early morning.
The white fog had just dissipated, but frost was still hanging on the branches on the roadside, and thin layers of ice were still forming in the puddles of water.
"Gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, we love you. Gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, you're smart. No one can be as clever as Little Smart. No one can be as brave as Little Smart. You're the most naughty, but you've never been better at swearing or fighting, Little Smart. Ah, ah, use your brain!"
Nan Wuwei, wearing a cotton coat and trousers and a big hat on his head, sat on the crossbar of a bicycle and hummed a song.
"Dad, did you see the five-pointed star on the wall?"
“Yes, there are a lot.”
"I get a five-pointed star every time the teacher gives it out."
"You are better than dad. When dad was a kid, he was in the Red Education Class. The teacher would only give dad a five-pointed star when everyone else had one."
"Dad, wasn't he a good boy before?"
Nan Yi squeezed the brakes, stopped the bike at the intersection, and put one foot on the ground. "Yes, Dad was very naughty at that time, and the teacher didn't like him."
"Hehe, Dad, I'm telling you in secret. Teacher Yao Lan likes me. She would secretly kiss me during nap time." Nan Wuwei said mysteriously while tilting his head back.
"Where should I kiss you?" Nan Yi asked with a smile.
"Here, and here." Nan Wuwei pointed to his forehead and cheek.
"Oh, no kiss?"
"No."
"That's not love, it's probably just because you didn't clear your nose."
"No, Teacher Yao Lan just likes me." Nan Wuwei said with a frown, "Dad, I'm so worried."
"Haha, what are you worried about?"
"I don't know who I should marry when I grow up. I like Nuan Nuan and I also like Teacher Yao Lan."
The red light turned green, and Nan Yi pulled his feet back from the ground. He waited until he passed the intersection before saying, "There's nothing to worry about. It's human nature to like beautiful people of the opposite sex. You like Nuan Nuan and Teacher Yao Lan now, and you will like others in the future. This kind of liking is different from the kind of liking that leads to marriage."
"Different? How is it different?"
"Dad can't explain this to you. You need to wait until you grow up to experience it yourself. Ten years from now, when you are fourteen years old and you are old enough to understand early love, you will experience a different kind of love."
"Ten years. That's a long time."
"Soon, time will be in a state of accelerated motion, and it will go faster and faster."
"How fast can it be?" Nan Wuwei asked naively, "Will it be ten years in the blink of an eye?"
"Yes, now you blink for a minute, dad blinks for an hour, your grandmother blinks for a day, and your great-grandmother blinks for a year."
“Does time go faster as you get older?”
"My Wuwei is very smart. He grasped the core of the problem immediately." Nan Yi praised him generously.
"Hehe." Nan Wuwei laughed, and suddenly pointed to the right and said, "Dad, look, that's our kindergarten's little girl's caravan."
Nan Yi looked over in the direction of the sound and saw a modified tricycle riding to his right rear side. It had a velvet roof and wooden boards on both sides. There was a steel-welded fence gate at the back of the vehicle, which was just high enough for a child to put his hands on it. There were seven or eight children standing in the vehicle's bed.
“Have you ever sat on one?”
"No."
"Want to sit?"
"I don't want to sit here if it's not comfortable and I have to pay for it."
"Haha, you know how to save money for dad. It's worth it that dad sold two cows to let you go to kindergarten."
"Dad is lying. My tuition only needs half a sheep."
"Tuition is only part of the cost. Your pencils, erasers, rulers, pencil cases, school bags, exercise books, drawing books, etc. all cost money, and then there's your pocket money... By the way, how much pocket money does your mother give you a day?"
"I've never given it to you." Nan Wuwei said with a pout.
"Your mother is so stingy. Dad will give it to you later."
"Yeah, thanks, Dad."
Nan Yi rode for a while and the bike arrived at the entrance of the kindergarten. He carried Nan Wuwei off the bike and reached into his pocket with his left hand. He took out a stack of folded money, opened it, and took out three bills from the innermost part and handed them to Nan Wuwei who was looking at him eagerly.
Disappointed. Looking at the money Nan Yi handed him, Nan Wuwei was extremely disappointed. "Dad, when can I find my biological parents?"
