Chapter 4

Jia Hongjian stood on the south square of Shanghai Railway Station, holding his schoolbag in one hand. The bottom of his short-sleeved shirt was not tucked into his pants, intentionally hanging out, which was completely different from the mainstream way of wearing shirts in this era. The buttons on his collar were even more unconventional; instead of just unbuttoning one for ventilation, he had unbuttoned three, revealing a glimpse of his chest.

He tilted his head, raised his eyebrows, and scrutinized the travelers rushing to catch their trains on the square, presenting an image that was bad, handsome, naughty, cool, and dominant. He turned his head to look around and noticed that the McDonald's and KFC that should have been directly facing the south square were gone. The Xinya Big Bao, which was a few hundred meters to the right of McDonald's and KFC, had also disappeared. The entrance to Subway Line 1, which should have been near the exit of Shanghai Station, was nowhere to be seen...

This was the proof that he had truly been reborn! His heart was stirred, and he couldn't help but grin and mutter to himself, "The beauties are all clean, fragrant, and naked, waiting for me. The era of Jia Hongjian has arrived..."

Before he could finish, his nephew, who was standing behind him, covered his mouth. "Are you crazy? Those two girls are still behind us! Even if you don't care about them, don't forget that it's still a strict crackdown period!"

Only then did Jia Hongjian recall that there indeed had been a crackdown in 1993. However, he wasn't scared. What if he was charged with hooliganism? There was no evidence; he had only said a few words and hadn't tried to undress any girls. Could they really send him to jail?

"Goodbye, Xiao Jia. I'll be waiting for your call at home..." At this moment, Old Luo led his granddaughter to say goodbye to Jia Hongjian.

After bidding farewell to Old Luo and the little girl, Jia Hongjian turned to look at the two girls standing a few meters behind him, swaying gracefully.

"Goodbye, Hongjian. I'll write to you," the beautiful girl in a light yellow dress said with a smile, waving the piece of paper with Jia Hongjian's new school address.

"Sure, goodbye," Jia Hongjian replied, acting as if he hadn't said anything about the girls undressing, maintaining a gentlemanly demeanor.

As he spoke, he smiled and looked at the beautiful girl and her gentle friend. "Be careful on your way back. If Wang Meng really does something, it could be a disaster for you. Better safe than sorry..." He gently advised the beautiful girl.

Wang Daiyun lifted her smooth, tender, and fair face. According to her character, she should have smiled and reassured the other person, saying that Wang Meng didn't have the guts. However, for some reason, she didn't say that. She just looked up at the boy of her age, and after a few seconds, she smiled and nodded obediently.

Watching the two girls walk towards the bus stop for the No. 63 bus, Jia Hongjian was marveling at his charm, which had managed to break up a potential couple in just a few minutes and made the girls have a good impression of him.

This reminded him of his life goal in his previous life. It was said that the famous French thinker Voltaire was a master of seduction, claiming that if he could spend an hour in a room with any woman in the world, just chatting, he could make her never fall in love with any other man again!

Jia Hongjian's goal was to become the reincarnation of Voltaire. However, he didn't have Voltaire's skills. What he could do was use a series of techniques to make women feel dissatisfied with their current boyfriends.

"Uncle, that Wang guy seems to have fallen for it. You're really good. Teach me this trick later?" Jia Jingxing asked his uncle with a grin.

"Hehe, not just the Wang guy, the quiet Li Wanying is almost hooked too. You just didn't notice," Jia Hongjian corrected his nephew.

"She's hooked too? But they're such good friends. Which one will you choose? It must be Wang Daiyun, right? She's prettier, but what about Li Wanying?" Jia Jingxing asked, using his usual way of thinking.

"Why choose? When I have time, I'll take them both. You're so naive," Jia Hongjian glanced at his nephew and said indifferently, "Besides, they're already best friends. It would be great if they could serve a man together on the same bed and remain best friends for life!"

"Together? Best friends, one bed, serving together? Best friends for life?" Hearing these key phrases from his uncle, Jia Jingxing's mind started to wander, and he felt his nose almost bleeding.

After parting ways with his nephew, Jia Hongjian got on the bus alone. Seeing that the bus fare was only 50 cents, he truly felt the benefits of the era. In his eyes, the world was full of beautiful girls waiting for him to pick, and the world was full of gold waiting for him to grab!

