Chapter 999: Cannot be pursued
Gu Jie quickly found out about Wang Jianjun's situation.
Wang Jianjun has been out for more than a year. He was released at the end of 1994. Excluding the reduction of sentence, he spent a full sixteen years in prison.
In sixteen years, a baby has almost grown up . Most of Wang Jianjun's youth was spent in prison. When he came out, he was already a middle-aged man in his forties.
During so many years in there, he was basically isolated from all information from the outside world. However, these sixteen years were the fastest years of reform and opening up. When Wang Jianjun returned to Shanghai, everything had become different from what he remembered.
All of his brothers and sisters have started their own families. The eldest child is married and has a third generation of children, and the younger ones are about to graduate from school and enter society.
The area where Wang Jianjun originally lived was demolished the year before last, and Wang Jianjun's family was allocated a new residence, which is not in the original area, but moved outside the inner ring road. Although it was changed from a cramped duplex to a comfortable building, Wang Jianjun did not enjoy the relocation resettlement due to special reasons at the time of the demolition, so there was no place for him to settle down in the new residence.
The brothers and sisters now live separately, and their children have grown up. Wang Jianjun made a big fuss when he was in trouble, and his family didn't treat him well. Although his parents were still alive, the living conditions were tight when they lived with his eldest brother, so Wang Jianjun had no home after returning to Shanghai.
Thanks to the coordination between the street and police station where Wang Jianjun was registered, a temporary place for him to live was found. Later, they helped Wang Jianjun find a job, so that Wang Jianjun could settle down.
Wang Jianjun now works in a store under the Zilaihuo Street Fruit Group in the north of the Ferry Bridge. His specific job is to help the store transport goods on a tricycle during the day and look after the warehouse at night. He lives in a small bungalow at the door of the store warehouse. The room is very small, less than seven square meters, and can barely fit a bed, two stacked wooden boxes, a folding chair and a folding table.
Moreover, his job was not a formal one, but a temporary one without a formal system. To put it bluntly, he was no different from migrant workers who moved from rural areas to cities. In addition, although the work was hard, the salary was not very good. The freight was calculated by volume, and on average, he could earn about 120 to 150 yuan a month.
As for guarding the warehouse at night, it is 80 yuan a month. By this calculation, Wang Jianjun can earn about 200 yuan a month.
More than 200 yuan would have been considered a good income a few years ago, but now it is not much. With the development of the economy, the average salary in Shanghai has long exceeded this number. For example, the salary of ordinary employees of Shenghua in Shanghai is close to 800-900 yuan, and the monthly income of cadres has exceeded 1,200 yuan.
However, this amount of money is enough for Wang Jianjun to live on. Although he lives in a small bungalow in the store, it is free for him. In addition, the water and electricity in the store are also free, which saves Wang Jianjun the usual expenses in this regard.
As for eating, it is definitely impossible to cook in the warehouse, but we can go to the nearby residents to share a meal. Although the expenses are higher than cooking on our own, it is barely acceptable.
On weekdays, in between deliveries, Wang Jianjun would find ways to do odd jobs to earn some extra money. Although the money was not much, it was a subsidy. So he settled down in this way, and his life gradually got on track.
"Old Wang! Send 50 pieces of goods to this place immediately!" Wang Jianjun, who had just delivered the goods, was drinking water from a cup when another delivery note was thrown in front of him.
Wang Jianjun took it, took a look at it, nodded, and said he would go right away. Then he packed up and went down to the warehouse quickly, picked up the goods with the list, then moved the goods one by one onto the tricycle and loaded them, and finally tied the goods up with ropes.
After finishing all this, Wang Jianjun hung the license plate of the tricycle around his neck. All tricycles in Shanghai need a license plate, and it is very difficult to get one. If a tricycle without a license plate is caught on the road by the traffic police, it is no small matter. At the very least, the tricycle will be fined, and at worst, the vehicle will be directly confiscated.
In addition, new license plates for tricycles are no longer issued, and there will be fewer and fewer license plates in the future. However, if freight trucks are used to deliver goods in urban areas, the cost is too high. Moreover, the roads in many parts of the city are narrow, and cars are not convenient. Instead, tricycles are the most suitable.
Because of the license plate, many people have stolen tricycle license plates in the past two years, so now tricycle license plates are usually not directly installed on the vehicle, lest the license plate be pried away in a blink of an eye. So there are many people like Wang Jianjun who hang the license plate directly around their necks.
Pushing the tricycle out of the warehouse, Wang Jianjun got on it and pedaled hard, gradually going away. The tricycle was full of goods, which were not light. Wang Jianjun was no longer young, and was no longer the young man in his early twenties.
The distance from the store to the delivery place is not very close, and it takes 35 minutes to ride a tricycle. When you arrive at the place, you need to find someone to inspect the goods, help unload the goods, and then get the other party to sign before you can leave. Wang Jianjun has been doing this kind of work for more than half a year, and he has gone from being uncomfortable at first to being familiar with it now.
"Okay, Master Wang, here's the order. Thank you!" The other party was an old customer. After inspecting the goods, he signed the receipt very readily. After signing, he handed the receipt to Wang Jianjun and handed him a cigarette with a smile.
