Volume 8 Final Chapter Chapter 1235 2018
December 20, 2018.
As Liu Jun signed his name in the signature column of the transfer contract, it meant that the company he had founded after more than ten years of hard work had fallen into the hands of someone else, but at the same time he also had an income of nearly 300 million yuan. With this addition, his cash balance barely reached nine zeros.
Liu Jun, a person with no education, no skills and no connections, who graduated from high school but did not get a diploma, worked hard step by step, and after nearly twenty years of hard work, he finally achieved today's results.
In the process of his climbing up from the bottom, it was often accompanied by blood and tears. He kept discarding his fantasies and useless things, especially feelings. He lost a lot and gained a lot. Now he is approaching forty years old, with assets and cash approaching 3 billion, and he can be regarded as a successful person.
Now, he plans to change his way of life.
After walking out of the signing conference room, Liu Jun went down to the garage, got into his car, picked up the phone and dialed.
"Xiao Yi, I'm going to go on an overseas inspection. Do you want to come with me?"
"Oh, Jun, what a coincidence! I just got a new role."
"Half a month, I'll give you two million. You have three seconds to think about it. 3, 2..."
"Hey, Jun, why are you like this? Just go, when are you leaving?"
"We'll leave tomorrow afternoon. Come to my house tonight. I've just made a new dog collar for you. You can try it out to see if it fits you."
"Hate it, I won't talk to you anymore."
"Hahaha……"
Liu Jun laughed a few times, hung up the phone, started the car and drove away.
As soon as his car left, a man in a car in the parking lot took out his cell phone and sent a message: VIP DONE.
After a while, the reply message arrived: vacation for half a year.
"Huh..." He exhaled a relieved breath and muttered to himself, "After twelve years, this crappy mission is finally over. Liu Jun, who are you? Why are the higher-ups willing to spend so much money to keep an eye on you?"
Beijing, old house.
Nan Yi took out his phone, clicked on the latest information, and saw a string of numbers "1977". He smiled knowingly, "Silly boy, are you happy to be a billionaire? Enjoy the little time left in this space and time."
More than a month ago, Nan Ruoyin told him that the prehistoric civilization under Rachel's Space Journey Laboratory found an underground building suspected to be that of aliens or prehistoric civilization deep in the Amazon jungle, and found a triangular ring inside with eyes of different sizes carved on it. The purpose of the triangular ring is not yet clear.
Nan Ruoyin didn’t know, but he knew it very well.
All he could say was that there was a providence in the universe, and that seemingly unrelated things actually had cause and effect. He had no idea how he came to this world , he only remembered losing consciousness for a long time, and when he woke up, he only saw a triangular ring and countless eyes, big and small. Then, he lost consciousness again, and when he woke up again, he was already on the streets of Beijing in 1976.
Now, things are a little clearer. He should be the one sent by Nan Ruoyin, but he still doesn't know why it was him?
Nan Yi felt a sense of urgency. He suspected that his life was about to end. Maybe not with death, maybe... it might be something he couldn't imagine, maybe nothing would change, maybe anything was possible.
Nan Yi was lost in thought when Liu Zhen's sharp voice rang out, "Nan, what are you grinning about? Hurry up and leave. Your grandson is about to finish school."
"What the hell are you crying about? Everything was fine . You've only been retired for half a year and you've already made everything so chaotic. What are you doing back here? You'd be better off staying in Guangdong Province."
"I'm telling you, don't be angry with me. I'm retired now and have nothing to do. I have plenty of time to play with you."
"Okay, you're awesome, I admit defeat, bring the kettle with you."
After a commotion, Nan Yi and Liu Zhen came out of the living room and into the yard. They put on their helmets, and each of them pushed an electric bike out of the yard and headed towards Nan Zehang's school.
Low-key, low-key again. Liu Zhen retired, but Nan Wuwei reached the threshold of 23 cents to 24 cents. He needed a doctorate degree, three first-class medals, several second-class and third-class medals, and military merits, which were top secret. Nan Yi had no idea what merits they were, and as for qualifications, he had served for almost 25 years. He could not only drive a ship, but also a helicopter. In theory, there should be no problem.
But no matter what, we still have to try to be careful. The brat is about to achieve his goal of becoming an aircraft carrier captain, and we can't hold him back. The Nan family from top to bottom are all looking forward to it, especially Grandma Fang Mengyin, who pins all the regrets of Grandpa Nan Revolution stopping at just two or three cents on her great-grandson.
In the traffic, Nan Yi rode a black bike and Liu Zhen rode a white bike. The black and white duo, fully armed, moved forward little by little. It was the peak time for children to get out of school. There were many old men and women like them who were rushing to pick up their children. They also met a few familiar old women on the road. Liu Zhen stood in a row with them. The old women chatted happily.
The people following behind them were unhappy because they were riding so slowly and blocking the road. If they hadn't seen that they were a group of old ladies and there was a high probability that one of them was difficult, they would have started cursing.
Don't try to push her into the group of respecting the elderly and loving the young. She's just scary. Old lady, if anyone dares to act tough, just lie on the ground and howl a few times, and he'll be in trouble.
After finally arriving at the school gate, Nan Yi didn't dare to take off the scarf he used to block the wind from his face. There was nothing he could do. Who made him look so young? He was in his fifties and if he dressed up a little, no one would doubt that he was twenty-eight or twenty-nine. As for women, they become shameless after they turn thirty-five. He had encountered more than one old lady rushing up to him and asking if his partner was still alive.
