Transmigrated to Twenty Years Ago and Adopted Myself

and my family is poor.
It is not convenient for me to take out a loan and start a business.”

“If you really plan to expand your business here in the future, it is estimated that you can make some money.”

Representative Liu laughed, “That would be opportune.”

In the past two years, Sufeng’s top boss had only moved to reorganize the power.
They merged a lot of franchisees, and postured to put all the ownership of the site back into their own hands.

“If you had just started out two or three years ago, you would definitely have to pay for it yourself if you choose to open your own shop.” The representative handed Jiang Wang a Furong Wang[2].
“But now the boss is determined to do big things, he wants to let those who mix oil and water rub against the transportation line and get the f*ck out of here.”

Jiang Wang sighed half-truthfully: “It’s a pity, I still want to contract a few more families to become the local mountain kings.”

The two of them laughed, and said goodbye after dinner that night.

When he returned home after eating and drinking, the child was laid down beside the lamp doing his homework.

Jiang Wang nudged him slightly with his elbow, “What did you have for dinner?”

“I bought a bowl of green vegetable porridge to eat,” Peng Xingwang said expectantly, “Big brother… that… Can I buy two ballpoint pens?”

Jiang Wang took a look at him, “Have you emptied the ink of your current ballpoint pen?”

“No,” the child laid back, his face muffled in his arms, embarrassed, “The teacher made the painting homework colored for the painting class.”

Jiang Wang remembered.

He did do this kind of thing when he was a kid.

Going back, art class was the most embarrassing time for him.
The teacher wasn’t a very talkative person.
He could only borrow watercolor pens from classmates.

Originally, his popularity was already not so good, and all the people he borrowed from should’ve become annoyed after two or three weeks of lending.

The child probably thought that this kind of expenditure was unnecessary, and so he didn’t have the courage to say it.

“Go,” he put the door key back in his pocket, “Go downstairs and buy it.”

The commissary was only five minutes  away.
The boss had demolished half of the living room of the house to make it into a storefront.
At this moment, he was watching TV with a fan in his hand, “If you want to buy something hurry up, I will be closing the door after this episode.”

Peng Xingwang stepped up to the ballpoint pens displayed, but Jiang Wang grabbed him by the hat turning it 120 degrees, “Go over there and seriously choose your watercolor pens.”

Peng Xingwang let out a sigh of relief, and held out a board of seven-color watercolor pens after a while, “Is this okay?”

Then he touched his head, pretending to be old-fashioned, “This one is too expensive and not worth it.
It’s enough for me to paint a few strokes with a red ballpoint pen.”

Jiang Wang put the watercolor pens back, “Boss, how many colors do you have available in this watercolor pen brand?”

The boss reluctantly stood up, his eyes still looking at the TV as he turned the box of twenty-four colors to him, “This?”

Jiang Wang waved his hand, “I said I want more.”

Peng Xingwang panicked a little bit, “Enough, Big brother, really!”

The boss vaguely felt the challenge and doubt, he patted his calf, and pulled something from deep within the stationery pile, out came a box containing 48 colors.

Before Jiang Wang could speak, he took another large box containing 128 colors from a pile behind his feet.
He raised his eyebrows and exhaled[3] as if he had hit the jackpot.
“Is this enough? Which one do you want to buy?”

Jiang Wang stuffed the 128 colors in the child’s arms, “How much, I’ll give you the money.”

The boss didn’t expect them to be so satisfied with this.
He took the money and passed it through the money detector, and even gave a free box of plasticine when he was done.

“This is enough to spoil the child, be careful of spoiling him too much.”

Peng Xingwang was a little angry holding the watercolor box, “I won’t turn bad!”

After speaking, he looked up at Jiang Wang again, “Big brother, I won’t turn into a bad boy!”

Jiang Wang looked at the other who had a righteous posture as if he was going to directly join the army, and thanked himself for taking the correct child home.

He pondered while walking back.

‘It’s me, I still look like me.’

Today, the child didn’t sing loudly while holding onto the super luxurious watercolor pen set, instead he walked sullenly for a long time.

Walking into the dark corridor, he hugged the large box of watercolor pens in one hand and held Jiang Wang’s hand tightly in the other.

“Big Brother,” Peng Xingwang said softly, “I like you very much.”

Jiang Wang had been confessed to by his own self, and he didn’t know how to reply to this, so he could only let out a sigh.

“It’s not that I like you because you spend money on me,” the child said halfway, not knowing how to explain himself.
After a while, he said, “I like you, because you take care of me, and care about me.”

Jiang Wang felt that the child was holding him extra hard today, and half-jokingly said, “Are you afraid that I will run away?”

Peng Xingwang nodded and shook his head.
After waiting for the door to open, he made a decision on his own, “Forget it, I will exercise more after eating.”

Jiang Wang, “…?”

‘What was this all about?’

While taking a bath, the man reflected on whether he had inappropriately communicated with the child and caused any misunderstandings.
As he rubbed to dry his hair, he saw Peng Xingwang staring at the blank paper in front of him in a daze.

“Why aren’t you drawing?”

“The topic is the work of our parents,” the child looked back at him, “The teacher said that it is also okay to paint elder brothers and sisters.
Big brother, what do you do?”

Jiang Wang thought that he couldn’t let the child draw a real estate transaction, so he pondered for a few seconds and said, “I’ll teach you.”

“Huh?” The child was a little surprised, “What are you drawing?”

“Do you want to draw a bayonet or a Type 79 submachine gun?” The man was also thinking about this question, “Forget it, let’s start with a Type 88 light machine gun.
It has low recoil, and is a belt fed machine gun with a quick-detachable barrel.
Let’s start with drawing the optical sight.”

The next day, the child handed in a stack of machine gun drawings.

The art teacher clutched her heart and marked an A on the papers.

Peng Xingwang was worried that the teacher would call the police and let his brother be shot for ten years.
He ran over to the podium and said, “Teacher, my homework—”

“It looks good,” the teacher nodded vigorously, “It looks very good!”

TL NOTE:

Teacher don’t be scared hehehe ԅ(≖◡≖ԅ)

References

References

↑1

社畜; borrowed from the Japanese word shachiku. In other words a wage slave which usually refers to an overworked and exploited employee.

↑2

brand of cigarettes

↑3

扬眉吐气; Described as feeling proud and elated from getting rid of something stressful.