Nan Yi smiled evilly and said, "Too little?"
"I don't want the yellow one, I want the green one." Nan Wuwei pointed to the fifty-yuan bill in Nan Yi's hand.
"No green ones, either yellow or nothing, your choice."
After hearing what Nan Yi said, Nan Wuwei reluctantly took the three one-cent notes from Nan Yi's hand and said, "Dad, you are so stingy. Three cents can only buy two rubber bands."
Nan Yi scratched the top of Nan Wuwei's hat and said, "You have saved a lot of money, so Dad won't care how you spend it."
"I won't spend it. My grandmother said it's my wife's money, and I'll save it for marrying a wife in the future."
"Hahaha, okay, Dad will give you some more so that you can save enough money to get married as soon as possible." Nan Yi smiled and took out two fifty-cent bills and handed them to Nan Wuwei.
"Hehehe, thank you, Dad."
Nan Wuwei's face showed joy when he saw the large denomination banknotes.
"Go ahead, Teacher Yao Lan is watching you."
Nan Yichong nodded to a female teacher at the school gate, then walked over with Nan Wuwei in protection.
"Hello, Teacher Yao." Nan Wuwei walked to Yao Lan and called sweetly.
"Good morning, classmate Wuwei." Yao Lan replied, and then politely said to Nan Yi: "Dad Wuwei, are you sending Nan Wuwei to school today?"
"Yes, it's rare for me to be at home so I can take the kids there. Thank you very much, Teacher Yao. I'm sorry for taking care of you."
"No, no, Wuwei is a very well behaved student. It's not hard to take care of him."
"Haha, that's good. I'll have to trouble you, Teacher Yao, to take care of me in the future." Nan Yi said, and then lowered his head and said to Nan Wuwei: "Dad will pick you up in the afternoon."
"Well, bye, Dad."
Nan Yi then exchanged a few polite words with Yao Lan before walking back to his bicycle and pushing it for a while. He only changed from pushing to riding it when he left the kindergarten.
When they were far away from the kindergarten, Nan Yi stopped by the roadside, pushed his bicycle to the car behind him, stuffed the bicycle into the trunk, and sat in the back seat.
"Go to the office where Ikeda trainees are dispatched."
The school beauty drove the car and soon arrived at the Overseas Chinese Apartment on Yuqing Road, XH District.
The office where Ikeda's trainees were dispatched was crowded with people all day long, so it was not very convenient to set it up in an office building or a hotel. In addition, at that time, anything involving "foreign affairs" meant it was expensive. After comprehensive consideration, he bought a room in the Overseas Chinese Apartment and set up the office there.
This is the "overseas remittance house" built in the 1950s, but it is not only not outdated today, but even slightly ahead of its time. It is conceivable that a huge amount of money was spent on its construction.
The office does not receive clients in the house, but in an open space next to the apartment. There are so many clients coming every day that the house cannot accommodate them all, and it will disturb the residents here.
When Nan Yi arrived at the open space, a long dragon with no visible tail came into view. People were packed tightly together with not much space between them. As far as the eye could see, there were about six hundred people at a rough count.
Nan Yi looked at his watch and it was not yet eight o'clock. He glanced at the long queue again and could clearly see the fatigue and sleepiness on people's faces. The hundreds of people in the front of the line might have been queuing here all night.
"Call Tian Mai and ask him to come down."
The school beauty made a phone call and soon a man came over from the Overseas Chinese Apartment. This man was Tian Mai, the person in charge of the Shanghai Office for Ikeda Trainee Dispatch.
"Mr. Nan."
Tian Mai walked up to Nan Yi and shouted.
“So many people every day?”
“There are about this many people every day in the past two months.”
"No diversion?"
"It's no use. We've posted notices and made announcements. They all know we can only handle 500 people a day. Many people have received number plates and know when to come, but many still come every day, just in case someone doesn't come so they can cut in line.
Ikeda has such a good reputation that most people who want to work abroad will choose us, even though our fees are much higher than other agencies.”
“How do other agents charge?”
"The prices range from 10,000 to 16,000. The specific services provided are different, but the difference is not too big. The actual services are much worse than what they advertise."
"What is the current price of Japanese Yen in the Shanghai black market?"