If he dared to answer that he was no longer there, he would probably be beaten with a stick and taken to the Civil Affairs Bureau to be forced to register.
Not only old ladies, but mothers also covet his body. Whenever there is a parent-teacher meeting, there are always mothers saving a seat for him. There is an oval center, and young women are sitting around him, ranging from 27 to 37 or 38 years old. Their eyes are like 502 glue, sticking to his waist and unable to be shaken off.
After a while, the children filed out of the school gate. As usual, Nan Yi didn't need to scan with high precision. Just a glance and he saw a female teacher in her forties. The person next to her must be Nan Zehang.
The female teacher's surname is Zhong, and she is the flight director of Nan Ze. She is not greedy for Nan Yi's body, but she is more enthusiastic than others who are greedy for body, because her daughter is in the third year of high school this year, and her grades are mediocre. It will be difficult for her to enter Peking University without exceptional performance.
"Professor Nan."
"Teacher Zhong."
"The results of yesterday's math test came out, and Nan Zehang got full marks again. This test was different from the previous ones. The last question was about the Olympic competition, and only two people in the class could answer it. I want to discuss with you about Nan Zehang joining the Olympic interest group."
Teacher Zhong is very earnest and his motivation to show goodwill is very obvious.
"Teacher Zhong, Zehang is only in the first grade. I don't want him to be too tired from studying . Forget about the interest group. Let's wait until he is in the third or fourth grade. This child has recently become obsessed with practicing the guqin. I heard that your child has been practicing the guzheng since he was young. How about our two families find a place to play for a day this weekend and give Zehang a chance to learn from his sister."
Teacher Zhong was delighted when she heard this, "Okay, my husband happens to be free this week."
In fact, her husband's company was very busy and he had told her in advance that he would have to work overtime on the weekend, but that was not a big deal. For the sake of his daughter's future, what was wrong with skipping work?
"Then let's put it this way. I'll call Teacher Zhong on Saturday night and we'll confirm it then."
"Okay." Teacher Zhong responded quickly.
After the greetings, Nan Yi carried Nan Zehang onto the electric bike and was about to leave when he turned around and saw Liu Zhen and the group of old ladies still chatting, probably about square dancing. One old lady was pointing at the screen with a mobile phone in her hand while the other two were staring at the screen and twisting their waists and dancing from time to time.
"Zehang, you dance with your grandma tomorrow, and grandpa can take a day off."
Nan Zehang, who was sitting in the back seat and holding Nan Yi's waist, leaned forward and said with lingering fear: "Grandpa, grandma is too heavy, I can't swing her. Will I get sick tomorrow?"
"You've been sick so many times, your grandma won't believe it."
Nan Zehang's face immediately turned bitter, "Ah, when will this day end?"
"Just bear with it. It took your father ten years to get through it."
Nan Zehang's eyes lit up, "Grandpa, please help me sign up for next year's abacus competition."
"Haha, I don't have the final say. Go discuss it with your parents."
"Grandpa, don't fool the kid. My dad listens to you. If you tell him to pee, he won't dare to... Ouch, it hurts, Grandpa, let go."
"You little bastard, be more polite when you speak. If you have time to talk nonsense like peeing and diarrhea, you might as well think about how to buy some snacks on the way. Your Grandpa Mei is on vacation, so your grandma will be cooking for the next month."
"Ah?" Nan Zehang's eyes rolled around, "Grandpa, do you know how to say cheesy love words?"
"Are you happy just for a bit?"
"Grandpa, you are such a nitpicker. Grandma is so nice, but you still say bad things about her behind her back. I think grandma is the best grandma in the world. I must have been a lucky carp in my previous life..."
"Stop flattering me." Liu Zhen, who had already arrived in front of the electric bike, interrupted cheerfully, then used her face-changing skills and said to Nan Yi with a cold face, "Mr. Nan, what bad things did you say about me?"
Nan Yi said disdainfully: "You believe it too, can you leave now?"
"Let's go. Zehang, do you want grandma to take you?"
"No, let grandpa do all the hard work."
"Zehang is really smart. He knows how to feel sorry for grandma."
Without waiting for the grandson and granddaughter to express their affection, Nan Yi turned the accelerator and rode away. After riding for a while, he said to Nan Zehang viciously: "You are trying to be clever and use me as a trap. Do you believe that grandpa is going on a business trip for half a month?"
Hearing this, Nan Zehang immediately leaned his head on Nan Yi's back and said, "No, I love Grandpa the most. I won't be able to eat or drink when you're not around."
"Fence-sitter." Nan Yi scolded with a smile.
"Just follow the wind, wherever there is benefit, go wherever it is." Nan Zehang added, and suddenly shouted: "Grandpa, did you hear that? One long and two short, it's Duan You, respond."
"Why are you replying? There's no speaker."
“What a broken car.” Nan Zehang spat, covered his mouth with both hands, and replied with a meat speaker: “Beep…beep…beep.”
Following his response, a head popped out of a car and shouted at Nan Yi: "The pagoda suppresses the river monster."
"I'm the best at telling jokes."
"Haha, it's you, little friend. Want to find a place to have a drink?"
"Pour a glass of table wine."
"Who else but me, hahaha." The driver laughed and stepped on the accelerator to catch the green light that was about to turn yellow.
Nan Yi stepped on the brakes and stopped at the red light. He turned his head and said to Nan Zehang, "You are going to make a scene about a cell phone. You know everything about it, right?"
"Grandpa, let's not be impatient and be more calm."
"You're using a lot of internet slang. What's up? Do you want to be an internet celebrity?"
