Foreword:

Time is an illusion that deceives human memory.

...

...

June 3, 2048.

Jiang Xueming is a living person.

Gender is male and likes women.

Forty-six years old, I have been working in HK. In order to find some meaningful fun for my retirement life that I don’t know how many years in advance - so as not to be spurred by the sense of emptiness of having children and having children, and to meet both cats and dogs in a useless middle-aged state.

of useless old age.

He works as a cashier at a braised meat shop at Hung Hom MTR Station, and occasionally does odd jobs at a toy store in Kwong Wa Street.

If you also take this subway, you should be able to see such a person in the small store near the subway ticket gate.

He is nearly 1.8 meters tall. He finally tore off his military disability certificate in Xiaohongshu and was coerced by his wife. Twelve years ago, he went to Milan Fashion Week and started working on the catwalk with his good looks. He is considered a super male model.

——I often eat meat, eggs, and milk, and I can’t stop exercising at all.

When facing guests, he is still a boy who loves to smile. Occasionally, some stubble and wrinkles will appear on his face. A set of plastic surgery has made him look dusty.

Even if there are no guests, he looks as if he is enjoying life all the time - waiting for his wife, who is a kindergarten teacher, to come back by car, and then meeting her at the subway station, holding hands and walking home slowly.

It’s just that I can’t seem to enjoy this life today anymore.

Because he received two counterfeit bills——

——To be precise, they were two tickets that looked very much like banknotes. Both the thickness of the ticket and the texture of the paper looked exactly like thousand-yuan currency.

When night falls, the lights in the subway station gradually go out, leaving only a little light from the safety lights spreading toward the exit.

Xueming put on my myopia glasses and finally saw the two tickets clearly, and quickly caught the culprit.

"Hey! Hey, hey, hey!"

"Dad! Hey, hey, hey!~" Jiang Zhengyang leaned close to his father and said, "It's a joke! It's a joke!"

Xueming didn't have a good temper. He took off his apron, put his hands on his hips, and looked at his son with a straight face.

Zhengyang is almost exactly the same as when he was young. He is already twenty-three years old and a handsome young man.

"Are you kidding me?" Jiang Xueming cleaned up the stall and the children angrily: "Every time you come to me, there is no good news. You have caused too much trouble this time."

"I want you to study law, and if you don't listen, I won't force you."

"After all, you are you and I am me. We are two independent people——"

"——You can do whatever you want. I support and agree to it, but you can't break the law or commit crimes."

"Zhengyang...hey!"

Jiang Zhengyang was still helping to close the stall. When he heard his father talking about these words, he suddenly threw dozens of pairs of disposable chopsticks to the ground.

How can the Second Young Master tolerate such grievance? He vents his temper on the spot. When he is angry, he will speak out immediately——

"——I just wanted to come and see what happened to you!"

Jiang Xueming was not angry. He was nearly fifty years old. What he couldn't let go of were these little treasures. He took his chopsticks back little by little and kept bending down to pick up things.

Jiang Zhengyang immediately changed his face and was freed from his angry state - just like his mother, his mood changed very quickly.

"Hey!~ I'll do it myself if I fall, and I'll take care of the trouble I cause by myself, daddy."

Jiang Xueming smiled and patted the second young master on the shoulder.

"good."

After the stalls were cleared, Jiang Xueming put the two tickets back on the counter.

Only then did Jiang Zhengyang talk about his true purpose——

"——Dad, I want to drive the Koenigsegg to the traffic department."

Jiang Xueming didn't understand much. To be honest, he didn't understand cars.

Koenigsegg is a Swedish car brand that mainly produces super sports cars.

Jiang Zhengyang has just been admitted as an office clerk in the First Transportation Department, and he is also a key target of the government affairs system of Aohun Mingde.

Xueming first skillfully used Internet tools to check what Konicek was. To be honest, he himself thought he was quite unsophisticated, but he didn't expect that the Second Young Master would have such an idea.

"What are you talking about?" The middle-aged man was shocked on the spot: "Jiang Zhengyang, what do you think?"

"No! Don't reject me first!" Jiang Zhengyang quickly shouted: "Think about it first, and listen to my explanation first."