"The highest rate was 550 to 10,000 yen. Mr. Nan, based on this exchange rate, our fees are equivalent to 99,000 yen. But they still prefer to choose us. You can imagine how satisfied they are with our service." Tian Mai flattered.
"Okay, you don't have to just pick the good ones. The interest rates of bank deposits are over 10% now. How many of these people can afford to pay more than 10,000 yuan? They still have to borrow money. If they borrow money from others for a year, they have to pay at least 10% interest, right?"
"Haha, almost, almost." Tian Mai laughed awkwardly.
“Other agencies don’t provide job search services, right?”
"I basically don't do it for free. I'm only responsible for getting people out. Even if I do, it's a very tiring job with low pay."
"That's fine. We are expensive, but when you get out, you just need to work hard and don't have to worry about anything else. 150,000 yen a month, can that be exchanged for 6,000 yuan in Shanghai?"
"Even if we exchange it to a foreign exchange dealer, we can get more than 7,000 now." Tian Mai replied.
"They are not stupid, they can calculate." Nan Yi looked at Tian Mai's face and said seriously: "After this wave of market, you can calculate how much bonus you can get. Don't be tempted by any pretty girl. I don't care if she takes the initiative to climb into your bed, but if..."
"No, no, Mr. Nan , even if you gave me two guts I wouldn't dare to do that." Tian Mai explained quickly without waiting for Nan Yi to finish his words.
"That's good. A man can be lustful, but he can't be vulgar. Have you prepared the resumes of highly educated clients?"
"The previous ones have been sorted out, but there are a lot of new ones every day. You can take the paper version with you at any time, but the electronic version still needs to be sorted out."
"It's okay. Send an electronic copy to my house after get off work today. I'll take a look first."
"OK."
"Go do your thing. I'll just take a look around here and leave in a moment."
After sending Tian Mai back to the apartment, Nan Yi walked to the front of the team and observed the team from a distance.
Ikeda's business is different from other agencies. Ikeda is a pure labor export. When you arrive at the destination, there will be jobs waiting there. You can start working and earning money after adapting for a day or two. There is no nonsense about it.
Other agencies are different. Since they cannot handle labor export, they can only get people out in the name of studying abroad. The highest level of service they provide is only the “three guarantees” – transportation, pick-up, and accommodation.
The agency is responsible for sending people abroad, and someone will come back to pick them up after they get off the plane. The agency also rents a shabby house for the international students to live in. Of course, all of this has to be paid extra, and there is also a price difference. The high rent means living in a shabby house.
Once they arrive abroad, before the novelty wears off, international students have to think about working to earn money. How can they not think about making money when they go abroad with a lot of debt?
However, there are time limits for working for international students. There are regulations on the maximum number of hours they can work in a month. In addition, international students also need to attend language schools. Not only do they have to pay a hefty tuition fee, but they also have to take attendance checks. If the attendance check fails to meet the requirements, they will not be able to renew their visas.
If you want to study, you naturally cannot do a full-time job, so you can only do odd jobs. But the reason why odd jobs are called odd jobs is that they are fragmented and have no long-term guarantees. You may be able to do them for a few days, a day, or maybe just an hour or two.
If you want to earn 300,000 yen per month by doing odd jobs in Tokyo, excluding the fact that jobs are not always easy to find, you will have to do at least four or five odd jobs a day to achieve this goal.
Four or five odd jobs means four or five different work locations, which means at least three or four hours a day have to be spent on the subway.
The going rate for an easier job as a dishwasher is 500 yen per hour for international students. Unless they really can't find a job, no one would choose to wash dishes. Instead, they would look for jobs that pay more per hour but are more tiring.
Looking at the long queue, Nan Yi thought silently, "There should be more people wearing masks and holding alarm clocks on the Tokyo subway."
I have four or five odd jobs and I am always busy like a top. Once I get on the subway, I fall into comfort and sleepiness immediately. It is common for me to miss my stop, so I have to carry an alarm clock with me.
"Number 2, Bai Jie; Number 2, Number 2, are you there?"
Two staff members sat down at a table and soon started calling out numbers.
"Yes, yes, I'm here."
In the long queue, a young girl shouted and walked towards the table.
