Reborn 92's Business Tycoon

Chapter 311: Picking up people

After rebirth, there are some occasions where it is easy to mix up the present and the future, such as at the table in one's home.

Feng Yiping's drinking capacity was definitely more than three beers, but that was later, or rather, his mental drinking capacity was more than three beers, but this body has not yet adapted. He was a little confused last night and was open to all comers when it came to toasting.

His mind had been clear and his speech had flowed smoothly, but he didn't know what was going on. Was his hearing half a beat slower or was his mind half a beat slower? He was like a bystander or outsider, able to hear very clearly what he had said, and he felt that it was wrong.

Seeing Xiao Zhijie and Wang Changning next to him, both of them looking drunk, he was prepared to take them home. But when he tried to stand up, he realised that his legs and feet were not responding, as limp as cotton.

In the morning, he was woken up by the grunting of a pig outside the house. The pig was probably very hungry and grunted non-stop early in the morning.

He and Wang Changning slept in the bed, while Xiao Zhijie, the little fat boy, slept on the cool bed.

Young is good, and when he woke up in the morning, there were no aftereffects of a hangover, except that he couldn't quite remember how he got home last night.

Feng Yiping listened with his ear, and heard his parents talking in the kitchen in a low voice. Breakfast should have been ready a long time ago, 'Hey, get up, you'll be late for morning study!' He shouted a few words.

This sentence is still very powerful. The two guys, who were sleeping soundly, immediately got up, squinting to find something to wear. Xiao Zhijie reached out and felt an empty space, almost falling off the bed. He was suddenly scared awake.

He had no desire to argue with Feng Yiping at the moment, so he flopped back down, 'Don't make a noise, I want to sleep some more.'

'Still sleeping? The sun's already up,' Wang Changning laughed at him as he got dressed, and indeed the sun was shining in through the window.

'It shines where it shines,' Xiao Zhijie muttered, covering his head with the quilt.

'Let's go then, we'll pick up Yu Lian, not go to the middle school to find Zhang Qiuling.'

That worked better than anything else, and Xiao Zhijie immediately got up, 'Wait for me!'

The breakfast was very hearty, with congee and vermicelli, pickled vegetable buns, noodles, and lasagne. To prepare all this, my parents must have got up early. But seeing the three of them eating with relish, Feng Zhenchang and Mei Qiuping were very satisfied.

'Don't you want to leave after lunch?' Feng Zhenchang sipped his congee slowly, the pickled cowpeas crunching in his mouth.

'No, we want to get to the city this afternoon, prepare some things tomorrow, and leave the day after tomorrow.' There wasn't as much time as they had thought for this planned trip. It was already the end of the month, and there would be a maximum of 20 days before they had to report for duty on the 20th of next month.

'Drive carefully on the road, it's fine to go slowly, don't rush through the night, carry less cash in your wallet, don't go to places with few people, stay in a better hotel, don't drink when eating out, and make sure your phone is always connected...'

Feng Zhenchang and Mei Qiuping, one after the other, gave a long list of instructions.

'I know, Dad. We're three strong young men, and as long as we don't provoke anyone, who will want to get to us?'

'I'm afraid that's exactly what you're thinking. When you're away from home, the local people are always the most dangerous. You three just keep your heads down. If anything happens, don't act impulsively. Remember to call the police first, and then contact us immediately. Got it?'

'Remember!' It is estimated that similar reminders will not decrease until they have children of their own.

They did not go to Liangjiahe Middle School first. They did not even take a bath last night, and they smelled of alcohol and sweat. They went to the river branch in the middle school where they often bathed in the summer. They reminisced about the good old days. After changing clothes, they left Xiao Zhijie by the river and Feng Yiping and Wang Changning went to pick up Zhang Qiuling.

At the school, apart from an extra teaching building, nothing else had changed. The elegant principal's courtyard, as I remembered it, had now become shabby. The iron gate was rusty, and the cement plaster on the courtyard wall was peeling off in patches, showing the signs of age.

However, the courtyard was well-maintained, with not a single weed in sight. The flowers and trees in the flower beds were neatly tended, although the paint on the windows had peeled off.

The former principal has been transferred to the town hall, Zhang Qiuling's father, the current principal Zhang, is waiting under the porch with a smile, 'Come in!'

Zhang Qiuling and her mother bring them each a piece of chilled watermelon, "Wow, the top student is visiting, it really makes my humble home shine!" Zhang Qiuling is still rude.

'Principal Zhang, let me give you some advice. Having Qiuling teach English is really a waste of her talent in Chinese. You should consider letting her teach Chinese, and maybe she'll bring out a whole bunch of Mark Twain-like students.' Feng Yiping had to joke in front of her parents, as he didn't want to argue with her.

