Six pm.
The top floor of Building 59.
"Sister, let me tell you," Ding Rui hugged Zhang Yi and reported to Ding Jiaqi, "my brother-in-law is interested in a fellow countryman who is in his mid-thirties and works in a cafe. He is still in the cafe on the third floor of Zhonghao Square, waiting for that The woman is off work."
"Ha!" Ding Jiaqi had already changed into light furniture clothes and tied an apron around her waist. She was making milk powder for her son while chatting with her younger brother, "Do you believe it?"
"I don't believe it either," Ding Rui insisted, "but this is the truth. Although the waitress is not pretty, she is not ugly either. She has a good temperament."
Ding Jiaqi reminded her brother, "Dye your hair black and take off your earrings. Your masculinity is gone."
Speaking of masculinity, Ding Rui started to talk about the story of Zhang Jing's battle with Hei Zhuang.
Zhang Jing didn't know the content of the chat between the siblings.
We didn't wait until nine o'clock in the cafe. At early six o'clock, the short-haired waitress changed out of her work clothes and sat down opposite Zhang Jing.
"Have you got off work?" Zhang Jing asked enthusiastically as he looked at the fellow in the white printed dress.
"The manager saw that you have been waiting for me and asked me to leave work early."
"Excuse me," Zhang Jing pointed at his face and asked the thirty-five-six-year-old girl with short hair, "Do you still remember me?"
Looking at Zhang Jing's handsome face seriously, Song Yiyi shook his head.
"No," Zhang Jing refused to believe it. "You have seriously affected my values and understanding. How could you not recognize me?"
Song Yi: "...."
Seeing that Zhang Jing was speaking so seriously, Song Yi tried his best to think about it, but he really couldn't remember it.
"Mr. Zhang," Song Yi asked tentatively, "the manager said that you are a big shot and it is impossible for us to know each other. Is it wrong?"
Zhang Jing was also worried about getting the wrong person, so he reminded: "It was around four or five o'clock in the afternoon. It was a typhoon. We were hiding from the rain under a closed car repair shed. You didn't bring a raincoat when you were riding a battery car."
"!!!"
Song Yi's eyes opened wider and wider, "It was you! You were only a teenager at that time!"
"Yes," Zhang Jing nodded vigorously, "Seventeen years old, you can't be wrong. I will always remember it, even if eleven years have passed, I will still remember it."
"You brat, how come you're so handsome?" Song Yi cried with joy, "It was dark at the time. I was in love and spent all my money on my girlfriend. In the middle of the summer, I planned to walk 40 kilometers home."
"Yes, thank you for giving me 20 yuan," Zhang Jing smiled, the corners of Zhang Jing's eyes becoming moist, "for making me believe that there are many good people in this world."
"I didn't expect you to still remember me and this matter. After all, it was only 20 yuan."
"It's impossible to forget," Zhang Jing chatted and asked, "I called your PHS afterwards. You also have a daughter. Where is she now?"
"My mother takes care of her in my hometown. I have to wait a year before I can go back to see her."
"It's okay," Zhang Jing patted his chest and said, "I have money now. Whatever ideal you have, as long as it's not the moon in the sky, you can realize it."
"No," Song Yi waved his hands repeatedly, "It's just 20 yuan, no need to repay."
Zhang Jing said nothing and looked at the short-haired Song Yiyi quietly.
A long while.
Song Yi's expression suddenly changed from 'sister' to a weak 'sister', and asked Zhang Jing repeatedly, "Any ideal is acceptable?"
Zhang Jing nodded.
After receiving a positive answer, Song Yi's expression became painful, and his tears seemed like a valve that couldn't be closed.
"I went abroad to work because I was frustrated," Song Yi slowly stated, "That happened the year before last. I accidentally found out that the reason why I didn't get into college was because I was impersonated.
This world is too real. Even if you know it, there is nothing you can do about it. If you can..."