"Show it to me."
"for you."
Bai Jie handed a piece of paper to the staff.
"What kind of job did you do before? Tell the truth and don't make up stories. When you get there, you will be assigned a position based on your strengths. If you are not competent for the position assigned to you, the second position you are assigned may not be as good. Think it over carefully before answering." The staff member said seriously after looking at the number plate.
"I...I..." Bai Jie said stutteringly.
The staff member said dissatisfiedly: "Be more straightforward, there are so many people waiting behind."
"I've only been working here for half a month. I'm a waiter in a guesthouse." After hesitating for a while, Bai Jie said clearly.
“Front desk or cleaning?”
"front desk."
The staff member wrote it down on a piece of paper, then looked up and looked at Bai Jie from head to toe, "Do you want to go to Japan or the United States?"
"Japan."
"Going to Japan is not about enjoying life, but about suffering. Are you mentally prepared?"
"I am mentally prepared."
"To be honest with you, I don't think highly of you, but I will submit your information. It depends on your luck whether they will reject you. Okay, you can leave now. The results will be out the day after tomorrow morning. Come over this afternoon to see the list."
Seeing that Bai Jie was pretty, the staff patiently explained to her. If it was a man, he would not have to explain so much.
Women, especially beautiful women, will receive a lot of care invisibly.
"Thank you, thank you."
Before Bai Jie came, she knew Ikeda's recruitment standards. She knew her chances were slim, but she still wanted to give it a try.
There was already someone in her alley who had gone to Tokyo to "study abroad". She had a good relationship with that person, and the letter he sent her did not only report good news but also bad news. Instead, he told her the real situation. After reading the letter, she did not dare to go out to "study abroad" at all.
At the beginning of this year, Japan experienced a labor shortage, and many new jobs suddenly appeared. Also this year, many Shanghainese who left the country early sent back news to their hometown people that "there is gold everywhere" abroad.
Coupled with this year's price breakthrough, on the one hand, one day's work is equivalent to 10 months' work in China, and on the other hand, high prices and monthly wages of 50 or 60 yuan have caused Shanghainese people to receive a wide range of information and have a fighting spirit to find ways to work abroad. This has led to the outbreak of a "working wave", and the intermediaries have also ushered in a golden period of making money.
Of course, the ones who made the most money were the Ikeda trainee dispatches.
Things are different now. Previously, most of the people exported by Ikeda were people with strength but no skills. These people had no chance to work in factories in their own country. When they arrived abroad, in order to arrange jobs for them, Ikeda's costs remained high, so naturally there was no question of much profit.
This wave from Shanghai is different. They are basically skilled workers in a certain industry. They can start working directly and have fewer things to worry about, so the cost is naturally lower. In addition, Ikeda can negotiate higher salaries with the companies and recover the cost faster.
"Bai Jie."
Nan Yi smiled knowingly and remembered the name and face. If this Bai Jie got out through Ikeda's channels, he would have to overhaul the Shanghai office. This Bai Jie obviously did not meet Ikeda's recruitment standards. She was weak and had no skills. No company would be willing to hire her as an employee.
If someone wanted her, it would definitely not be because of her ability, but because of the face given to her by her parents.
After standing there and watching for more than half an hour, Nan Yi left and went to a cafe on Sinan Road.
After finding a seat and ordering a cup of coffee, Nan Yi picked up the letter paper he bought on the way and wrote a letter to his pen pal Chen Lu. The last letter he received from Chen Lu was half a month ago, and he had not replied to her. He had to hurry up and write a letter to her.
He wrote two pieces of letter paper in a very eloquent manner, wrote the recipient's address and the old house's return address on the envelope, and put a stamp on it. Nan Yi put the envelope aside, holding his coffee and secretly glanced at the old man who was reading an English newspaper at the next table.
To be precise, he was looking at the English newspaper in old Kler's hand, the faded ink, the yellowed paper, and the headlines about the Sarajevo incident. This was a vintage newspaper.
Nan Yi retracted his gaze and glanced at the cafe. Near the bar, there were a wide variety of European-style furniture and small items. It suddenly dawned on him that this was actually a complex cafe that also sold antiques.
