"Don't blame me for remembering this now. I didn't see you very often before. You always liked to work alone with your head down, so I didn't have many opportunities to see you."
It is hard to imagine that Jiang Ze, who doesn't like dealing with people, will become a nouveau riche in the future, opening a garment factory and mining coal.
It's a gift.
Some people are born to be businessmen.
Jiang Ze asked: "Do you have their address? I would thank you."
It's good news.
Song Wanyue nodded: "Yes, here, this is the address, keep it. We used to live in the east of the city, near the Red Star Furniture Factory. Later, the Jiang family moved to the staff quarters, and we rarely saw each other. I was not familiar with the Jiang family to begin with."
This is true. The original owner's family had little contact with the Jiang family.
They were neighbors who lived in the same area, several blocks away, so the Jiang family only lived near the furniture factory for one year.
Jiang Ze held the note for a long time without moving. He was afraid that his biological parents would choose to abandon him just like his adoptive parents.
"Don't be afraid. I heard from others that Jiang Chaoyang is very bad. He is now 18 years old and still in the second year of high school. He always ranks last in the exams every year. If your parents knew about this, they would definitely choose you." Song Wanyue comforted.
"Besides, you are already eighteen years old. You are no longer in need of parental love, right? If the parents in the village are not your biological children, have you ever thought about what to do?"
This is what she cares about the most. Rather than just watching spectators, she wants to see people bully the scumbag. This is more satisfying.
Jiang Ze's eyes were filled with hatred: "I'm going to call the police. If it's true, Jiang Wenqiang and Wang Zhaodi are human traffickers."
Since he was a child, he has been working behind his brothers and sisters. When he grew up, he was treated like an ox. He had to do the washing and cooking. He was often punished by not being allowed to eat. When he was hungry, he would eat wild vegetables. In this way, he grew up with one meal hungry and one meal full.
If it weren't for the hunter Yang Jianguo, his second uncle, who helped him from time to time, he wouldn't have grown so tall.
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