Wang Jianjun bowed and thanked him, took the cigarette with both hands but did not light it, instead he put it between his ears.
After so many years in prison, Wang Jianjun had quit smoking a long time ago, but after coming back and doing this job, he consumed a lot of physical energy every day. In order to relieve fatigue, Wang Jianjun slowly started smoking again. However, the cigarettes he smokes now are the most common and cheapest ones. When he delivers goods, people will also hand him one or two good cigarettes. Wang Jianjun usually rarely smokes this kind of good cigarettes. He often keeps these cigarettes and gives them to the leaders and colleagues in the store when he returns. This can be regarded as Wang Jianjun's way of currying favor.
Life is difficult and helpless.
If it was the old Wang Jianjun, he would never do this, but the current Wang Jianjun is no longer the old Wang Jianjun. Seventeen years have consumed Wang Jianjun's youth and worn away his edges. Now in everyone's eyes, he is just that honest and taciturn old man.
After saying goodbye to the other party, Wang Jianjun got on his bike and rode back. After walking for a while, he stopped and leaned aside. He took out the bottle of water from his bag, unscrewed it and took a sip. Then he took out his own cigarette, took out a cigarette and lit it.
He took a deep puff, and the taste of the cigarette was not very good, which made his throat a little irritated, but Wang Jianjun felt that this kind of cigarette was more suitable for him. Of course, it was not that he had never smoked good cigarettes before. When he was doing business with Song Chaoyuan and others, Wang Jianjun made a lot of money. At that time, he was full of vigor and vitality and had good cigarettes in his pocket. Unfortunately, it was all in the past, and the memories of the past had gradually blurred in his mind.
A Santana sped past him, and Wang Jianjun looked at the car with some envy.
I don't know what he was thinking about. Maybe he was reminiscing about the past? Or was he reminiscing about the past? After a long time, the cigarette burned to its butt. Wang Jianjun threw away the cigarette butt, took a deep breath, and continued to ride his bike back.
When we got back to the store, it was already lunch time.
Wang Jianjun handed in the receipt, locked the tricycle and went to the small bungalow where he lived. He found a notebook from the cabinet beside the bed, opened it and wrote down the delivery information in the place where the date was recorded.
This notebook is what Wang Jianjun uses to record these things. He has to write them down carefully every day because these records will be reconciled with the store’s finance department at the end of the month, which is related to his income from delivery.
After writing down the notes, Wang Jianjun closed the notebook and put it back in the cabinet, then took a lunch box from the side. The lunch box contained cooked rice and vegetables, which Wang Jianjun prepared early in the morning. Every morning before the store opened, he would prepare lunch in advance, and if it was hot, he would temporarily put it in the store's refrigerator.
Now that the weather is neither too hot nor too cold, there is no need for this. Wang Jianjun took the lunch box, opened it, and started eating on the folding table in the hut.
After a while, Wang Jianjun got up and went outside to wash the lunch box at the tap at the corner. After washing, he took the lunch box into the house and put it on the table without covering it, because he would use it in the evening.
"Lao Wang! Lao Wang!"
"Here I come!" Just after the music was over, there was a shout from outside. Wang Jianjun quickly responded and went out: "Master Mei, what do you want to talk to me about?"
The one who called Wang Jianjun was Master Mei in the store, who was also Wang Jianjun's "immediate boss". Master Mei was about the same age as Wang Jianjun, but looked much younger than Wang Jianjun.
"The manager is looking for you, please go to the manager's office." Master Mei patted Wang Jianjun on the shoulder.
"The manager wants to see me? Master Mei, what does the manager want to see me about?" Wang Jianjun's heart tightened. Although he had worked in the store for more than half a year, he had only had very few interactions with the manager. Except for the first time he was introduced to the store by the street, he met and chatted with the manager for a few words. It was before the Chinese New Year holiday when the manager specifically came to Wang Jianjun to explain the precautions for Wang Jianjun to stay and look after the store during the Spring Festival holiday.
In addition, although I can see the manager every day, there is not much communication between the two sides. At most, we just greet each other and say hello when we meet.
But today, the manager suddenly wanted to see him, which made Wang Jianjun a little nervous. After all, he was not a formal employee of the store, but a temporary worker without a regular position. Why did the manager suddenly look for him during the holidays? Thinking of this, Wang Jianjun quickly took out a cigarette box from his other pocket. This cigarette box was filled with good cigarettes that people gave him when he delivered goods on weekdays. He poured out a cigarette and quickly handed it to Master Mei, while asking.
"I don't know about this either. The manager just mentioned it, but I don't think the manager seems to be in trouble, and I haven't heard of any adjustments in the store recently. Lao Wang, it's okay, just go over there, don't worry." Master Mei understood what Wang Jianjun was thinking, he was just worried about this job. So he comforted Wang Jianjun and told him to go to the manager first.
Wang Jianjun nodded. He also knew that whether he showed his head or not, he would be stabbed. What was coming would eventually come. Since the manager was looking for him, there was nothing wrong with hiding. He would know when he got there anyway. He hoped that it was not a bad thing.