"Don't explain, I've already thought about it." Jiang Xueming was particularly anxious today——

——It’s not just the little fright brought by the Second Young Master.

Many years ago, FE204863 once said that on June 3, 2048, a major event that determines the survival of human civilization may occur.

The combination of these two conditions caused a lot of mental damage to him.

Jiang Zhengyang said: "Really, listen to my explanation..."

"Let me explain it for you." Jiang Xueming spoke bluntly and explained all the answers: "You are the son of a gunsmith. You have privileges. Even if you don't need it, someone will bring convenience to you."

"Our family is not short of money now, and you are not short of status. There will definitely be many girls who want to pursue you in the future - these are all tests."

"I'm sorry, Zhengyang, you can't be an ordinary person since you fell out of Xiao Qi's belly."

"What car do you want to buy?"

Zhengyang whispered: "CCXR... Of course, Jesko will do too."

"You still picked it? That's tens of millions..." Jiang Xueming took a breath, and then quickly regained his composure: "It's difficult to buy it with pyroxene currency - do you know what this means? You

Driving a Koenigsegg to work at the Department of Transportation?”

Zhengyang responded ignorantly: "Yes, so I'm here to ask for your opinion?"

"Yes, of course." Jiang Xueming suddenly nodded in agreement.

Zhengyang felt happy: "Is it true?"

Jiang Xueming: "You are my son, of course you can do this. No one dares to question you."

Jiang Zhengyang only felt that something was wrong, so he asked: "Is there a price? That's what I'm worried about, what if there is trouble?"

"There must be a price, Second Young Master." Jiang Xueming quickly changed his words: "Oh no! You are my second father, and I am your son - let's change our identities."

Jiang Zhengyang couldn't quite understand, so he had to grab his father's sleeve and ask him to explain the price.

"If you want to work in a hierarchical place." Jiang Xueming took out a cigarette and handed one to his son. "You must know the rules of survival there and the living conditions of the people - you must know how to adapt to the environment."

"You can drive a Koenigsegg to work, but when you first get in, you can only be considered a temporary clerk."

"No one will be jealous of you if you buy a supercar worth 20 to 30 million yuan, not even the thought of envy."

"But as long as you enter the parking space of the public office building and hit the accelerator a little more, and the car is not parked properly and upright enough, you will know what the price is."

"All your shortcomings will be infinitely magnified because you are the son of a gunsmith."

"You are taking advantage of the privileges left to you by your family to act arbitrarily - even if you have never thought so, you are just spending family money. What is wrong with this?"

"Colleagues in the same office think you are flamboyant. If you want to explain, you are using strong words. If you want to remain silent, you are admitting that you are in the wrong."

"You obviously don't need this job. You can spend your life very well even if you just eat and die at home - just because you want to find a class, you come to the grassroots to experience life."

"Your leader wants you to be restrained. Of course, you don't have to abide by these rules. This is the price."

"Is there any way? Dad?" Jiang Zhengyang still refused to give up: "I just want to drive, I like driving."

Jiang Xueming: "How is your elder brother doing now?"

"He went to Galahad for further studies. He was in the military academy..." Talking about Jiang Bai, Zhengyang frowned again, because his eldest brother seemed to be better than him in everything: "Don't mention him..."

Jiang Xueming: "Are you jealous of Dabai too?"

"Well..." Jiang Zhengyang nodded reluctantly, but he knew that his father had no preference.

Jiang Xueming: "You can drive a cheaper car to the traffic department. It's not a bad thing if you like driving."

Jiang Zhengyang: "Ah?"

Jiang Xueming spread his hands and shrugged.

"The cheaper the better. No one will say that you are uneducated and domineering. Even if one day you park your car wrongly and block BOSS's car, BOSS will only call you and say this -

"

"——Second Young Master, my dear Second Young Master, are you free? Help move the car, otherwise I will call your father to complain."

Jiang Zhengyang said in surprise: "Really or not?"

"If you respect others, others will respect you, Zhengyang." Jiang Xueming whispered, almost close to Er Shao's ear: "Did you tell Xiao Qi about this? She didn't hit you?"

Jiang Zhengyang: "How dare I!"
To be continued...