At this point, Song Yi looked into Zhang Jing's eyes, tried his best and shouted in a low voice: "I want to go to college!"
After saying that, Song Yi lost control of his emotions and crawled on the dining table and cried bitterly.
"No problem." Looking at the short-haired woman whose shoulders and body were shaking uncontrollably, Zhang Jing said in a calm but powerful tone: "I'll help you."
Zhang Jing was serious about helping Song Yi. He not only wanted to help her realize her college dream, but also planned to help her seek justice.
Because he himself had poor grades and bought college with money, but he knew very well how difficult it was to get high scores and get into a good university, and it almost made him blind when he read.
I have to do my homework until 11 or 12 o'clock in the evening.
The mock test papers from the three years of high school were piled up two to three meters high.
As a result, my efforts came to an end and I was forcibly snatched away by others.
What's terrible is that if the other party works in the yamen, he will hardly be punished, let alone go to jail.
The point is, the evidence is clear, but the victim has almost no way to seek justice for himself.
Zhang Jing sent the message to Shen Mingming, a Chinese lawyer with whom he had not contacted for a while, and asked him to hire a team of lawyers from within country D to prosecute the mastermind behind Song Yi's academic theft.
Be prepared to fight the lawsuit for a long time.
If we give up halfway and if we continue to exert pressure, a case without any suspense can drag on for seventeen or eighteen years.
There will be no results after seventeen or eight years, and it will most likely be settled.
After the message was sent, Zhang Jing looked up at Song Yi and asked, "How is the University of Southern California?"
"this..."
Song Yi stopped crying and couldn't believe it. She had suffered physically and mentally in the past two years and was already afraid of beauty. "Is it too exaggerated?"
"It's no exaggeration. Except for a few two or three best schools, all others are theoretically fine," Zhang Jing analyzed for Song Yi. "It's best to choose the University of Southern California because I often live there;
You can bring your family with you for a reunion. "
"Don't worry about money," Zhang Jing said for Song Yi, "I will ask a friend to provide you and your husband with a relatively easy part-time job."
"I was divorced two years ago," Song Yi introduced Zhang Jing. "I have a daughter who is thirteen years old and lives with my parents."
Zhang Jing nodded, "Then you only need a job that can support four people."
"There will also be housing and a mobility scooter. In short, everything will be fine for you," Zhang Jing tried to be considerate, "Give me your mobile phone number, Facebook account, and email address."
Song Yiyi entered her mobile phone number into Zhang Jing's mobile phone, added each other's Facebook accounts, and sent emails.
Get contact details.
Zhang Jing put the 10,000-meter new currency he won from Hei Zhuang in the afternoon on the dining table, "You can keep the money to buy air tickets. If you hurry up, you will receive the admission email in the next few days;
You can apply for an allied country study visa in Temasek without going back to country D. "
"Okay," Song Yi looked at Qian and asked, "Will this be troublesome for you? Or is it a heavy burden?"
"No," Zhang Jing stood up and left his seat as he spoke, "See you next time."
Song Yi got up and saw Zhang Jing out of the cafe.
After watching Zhang Jing leave, Song Yi's cell phone beeped, and someone sent her a job invitation through Facebook.
The one who looks up is the 'Blue Star Guardian', and his job is to protect marine life as a 'senior advisor'.
The specific work is weekly...just attend an online meeting once a month.
Monthly salary...weekly salary is 2,000 meters, and I need to provide my bank card number every week. The company stipulates that I pay one month's salary in advance.
Song Yi blinked, she had heard of Blue Star Guards.
A very popular public welfare organization on the Internet, which protects marine life and specializes in attacking the whaling ships of China.
At eleven o'clock in the evening, the phone rang again.
This time I received an invitation to attend the University of Southern California.
This shocked Song Yi. Are the allies so efficient?
Obviously, this was all because of the 'children' she had helped.
Thinking back to the big boy he met under the car shed on that typhoon afternoon eleven years ago, Song Yi burst into tears again.
