Zhang Yanming took out the cigarette and walked back. After eating and feeling energetic, he had to go back to the house and think about it, in case he remembered something.

There is also the matter of my daughter. There is no place to inquire about this. I need to take care of it.

The door of Xiaojie's shop has been opened, and Xiaojie is standing at the door chatting with the motorcycle driver. It seems that the gold has been bought. Nowadays, those who make gold and silver jewelry have to be a little bit outside, otherwise where can they make money.

Those who work for gold just tie their heads to their waistbands, go into the mountains to look for ore, then dig a hole, fill it with firewood, seal it and burn it, wait for it to cool down in a few days, dig it out, and pick up the gold all over the ground to purify it. Just process it into small pieces.

The mine that was created in this way was basically useless, but no one cared about it, and it wasn't personal anyway.

Then comes sales.

Gold and silver jewelry processing like Xiaojie can be found everywhere, which is their main sales channel. Another option is to send it to the south, which is already developed now and has many rich people, so it can be sold at a high price.

The person who brought the goods went to the hospital to find an acquaintance to cut open the calf, sew the goods in and wrap them up. Then he got on the train and spent half a month traveling south to find a familiar doctor to take out the goods.

It's not an ordinary suffering, but the success rate is high.

A trip costs tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands, and it's worth it.

Although the concept of 10,000-yuan households has been around since the early 1980s, until 1996, there were not many people who had 10,000-yuan savings at home. Although incomes are rising, prices are also rising, and they are going to rise faster.

After giving Xiaojie a knowing look, Zhang Yanming returned to his room without closing the door.

I went into the house and sat down. I took out the change in my trouser pocket and counted it. A box of 350 yuan was 15 yuan. I got back 80 yuan and 50 cents. I collected the money for three bags of instant noodles, eggs and boiled noodles. Not bad. , it seems that the relationship is quite good.

After thinking about it, Zhang Yanming took off the pocket on the wall, took out everything, and placed them on the kang to study them one by one.

The passbook and bank card are in one set, so you don’t need to read them. The judgment, ID card, driver’s license, and money were taken to Xiao Xie. They are gone.

He stood up and rummaged around in the room and found a set of self-employed business licenses, which the Industrial, Commercial, Taxation and Health Technical Supervision Bureau had.

Youth Hotel. It has a bit of a middle school name.

The address is here, No. 3 Nanshan Road, and the license was issued half a month ago.

No wonder one person lives in such a big empty house. Zhang Yanming nodded and took out a folded white paper from a pile of certificates.

I opened it and looked at it. It was the lease contract for this house. Starting last month, the lease term was five years and the rent had been paid in full.

Zhang Yanming scratched his head. It seemed that he was quite wealthy here. He had paid off the rent for a house in five years, and he still had a deposit of nearly 30,000 yuan and several thousand dollars in cash.

What the hell do you do?

In his dream, he had experienced too many careers, lived in too many cities, and made too much money, all of which were completely mixed together. As a result, he was confused and couldn't remember anything clearly.

Along with the contract, there is a small red book, which looks similar to the work permit in the 1960s and 1970s. It has red cover and white pages: Chef's Certificate.

Comrade Zhang Yanming, after studying and passing the examination, has reached the national standard of third-level chef, and is specially issued this certificate. The Ministry of Labor of China.

The date of issuance of the certificate is September 5, 1993.

I got my chef certificate in September and had a daughter in October. My brother is so awesome, how on earth can he take part in studies and exams?

Zhang Yanming has the memory of taking the chef certificate exam. They were all full-time and lived and studied together. They were usually in provincial capital cities, and the certificates were issued by the Ministry of Labor at the higher level.

No wonder they broke up even after giving birth to a baby. It’s so weird that they still have the time to study and test after having a baby. It’s so weird that they don’t break up.

After piling everything on the kang, Zhang Yanming rubbed his chin. Where is the child? Where to find it? No clues.

No, ID card.

I picked up my ID card and looked at the address.

No. 24, Building 7, No. 19, Shirengou Street, Xiezigou District, Gangdu City, Ruhr Province, China.

Am I still on earth? Zhang Yanming is a little doubtful about life. What kind of ghost is the dead man ditch street? Bah, the dead are all ghosts. Too many scorpions can sting people to death?

There is no familiar name from country to place, which is a bit scary.

But why are the environment and neighbors so familiar?

Knocking on his forehead and leaning on the bed, Zhang Yanming tried hard to recall, what was wrong? Although it was a dream and I couldn't wake up clearly, at least the names of provinces, cities and places in the past could still be continued.

Could it be that this is where I really live? Everything else is just a dream?

But why do I know exactly where I am, how to get a bus, which building and which hotel after looking at this ghost address?

The licenses and documents were all placed in a large brown paper bag. Zhang Yanming picked them up and poured them down: medical certificate, work certificate, and work injury certificate.

I picked up the work-related injury certificate and looked through it. It turned out that I had suffered a work-related injury here, and the factory had given me 50,000 yuan in various subsidies.

Zhang Yanming stood up and pulled off all the clothes on his body. He looked around and saw that he was not injured. At 50,000 yuan, could it be a minor injury?

Was it because he was seriously injured that he became stupid? That’s why he had so many strange dreams? It’s possible.

"Ah." A scream was immediately muffled and sounded outside the door.

Zhang Yanming turned around and looked over, and saw a short-haired girl or woman standing in the kitchen, covering her face with her hands.

Girl, please be more careful and scream, I can get through the gaps between your fingers.

"Zhang Yanming, are you a pervert? Why are you twisting your butt naked in the house with the door open in broad daylight?" The woman's voice was quite pleasant.

Zhang Yanming picked up his pants and put them on: "Is something wrong?"

He had no impression or memory at all, so he didn't dare to say anything, so he had no choice but to ask this question.

The woman opened the door and walked in: "What are you doing?"

His eyes looked back and forth on Zhang Yanming: "Oh, I didn't see it, it's quite lumpy." He reached out and touched Zhang Yanming's abdominal muscles. His little hands were warm and smooth, a little delicate.

Zhang Yanming looked at the woman. She was quite energetic. She was over 1.6 meters tall, at least over 80. It was obvious that she was in love with her at first glance.

Her whole person from face to toe is one word: thin. It would be weird if she wasn't right.

But my skin is pretty good.

Her hair is not short as Zhang Yanming thought at first sight. She has her hair pulled into a bun on the back of her head. She looks clean and energetic, with smiling eyes that squint into crescent moons when she smiles.

After analysis, she must be very familiar with her, even a little fishy, ​​but she definitely hasn't had any in-depth exchanges with her. What she revealed in her words is that she has never seen her own abs.
Chapter completed!