"Wanwan..."
Blood might have dripped into his eyes, so Jiang Bei squinted and looked at his daughter with a smile.
"Daddy, daddy!" Wanwan ignored the mess on Jiang Bei's body and sat on the ground. She hugged Jiang Bei's head and gently moved it onto her lap.
Tears fell on Jiang Bei's face.
"Wanwan, Don't cry. Daddy will be fine." Jiang Bei seemed to have used all his strength to say this.
He only felt that the world in front of him was getting further and further away from him, until he completely lost consciousness.
But he was still smiling.
Because he saw Xu Xinrong locked the car and walked towards him.
…
They're not leaving, are they?
Is Xinrong willing to give me another chance?
Can I still save them?
"Wanwan, Xinrong..."
Jiang Bei muttered softly and sat up abruptly.
"Wanwan, Xinrong!" His throat was abnormally dry and sweat dripped down his forehead.
It was pitch black all around. Jiang Bei stretched out his hand and touched his clothes.
He felt the money in the left pocket.
It was 200 yuan. Xu Xinrong had given it to him in the afternoon.
Jiang Bei suddenly let out a sigh of relief. He looked like he had aged 20 years in an instant. He took out the two light blue hundred yuan bills shakily and touched them.
It was not a dream.
He had really transmigrated!
Jiang Bei staggered out of bed and turned on the fluorescent lights in the room.
The white light was very harsh and it woke him up. The clock on the wall showed that it was 6:10 in the morning.
After Jiang Bei brushed his teeth and washed up, he walked quietly to the living room and found that Xu Xinrong had already torn off a page of the calendar, revealing a brand new page, May 30th.
He glanced at the other bedroom with the door tightly shut. Ever since she gave birth to Wanwan, Xu Xinrong had been sleeping in a separate room.
He had done too many wrong things in the past few years.
He could not let his wife down again. After coming back in time, he would not let his wife and daughter leave him.
The scene yesterday broke his heart!
Jiang Bei left home and went to the breakfast shop downstairs. He stuffed as many fried dough sticks into his mouth as possible and swallowed them with free sugar water.
He was indeed very hungry, but he would not waste a cent of the money Xu Xinrong gave him, even though he still felt ashamed to take it.
But he would do what he promised his wife!
He was already prepared to not eat for the whole day.
After breakfast, Jiang Bei stood up and was about to leave, but he suddenly thought of something. He turned his head and said, "Boss, pack five fried dough sticks and two cups of soybean milk. Wrap the bags tightly."
"Okay!"
After buying breakfast for his wife and daughter, Jiang Bei left.
When he saw the date, he had already thought of something.
On the 30th of May, there was an opening ceremony of a new shopping mall in the city center. There were even a few celebrities who came to perform. They had already prepared several days in advance for the publicity.
In order to promote the opening ceremony, there were massive sales.
The appearance of celebrities and promotional activities had attracted the public. In the future, this would be a popular and busy mall.
Even the customers in the breakfast place were discussing this matter. They were planning to do a lot of shopping today.
Under such circumstances, Jiang Bei had a plan.
But it was not easy.
He only had less than 200 yuan on him, and today's event would officially begin at 9 am. He had no time to prepare!
But as a businessman worth billions in his future life, Jiang Bei had a few ideas.
After rejecting some infeasible ones, a business plan finally came to his mind.
Jiang Bei took the breakfast home and immediately took a taxi to the nearest wholesale market.
At this moment, he had to seize every second!
In a short time, Jiang Bei had a solid plan. Then, he tried to think of every problem that he might face.
He absolutely could not fail!
He had to make money!
After paying 5 yuan for the taxi, Jiang Bei took a deep breath and entered a stationery store.
He bought five black and one red markers.
With the rest of the money, he bought a thick stack of papers, a drawing board, a rack, and a stool.
Just as Jiang Bei was about to pay, he happened to see himself in the mirror next to him.
The wound on his forehead was glaring. Although he was dressed in decent clothes, this wound made him look a little scary.
Jiang Bei hesitated for a moment and bought a pink rectangular plaster bandage that could cover almost half of his forehead.
After paying, he put the bandage on his forehead and took a taxi to the mall.
When Jiang Bei arrived, it was not even eight o'clock.
However, there were already many people there.
As it was the weekend, everyone wanted to go to the event.
There were a few stalls at the entrance of the mall that were about to open. They had big umbrellas and small carts to sell drinks and cold drinks.
At this time, although it was illegal to set up stalls without a license, it was impossible to prohibit anything on such a day.
As long as nothing went wrong, they would basically turn a blind eye to it.
Jiang Bei would become one of them. He found a decent spot to set up. He put down the drawing board and the papers, and sat on the stool, waiting for his first customer to arrive.
Yes, he was going to sell paintings on the street.
This was Wanwan's hobby. It had also become his in the past twenty years.
Jiang Bei gently touched the drawing board and finally took out a pen and started to draw.
Gradually, people gathered around him and looked at his drawings curiously.