(P.S. Due to some unavoidable reasons, this book has begun to be officially revised.) Therefore, many names needed to be imagined by everyone. If they couldn't imagine it, they could ask.）
The next morning, the first ray of sunlight shone on Jiang Zhenhua's face through the window of the hospital.
Jiang Zhenhua didn't fall asleep during the long night, not because of his health, but because he was thinking about his future.
After a night of thinking, Jiang Zhenhua made a preliminary plan for his future.
When he got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, he saw a newspaper with the year 1996 written on it.
Jiang Zhenhua was familiar with this year. It was the last year before the return of 1997, which also represented that this overseas "traveler" was about to return to the embrace of the motherland.
It was also a feast for the entire financial world.
When Jiang Zhenhua returned to the ward, he immediately made a three-step plan before the feast.
First, confirm that this world is the same world as his original world.
Second, the accumulation of initial funds.
Third, how could he enter this feast without suspicion?
However, before these three plans, the most important thing was to have Grandma's support. As long as he could get through to Grandma, no one would stop him from doing anything.
Thinking of this, Jiang Zhenhua was both excited and hesitant. After all, he had transmigrated and occupied the body of someone else's grandson.
"You and I are both Jiang Zhenhua, and I will be you in the future. Don't worry, I will take good care of Grandma.”
Jiang Zhenhua swore silently that the Host's grandmother would be his only family in the world.
Thinking of the word 'family', he began to miss his parents in his previous world. He wondered if they existed at this moment. The more she thought about it, the more anxious she was to be discharged.
Just as Jiang Zhenhua was thinking about it, Joe walked into the ward.
"Good morning! Little Zhenhua!"
"Good morning! Sister Joe! May I ask when I can be discharged?”
"What's wrong? Are you in a hurry to be discharged? Do you dislike me, Big Sister Joe, that much?”
Hearing Jiang Zhenhua's question about being discharged from the hospital, Joe was very upset. He thought that the child was worried about the medical expenses, so he pretended to be angry and looked at Jiang Zhenhua.
"No, Sister Joe! It's not that I don't like Sister Joe. I just want to be discharged as soon as possible and spend time with Grandma. Although I don't remember what happened in the past, I think Grandma must miss me very much and be very worried about me now!”
Hearing Joe's words, Jiang Zhenhua hurriedly explained and acted coquettishly so that he could be discharged earlier. In fact, he was disgusted by himself. After all, he was already 32 years old in his heart.
"You miss Grandma? That's good. I thought you didn't like Sister. Whoosh! I've brought you breakfast. After you're done eating, I'll take your temperature. If you don't have a fever, you can be discharged. However, I have to send you home personally. I won't be at ease if you go back alone.”
Joe said with a smile as he reached out his hand behind his back.
"Thank you, sister! Sister, do you know my house?"
Jiang Zhenhua took the breakfast from Joe's hand and opened the bag, which was filled with porridge.
Jiang Zhenhua took out the porridge and asked while eating. His mind was already elsewhere and he wanted to leave as soon as possible.
"Don't worry, I already know where your house is. It's not far from sister's hospital dormitory. As long as you listen to sister obediently and finish your temperature check, sister can send you back.”
Joe knew what Jiang Zhenhua was thinking.
After breakfast, Joe took Jiang Zhenhua to have his body temperature checked. He found that his body temperature was normal, so he changed his clothes and rode a bicycle to take Jiang Zhenhua.
On the way, Jiang Zhenhua found that Sham Shui Po in 1996 was exactly the same as what he had seen on the Internet in his previous life. It was indeed a backward and densely populated area in Xiangjiang City.
If you were to ask where Xiangjiang was, the most local and authentic place, Sham Shui Po would definitely be there.
The scenery of the old Xiangjiang City was truly left behind here. Every moment you walked through the streets and alleys made you feel that you were living in the light and shadow of the old era.
"Zhenhua is back? Is your body better? Your grandma just asked when Zhenhua would be back.”
"Zhenhua's grandmother didn't even know that the child had a high fever. If the neighbors hadn't found out, the child would have died.”
