, he bought himself a laptop and an MP4 player, but he attracted the red eyes of some people, lost the opportunity to work and study, and fell into a predicament for survival.

He hid in the campus parking lot at night and cried loudly. He happened to meet Yang Jiancheng and got his help. His whole life changed drastically from then on.

He has always kept Yang Jiancheng's kindness in his heart, and vowed to repay it with his life.

However, his life was so short, only 18 years and 6 months.

Now that he is reborn as a human being, how should he repay Yang Jiancheng, who is only 5 years and 8 months old?

How should he face Yang Jiancheng's half-brother, the father who abandoned him ruthlessly in his previous life?

The current Yang Tiancheng is just an ignorant and ignorant child. How could he spread the grievances from his previous life on an innocent child?

What's more, the child found this unconscious body with gunshot wounds by the sea, and rescued this person together with his mother, saving him in disguise.

Should he be more open-minded, put aside the grievances and hatreds in the past, and start a new life in this life?

Simply, let's start by treating Yang Tiancheng kindly!

Zheng Jiajun patted Fan Lekang on the shoulder lightly, and said, "Brother Kang, thank you for your reminder."

Fan Lekang shook his head, speaking from the bottom of his heart.

"I know my sister-in-law and young master have worked hard. In fact, it is not easy for Director Yang. How can it be so easy to be a door-to-door son-in-law! Let's understand each other!"

Zheng Jiajun nodded, and said sincerely: "Director Yang is really lucky to have such a caring secretary like you!"

Fan Lekang laughed, and said humbly, "Brother, I'm overwhelmed."

"Brother Kang, can you leave a phone number? Let's make friends." Zheng Jiajun said.

"no problem."

Fan Lekang took out a pen and white paper from his pocket, and wrote down his office phone number and home phone number.

At the dinner table, Fan Lekang enthusiastically served dishes, and took the initiative to introduce the local conditions and customs of Jijing and the basic situation of Fangcao Middle School.

Zheng Jiajun didn't know much about Jijing in 1985, so he listened very carefully.

He had warned Zhou Junyu and Yang Tiancheng in advance not to reveal their identities to others, so that Fan Lekang always thought that he was Zhou Junyu's younger brother and a newcomer.

After eating, Zheng Jiajun bid farewell and left.

He strolled in the sunny streets, but his mood was as dark as the color of the clothes popular in this era.

He only had 1 yuan on him, which was lent by Zhou Junyu for his travel expenses home.

In fact, where does he have a home to return to?

He thought for a whole afternoon, and decided to use extraordinary means to accumulate capital first, and then rent a shop to do business.

When Zheng Jiajun took the bus back to Jijing Railway Station, it was nightfall and the lights were on, which was the prime time for pickpockets to steal.

He first memorized the internal structure of the train station, the surrounding terrain, and streets, and then hid himself in the crowds of people, observing and following the pickpockets.

He picked a young man who was not yet proficient in stealing, and followed him to a courtyard house located deep in the alley.

Seeing a tall osmanthus tree with luxuriant branches and leaves in the yard, Zheng Jiajun planned to hide in the crown of the tree to observe the situation of pickpockets.

He grabbed a handful of small stones from the ground and put them in his pocket, climbed up the wall with his bare hands, and stuck to the top of the wall like a gecko to observe the terrain.

He picked out two small stones with three fingers and deftly threw them towards the big tree rustling in the night wind.

Accompanied by the slight sound of breaking through the air, two stones precisely passed through the gaps in the branches and leaves, and hit the canopy of the tree.

A suppressed muffled hum came, and Zheng Jiajun's heart shuddered, and his whole body immediately slid down the wall like a flexible snake, and climbed onto the roof of the house on the other side of the alley.

He patiently lurked for several minutes, only to see a tall and burly man come out over the wall and leave quickly.

Curious about the identity of this person, he followed him.

Finding that this man was very vigilant and had a strong anti-stalking ability, Zheng Jiajun thought of a possibility and became even more curious.

Seeing the man enter the criminal police team of Dongwen District, Jijing City, he confirmed his conjecture, and he couldn't help but think to himself: "That courtyard house, shouldn't it be a den of a pickpocketing group? Since the police have already spotted them, I'd better not It's better to intervene."

Zheng Jiajun resolutely gave up the train station and turned to the famous business district of Jijing City.

After surveying the terrain, he picked a young pickpocket who was still immature in theft and followed him.

After entering the dark alley, he strode forward, slashed at the back of the pickpocket's neck with a sharp hand knife, and ransacked the pickpocket who had fainted on the ground.

After leaving the scene of the crime, Zheng Jiajun kept the robbed national food coupons and RMB close to his body, and put the representative work card and letter of introduction in his pocket for emergencies.

Although the target of the robbery is a pickpocket, his conscience is still uneasy.

He wandered through the night-shrouded streets and alleys like a lonely soul, with a fire of shame always burning in his chest.

"Come here...to catch the thief..."

A hoarse shout suddenly came out, mixed with the sound of chaotic footsteps and fighting...

Zheng Jiajun rushed to the entrance of the alley following the sound, and bumped into a man who was running away in a panic while clutching a cloth bag.

He flew up and kicked the overturned person, followed by mending his temple, then picked up the cloth bag that fell on the ground, and rushed into the alley.

A man fell to the ground, holding tightly to the calf of another man who was trying to escape, and shouted anxiously and weakly, "Catch the thief... catch the thief..."

The fugitive held up the wooden stick angrily and smashed the head of the man on the ground.

Zheng Jiajun galloped forward, and kicked the perpetrator unconscious with a powerful and swift horizontal kick.

He squatted down to check the condition of the man on the ground, only to see that the man had been stabbed in the abdomen, covered in blood, and had fallen into a coma.

He carried the cloth bag on his back, angrily tore off the jacket of the perpetrator, and bandaged the wounded to stop the bleeding.

Then, he tore the perpetrator's underpants into cloth strips and tied them into cloth ropes, and tied his hands and feet behind his back.

He wrapped the bloody dagger on the ground with the remaining cloth, put it in the cloth bag, and ran quickly to the entrance of the alley.

After tying up another murderer who had fainted on the ground, Zheng Jiajun ran wildly and ran to the police station two streets away to report the crime.

The police on duty learned that the robbed person was seriously injured, and quickly called the nearby People's Hospital to send an ambulance to the scene of the crime.

After putting down the phone, the police wanted to inquire about the reporter in detail, but found that the person had disappeared, and there was a small cloth bag on the desk.

He opened it and saw a blood-stained dagger lying inside. He immediately wrapped it carefully and locked it in the filing cabinet.

Zheng Jiajun ran back to the scene of the crime, checked the physical condition of the injured again, and hid in a dark corner waiting for the ambulance to arrive.

Seeing the ambulance pulling away the wounded and the police staying at the scene to deal with the two tied up robbers, he left quietly.

Zheng Jiajun found a secluded place to sit down, and checked the cloth bag by the dim moonlight.

Seeing that the bag was full of small denomination banknotes, he roughly counted through the cloth and found that there were more than 4000 yuan.

It's a big night, with so much money with you, it's strange that you won't be robbed.

Those two robbers might have been eyeing him a long time ago.

What the hell is he doing?

How can there be so much money?

4. Uncle Zhengtai...

Zheng Jiajun slept in a simple small hotel overnight. After the shop opened, he went to the barber shop for a haircut, and then went to the shop to buy himself a white Dacron shirt, a