He stood up and walked to the bar, examining every item carefully. Not finding anything he liked, Nan Yi went up to the second floor along the wooden stairs beside the bar.
On the second floor, in the gap between the coffee tables, there is a display stand with many small items on display, mainly paper products.
Nan Yi walked to a pile of newspapers and casually flipped through them, and saw a "Shen Bao" with Fang Mengyin's photo on it. Judging from the background of the photo, it was taken in this cafe.
After reading the article again, I found out that this cafe used to be Fang Mengyin's property. It was a birthday gift her father gave her when she was ten years old.
Nan Yi was just worrying about what gift to give Fang Mengyin for her birthday next year. This was like someone sending a pillow to someone who was sleepy. Holding a newspaper, Nan Yi came to the bar on the first floor and said to the barista standing inside, "Is your boss here?"
“That’s the boss.”
The barista pointed at the old man who was reading the English newspaper.
"Excuse me, old sir." Nan Yi came to the old man and said politely.
Lao Kele put away the newspaper, looked at Nan Yi and said, "What's the matter?"
"What's your name?"
"Zheng Benz, you can call me Mr. Zheng. Please sit down and talk."
"Zheng Benz..."
When Nan Yi heard this name, he immediately thought of Zheng Pingchuan. Zheng Pingchuan's information showed that he had a younger brother named Zheng Benz, who went to Thailand in his early years.
The skin of Shanghainese and Lao Kele is dark with red, which is probably due to excessive exposure to ultraviolet rays, which is consistent with the characteristics of living in tropical or subtropical areas for a long time.
After Nan Yi sat down, he asked again, "Mr. Zheng, do you know Mr. Zheng Pingchuan?"
"You know my brother?" Zheng Benz asked in surprise.
"I've never met you, but I'm good friends with Mr. Zheng Pingchuan's granddaughter, Yang Kaiyan. My name is Nan Yi."
"Oh, Kaiyan's friend, that doesn't count as an outsider, what do you want from me?"
"Mr. Zheng, are you the boss here?"
"Yes, I used to come here often. I saw it was for sale at the beginning of this year, so I bought it." Zheng Benchi said, looking around, "It took me two months to restore it to its original appearance."
"This is troublesome." Nan Yi thought helplessly, "Looking at Zheng Benz's expression, he obviously has feelings for this place. It probably has his memories. This is difficult."
"Mr. Zheng knows the former boss here?"
"Haha, I know her, but she doesn't know me. The original owner of this place was the eldest daughter of the Fang family. Our Zheng family is just relatively well-off. We can't compare, we can't compare."
"Is it her?"
Nan Yi pointed to Meng Yin’s photo above the newspaper.
Zheng Benz glanced at the newspaper and said, "Yes , Miss Fang Mengyin. Mr. Xiaonan knows Miss Fang?"
"Mr. Zheng, I have a humble request. Could you please sell this cafe to me?"
Upon hearing Nan Yi's words, Zheng Benchi said unhappily: "Mr. Xiaonan, you are a bit unreasonable. This is where I have good memories. I don't intend to sell it."
"Mr. Zheng, my grandmother is the Miss Fang Mengyin you mentioned. In a few months, my grandmother will have her birthday. I plan to give this place to her as a gift. Please give it to her."
"You are Miss Fang's grandson, so your grandfather is the Southern Revolutionary?"
"Yes."
After hearing Nan Yi's answer, Zheng Benshi looked around the cafe again with reluctance, then turned around and looked at Nan Yi and said, "This is where I have beautiful memories, and even more so the memories of Miss Fang. If Miss Fang takes it back, I am willing to part with it with a painful price. Five hundred thousand dollars, this place is yours."
Nan Yi quickly weighed the price here in his mind. If it was a foreign price, five hundred thousand dollars should be no exaggeration.
"Thank you Mr. Zheng for your help. I owe you a favor."
"Let's transfer the ownership a few days later so that I can stay here a few more days." Zheng Benz said reluctantly.
"I'm staying at Fang Mansion now. Mr. Zheng, please call there when it's convenient. I won't bother you any more today. I'll take my leave now."
After settling the bill, Nan Yi left the cafe. When he walked out the door, he looked back at the sign on the door - Dream Time.