Wait! Jia Hongjian suddenly remembered something. In his previous life, his dream wasn't this. Back then, he had worked hard to make money and to make beautiful girls with scores above 85 think he was reliable. He had developed many occupational diseases.

At that time, he envied the rich second-generation, thinking that if he had another life, he would genuinely want to be a rich second-generation who just spent money on women and games. He would even hire people to play online games with him every day! The more extravagant, the better!

He didn't have that fortune back then, but now it was different! He had been reborn, with nearly 20 years of memories in his head. With this, he could easily succeed on his own, but what if he used it to cultivate his father?

If he made his father the first generation of the rich, he could openly be a wastrel! He could eat, drink, and play every day, and when his father, the first generation of the rich, encountered difficulties, he could casually look and casually suggest a brilliant solution... Wow, that sounds pretty cool too?

Immersed in his thoughts, Jia Hongjian felt that he had barely thought for long when he arrived at his home. Getting off the bus, he walked into the familiar neighborhood. Seeing the old public housing that looked exactly like his childhood memories, with the warm colors of the setting sun, he felt as if he had walked into a photo from his childhood.

"Is Hongjian back? Did you have fun at your relatives' place? Your mother seems to have made your favorite braised pork today. Go back and eat it quickly," someone said to him as he approached his building.

He turned his head and saw his neighbor, Aunt Wang. "Auntie, I'm back. How have you been? Is everything okay at home?" Jia Hongjian felt a bit like a returning wanderer and was a bit excited, his voice and expression filled with surprise, nostalgia, and concern.

"Silly child, I'm always here. You saw me just a few days ago. How could I not be well?" Aunt Wang laughed. "By the way, I bought some American apples today. They're called 'snake fruit' in America. Come, take one!"

People are not made of wood. Aunt Wang could see the expression on Jia Hongjian's face when he saw her, which made her feel that the young man she had watched grow up was thoughtful and emotional. She gave him a snake fruit.

Holding the snake fruit from Aunt Wang, Jia Hongjian continued walking towards his home, greeting his old neighbors along the way. In the end, he ended up with enough fruit to last a week.

His old house was built in the 1950s and 1960s, with two families sharing a bathroom and no shower facilities. Although the conditions were not good, the relationship among the neighbors was as harmonious as a family.

Just as he was thinking, he saw the door to his home open, and standing there was his mother, who looked much younger. She was no longer the old, sick, and frail woman he remembered. She looked like a woman in her thirties, still beautiful, and her figure could rival that of young girls.

"You're back? Where did you get all these fruits? And why are there so many different kinds?" Su Ping asked while taking some fruits from her son and putting them in the kitchen.

"I just thought I hadn't seen Mother for a long time, so I got emotional and picked some from the school garden," Jia Hongjian lied sweetly.

"Don't try to fool me. Did you cause trouble again? What kind of school garden is there in your junior high school? You didn't do well on the high school entrance exam, and I barely got you into my school. You're still so mischievous. Tell me, what trouble did you cause this time?" Su Ping wasn't fooled by her son. She had carried him for ten months and raised him from a little ball of flesh. Could she be deceived by his sweet talk? Her intuition told her that this little rascal must have caused some major trouble again.

Jia Hongjian was taken aback by his mother's reaction. He realized that the mother in front of him was not the old, frail woman he remembered. Old people, like children, can be easily deceived. In his previous life, whenever he saw his mother, he would sweet-talk her and help her with chores, which would make her very happy. But the current mother was completely different and didn't fall for it...

"I didn't do anything wrong, I promise. These are from the neighbors who gave them to me because I was sweet to them on my way back," he explained as he entered the house.

"Really didn't do anything wrong?" Su Ping was still skeptical. However, after asking for a while and not getting a response, she turned around and saw that her son had already gone inside.

At this moment, Jia Hongjian was touring his childhood home, looking at the monsters he had drawn on the wall as a child. He remembered how his mother had tried to erase them, but his grandmother, who was still alive at the time, had stopped her and picked up Jia Hongjian, saying with a smile, "Don't erase them. Our Hongjian is a genius. When he becomes famous, these will become national treasures, just like the homes of famous people. Right, Hongjian?"

"Are you listening? Why aren't you answering? Why are you almost crying?" Su Ping walked to her son's side and was surprised to see tears in his eyes.

"It's not tears. The wind is strong, and I got sand in my eyes..."