'She's always had a big mouth. Sit down, I'll go prepare lunch. We'll have a quick meal at home.'

'No need, Mrs Zhang, we still have to pick up some classmates, so we're in a hurry today.'

Zhang Qiuling was worried that someone was waiting outside and getting hungry, so she joined Feng Yiping's side, saying, 'That's right, Mum, we've all arranged to go to Yu Lian's house for lunch.'

'Give her a call and tell her to eat at our place. I heard that when you get back, after class, a few teachers are coming over,' said Principal Zhang.

Zhang Qiuling had to pout and go make the call. Zhang led them to his office and opened a large folder. 'The school is preparing to make a file on you outstanding graduates, mainly to give your juniors an incentive. Right now, we are just missing some things that need your support, mainly photos, such as your photos from County No. 1 Middle School, City No. 1 Middle School, and future university photos.'

There isn't much in this folder because not many people from Liangjiahe went on to get into university. Feng Yiping has the most information under his entry, the most recent of which are the two reports in the city and provincial newspapers about the arts champion, which he didn't even keep himself.

'No problem, I'll send it to you after the semester starts.'

During the meal, several teachers did indeed come over, including Feng Yiping's former math teacher, who had now also been promoted to vice principal. They joked with him as soon as they met, 'Shake hands quickly, you were our Liangjiahe's first provincial champion, let me also absorb your literary energy.'

After this meal, they felt very special. The teachers, who were usually so aloof, were all treating them as equals. It was like the traditional Chinese father-son relationship between him and his father, but suddenly the style had changed drastically, just like the father-son relationship in those European and American countries, where they would hug each other and say, 'I love you, Dad,' and 'I love you, son,' all the time. It was a bit of a shock.

The teachers wanted to have a drink, and Feng Yiping and the other two made the rounds of toasts, but they were a little overwhelmed by the alcohol. Fortunately, the teachers didn't push them, saying, 'Just drink in moderation.'

As for Zhang Qiuling and her mother, they were still the same as they were at Feng Yiping's house. On such occasions, they would not go to the table.

When it comes to the trip they are going on, the teachers all agree and are a little envious. 'It's time to go travelling while you still have the freedom to do so. Look at us, we have work and family commitments, where would we find the time?'

'Yes, so when Qiuling mentioned it, I didn't object. It's better to travel ten thousand miles than to read ten thousand books. While you're still young, just go and see the world for yourself, broaden your horizons and gain some new experiences. You can learn things you can't learn in the classroom or from books.'

'It's great to be young!' one teacher sighed, and then the middle-aged and elderly intellectuals at the table reminisced about the past.

A mother worries when her child travels a thousand miles. Wang Changning helped Zhang Qiuling carry her suitcase, and the teachers stood on the hill watching them off. Zhang Qiuling's mother kept holding her hand, seeing her off to the car in the playground, and she also told Feng Yiping, 'Yiping, be careful when you drive!'

'Don't worry, Mrs Feng, I've got two professional chauffeurs with me this time, so it'll be fine.'

As Feng Yiping drove out of the school gates, he could hear her mother shouting after him, 'Remember to call home.'

Xiao Zhijie was still obediently lying under a big tree by the river, bored out of his mind. He was blowing on the mouth of a drink bottle, trying in vain to blow a complete tune out of it. Next to him was a pile of snacks and bags of instant noodles, as well as a deflated tin can.

'I told you, there's no way he could be hungry,' Wang Changning laughed and shouted over there, 'if you don't come, we're leaving!'

He immediately came running over, 'What took you so long? I almost fell asleep waiting!'

'What, don't you want to wait?' Zhang Qiuling sounded like she was scolding, but she took out a lunchbox from her bag and said, 'Here,'

Xiao Zhijie opened it and saw that there were two large chicken legs and two sausages dipped in spicy sauce inside. 'Wow, you're so nice!'

'This needs to be made clear, is it Qiu Ling who is good, or are the chicken legs good?' Wang Changning teased them.

'I was wondering why there were no chicken legs in the stewed chicken for lunch, and sure enough, no matter how careful you are, it's hard to guard against a family thief!' Feng Yiping also shot back at them as he watched them show off their affection.

Unfortunately, the two in the back seat now completely ignored them.

At around 3 o'clock, they picked up Yu Lian and went to the county to pick up Xiao Zhijie and their luggage. They were still waiting for them to hand over the keys to their landlord. Just as they were leaving the county, it got dark. By the time they saw the bright lights of the city, it was already past 9 o'clock. Zhang Qiuling and Yu Lian were already asleep, heads touching.

In summary, Comrade Feng Yiping, today you have started the very promising career of a chauffeur early.