Fang Mengyin still looks strong, and there shouldn't be any problem for her to continue to be in charge of the Fang Group for another 20 years. But in reality, Nan Yi can't let her stay in the position of head of the Fang Group for so long.
The aging problem that Tata Group is currently facing will also be faced by Nan Group in the future. Nan Group needs to maintain its vitality, which means it needs to constantly replace fresh blood. The old people need to make room for the newcomers to rise.
Nan Yi plans to implement a system within the Nan family of retiring to the second line at the age of 60 and retiring completely at the age of 65. Compared with the positive effects of being stronger with age, being shrewd and having an old person in the family is like a treasure, Nan Yi is more worried that the old people who are still alive are thieves.
When people reach a certain age, they can no longer enjoy many beautiful things. The "immortals" will start to think about some mysterious or extremely abnormal things, or they will become strong without desires. For Nan, these are all unstable factors.
Starting from him, Nan Yi does not want to see the spirit of "refusing to accept old age" within the Nan family. When it is time to retire, he will retire cleanly. He does not want to see anyone dragging his feet.
Therefore, he has to start preparing for Fang Mengyin's retirement life now, running a cafe, appreciating the beautiful mountains and rivers of the motherland, focusing on charity, or having a twilight romance.
Passing by a mailbox, Nan Yi got out of the car and stuffed the letter into it.
…
On the third day in Shanghai, Nan Yi received a call from Zheng Benz. After the property was delivered, the business license was transferred, and the money and goods were paid, Nan Yi did not go to take over. The cafe continued to be run by Zheng Benz. What to do in the future would have to be decided by the future owner of the cafe.
The next day, Christmas Day, was also a weekend.
Late last night, Nan Yi called London and Paris, and early this morning called New York, to send Christmas Eve greetings to each of them.
In the morning, when Nan Yi came back from running outside, he saw Nan Wuwei lying on the ground doing the splits, holding a bowl of water in each hand and another bowl on his head. Yan Du was one meter away from him, pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back, muttering to himself.
When Nan Yi saw the splits, his hips ached slightly. Unlike Nan Wuwei who had his hips spread apart when he was young, his hips were forcibly spread apart in 1981. The pain almost made him feel good about himself and think that he could withstand any torture in the world.
After stopping to look for a while, Nan Yi went back to the house to wash up, then went to the study to find a book, and walked back to the garden.
Nan Wuwei had finished his work and was lying on a mat, howling like a ghost while enjoying the severe kneading.
Martial arts need to be practiced as well as maintained. Not only must diet and supplements be taken care of, but a set of massage techniques to relieve muscle soreness and pain are also essential.
Nan Yi walked to Nan Wuwei and was seen by him. Instantly, Nan Wuwei said pitifully: "Dad, it hurts."
"It's okay. You'll get used to the pain after a while." Nan Yi smirked and put the book in his hand next to Nan Wuwei's head. "Dad is giving you a gift. This is the secret book of our Nan family. With it, once you travel back to the Ming Dynasty, you will have the opportunity to compete for the Central Plains and become a king."
Nan Wuwei glanced at the book cover and immediately pouted: "Dad, you are lying again. It clearly says "Militia Training Manual" on it."
"Dad didn't lie to you. This book is different from the others. It's a masterpiece from Dad's collection. The book covers a wide range of knowledge points, from the most basic formation training, nuclear and radiation protection, infantry-tank coordination, and urban street fighting. It also covers a wide range of military skills, such as raising fish, shrimp, and turtles, growing crops, trees, and medicinal herbs, weaving cloth to make clothes, mechanical maintenance, and bioelectronic engineering.
When you reach the Ming Dynasty, you can definitely use it to raise a team. With a team, you can go and compete for supremacy. Take it, look carefully, and learn well, so that in the future your father can brag to others that my son is the emperor. "
"What if I didn't travel through time?"
"It's okay. You won't suffer any harm if you read more books. Go down and take a shower. Dad will take you out for breakfast. After breakfast, I'll take you to Jinjiang Amusement Park."
"Okay."