"You can't say that. It's not like you don't know. That year, Zhenhua's parents passed away one after another. The old man was so sad that he couldn't even think clearly. Fortunately, Zhenhua was sensible early and knew how to take care of himself at such a young age.”
"So, as the old saying goes, the children of the poor should take care of the family early! Sigh! It's been hard on this child."
The conversation between the passersby made Jiang Zhenhua understand his family situation more clearly.
In the blink of an eye, Joe stopped at an old residential building.
"Zhenhua! Here we are. Your house is on the sixth floor.”
Joe put down the car and took Jiang Zhenhua's hand with a smile. Then, he walked into the corridor with Jiang Zhenhua and began to climb floor by floor.
At this time in Xiangjiang, many old-fashioned buildings did not have elevators, especially Sham Shui Po.
This building was relatively good. At least, it didn't look so crowded.
Compared to those coffin rooms, it was already very luxurious.
Before they knew it, they had climbed to the sixth floor. Joe and Jiang Zhenhua were both sweating profusely, especially Jiang Zhenhua, whose back was wet.
Joe pulled Jiang Zhenhua to the door of a room where Qin Qiong and Yuchi Gong were standing and knocked on the iron door.
After waiting for a while, the door opened. A white-haired old woman appeared. Jiang Zhenhua knew that this must be his grandmother.
Joe said to Grandma," Grandma, I've sent Zhenhua back. Zhenhua is fine now."”
Seeing her grandson Zhenhua come back, Grandma hurriedly hugged Jiang Zhenhua and burst into tears. My good grandson! Hurry up and come in. You scared Grandma to death. Grandma thought that "
Jiang Zhenhua was in Grandma's arms. Hearing her crying, he hurriedly comforted her," Grandma, don't cry. I'm fine, aren't I?"”
After being comforted by Joe and Jiang Zhenhua, Grandma also stopped crying. Joe didn't stay long because he had something to do in the hospital.
At this moment, only Grandma and Jiang Zhenhua were left in the room.
Jiang Zhenhua helped Grandma sit down. He looked at the interior decoration and felt a little sad. There was not much space, not to mention appliances.
The only thing he could bring out was probably that old-fashioned television.
There was no place to put the portraits of his parents. They could only be nailed to the wall. It was completely different from what he saw in Hong Kong dramas.
Jiang Zhenhua sighed slightly. Luckily, he had traveled through time. If he hadn't, Grandma's grandson would have died. How could Grandma live?
It was said that Xiangjiang City was developed and its people were rich. However, who could see the huge gap between the rich and the poor?
In such a family, there was no one who could earn money. They had no one to rely on and no one to support them.
However, for Jiang Zhenhua, who had transmigrated here, there were opportunities everywhere and gold everywhere. As long as he seized any one of them, his future would be limitless.
Jiang Zhenhua held Grandma's hand and looked at her as gently as possible.""Grandma, don't be agitated. I'll tell you the bad news first. Don't be agitated after hearing it.”
Perhaps it was because of Jiang Zhenhua's tone, or because Grandma had experienced too much pain, she looked at her grandson and said,""Good grandson! Tell me, Grandma is listening! Don't worry, Grandma isn't that fragile.”
"Grandma, I lost my memory because of my high fever this time. I can't remember anything from the past. Can you tell me about Dad and Mom? I want to know what happened to our family in the past.”
For Jiang Zhenhua, the past was the past. However, he thought that if he became rich in the future, he would not arouse others 'suspicion, so he tried his best to improve himself.
When he heard that his grandson had lost his memory, he felt that it was no wonder. However, he was also glad that the death of his son and daughter-in-law was not only his lifelong sorrow, but also his grandson's sorrow. Who didn't want their parents 'love?
(The second generation said that a lot of foreshadowing is needed in the beginning. The financial empire needs to be developed to pave the way for the subsequent face-slapping and various female groups. Please do not test the poison!) This article was cool and refreshing. If you want to read a sadistic article, you don't have to force it.）
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