After breakfast, it took more than an hour to arrive at the entrance of Jinjiang Amusement Park. After Nan Yi got off the bus, he walked around the entrance but couldn't find the ticket window. After asking others, he learned that tickets for Jinjiang Amusement Park are hard to come by now and need to be booked more than a month in advance.
Only 2,000 tickets are available for purchase each day and will be sold out while stocks last. Due to booming business and to facilitate ticket purchases by tourists, Jinjiang Amusement Park has added two temporary ticket sales points on Xikang Road and Yuesheng Road to meet tourists' booking needs.
At the same time, in order to control the flow of people, group ticket reservations require a certificate from the unit, and the original document must be submitted to the designated location to book the entry time in advance.
When Nan Yi heard this, he was shocked. He had already boasted so much, and if he couldn't get in, he would lose face in front of his son.
I picked up the phone and called Chen Dan, asking her to help open a back door so that I could enter the park.
There were a lot of people, not only Shanghai locals but also tourists from other places. The ratio of adults to children was almost half and half. You had to queue up to play everything, and you could only play for three to five minutes each time, but you had to wait in line for more than ten to twenty minutes.
There are no restaurants in the park, only small shops selling snacks and water. At noon, people who are tired and hungry from playing will sit on the stone benches in the open space or rest area to eat the snacks they brought with them.
Apart from water, Nan Yi did not prepare anything else, so he could only take Nan Wuwei to a small shop to buy food.
Fortunately, the price was not too expensive, only 70% to 80% more expensive than the normal price outside, less than double. This caught Nan Yi off guard. You know, just a few minutes ago, he was ready to be slaughtered. The price didn't triple or quadruple. Doesn't it seem that he was overthinking?
Taking the bread that Nan Yi bought, Nan Wuwei wolfed it down.
"Eat slowly and don't choke."
"Dad, I want to eat faster. Now everyone is eating, there are fewer people in line, so I can play faster. I also want to play the flying chair, the monorail bicycle, the monorail tour bus, and the Ferris wheel."
"Okay, you can play whatever you want. We'll play until we close here."
"Yeah, Xiaopang has been here before. He always shows off the photos he took here, saying this is fun and that is fun. How childish! This place is not as fun as Disneyland at all." Nan Wuwei's tone of voice was sour. He must have envied Xiaopang before.
Nan Yi suddenly felt a little guilty. His son should have been kind enough to care about other people's self-esteem. How could he envy others? He should have everything that others have, unless he subjectively did not want to have it. Otherwise, his struggle would lose most of its meaning.
"I'm sorry, Dad should have brought you here earlier." Nan Yi stroked Nan Wuwei's head and said guiltily.
"Dad, I miss you often."
"I'm sorry, Daddy promised you that he would accompany you more often in the future, pick you up from school, and take you to play everywhere."
"Yeah, you're so nice, Dad."
Nan Wuwei grinned and gave Nan Yi a sweet smile. As his mouth opened and closed, bread crumbs sprayed out.
After returning from Jinjiang Amusement Park, Nan Yi stayed in his study and thought quietly . There was nothing wrong with the rationality and development potential of some of his arrangements, but they trapped him. He was too busy and lacked companionship with the people around him.
"I need to make some adjustments and spend more time with my children every year." Nan Yi thought silently while lying on his back in the chair.
Liu Zhen opened the door, walked to Nan Yi and said, "What are you thinking about? It's time to eat."
"I see you are so used to being a leader that you don't even know your last name. Do you have any manners? Don't you knock on the door before you come in?"
"Look, you don't even know your last name. This is my own home, why are you knocking on the door? Do you want to eat or not? If not, we'll eat first, and you'll just starve."
"Get out, get out. I would be blind to marry you."
As soon as Nan Yi said this, Liu Zhen's anger was aroused, "Mr. Nan, you want to quarrel on purpose, right?"
"Yes, I just want to quarrel. I want to ask you, why don't you take Wuwei to Jinjiang Amusement Park? Don't you know that all the children in Shanghai want to go there to play?"
"So what if I know? You've taken him to so many children's parks, and this one won't make a difference."
Liu Zhen felt that Nan Yi was nonsensical. He was either not seen or overly doting on the children when he appeared. She really hoped that Nan Yi would treat Nan Wuwei the same way he treated Nan Ruoyin.