On August 24, 2001, the day after Wang An was shot dead by a gunman.

The fog filled the sky above the noisy vegetable market. The staggering old woman and the old man were shuttled through the crowd. While complaining to the vegetable vendor that the vegetables were not fresh enough and the price was too expensive, they were picking and choosing. They would choose one after looking through more than a dozen tomatoes. It would take at least ten minutes to hand the vegetables in their hands to the vendor to weigh them, and stare at the electronic scales tightly. If the vendor held a pole weighing in their hands, they would definitely take out their reading glasses, just like they were alert to the thief, and pay attention to the vendor's every move with suspicious eyes.

The vegetable market is a place to fight wits and courage while being petty.

Wang An stood in a corner, looking at his small hands, feet, and small body. He walked two steps and was trembling. This was probably the body of a two-year-old child.

Wang An, who has come back to life, is not too surprised by his current state. He is very satisfied with his current state. The younger he is, the more time he can investigate and prepare. When he grows up, the longer he will die, the more likely those people are to forget and relax their vigilance.

A threat from a dead person is undoubtedly ridiculous. If the threat from a dead person cannot be realized, it is just a joke.

Wang An often tells jokes, but he never tells jokes with his enemies, and everyone has no such friendship.

Looking at the eyes that fell on him from time to time, Wang An knew very well that his current situation was actually not very good. A cute two-year-old boy... Wang An touched his chick-chicken and confirmed that a cute two-year-old boy stood alone in the vegetable market. After interrogating the enthusiastic aunt, she could not find his parents and might send him to the police comrades, which means that she would lose her freedom and autonomy.

A civilized human society will not give two-year-old children freedom and autonomy. Wang An hurriedly left the place where he stood and observed the surroundings.

There are three breakfast places in the vegetable market, one is flour soup noodle dish, two bun shops, one is the owner of a bun shop, an obese woman in her thirties, and the other is a teenage girl.

Wang An walked towards the fat woman in her thirties and looked up at the fat woman.

"Sister, your bag is so cute. Can you give me two? But I don't have money." Wang An whispered, whispering.

Listening to the little boy's tits and silly voice, the fat woman smiled slightly, "Yes, but what about your parents, kids?"

"Mom is buying vegetables, so she won't buy me a bag..." Wang An said.

"Go and find mom...be good...for you..."

"Thank you sister." Wang An took the bun, left the fat woman's stall, and then stood next to a young woman buying groceries.

Wang An noticed that the fat woman withdrew her gaze and held two buns, and hid in the flowerbed near the vegetable market while others were not paying attention.

The hedges around the flowerbed are half a human tall, and the secret leaves can completely cover his small figure. Wang An knew that he could not act alone in this way. When ordinary people see a child walking around, there will always be some concerns. If they encounter someone who is unlucky and simply sell him, he will be done.

So his wisest choice now is to hide here quietly and wait for the opportunity to act.

The flowerbeds in the residential complex in the old city are surrounded by old black-corrosion fitness equipment. This was once a symbol of the superiority of the residents of China Sea, representing modern urban life. Now it has been abandoned with the passing years. The fragmented garbage in the flowerbed and the garbage cans not far away fully demonstrate that people's requirements for their own quality are not so strict. Wang An calmly breathed the not-so-fresh air and bit the buns in small mouthfuls. He was only two years old. These two buns were enough for him to eat today.

Drinking water is a problem. Wang An frowned and could only endure it. He did not dare to drink tap water. Given his current physical condition, if he drinks tap water and diarrhea, it would be a very troublesome and even fatal problem.

After the lively vegetable market passed, the heat of the sun began to burn the city. Although it was surrounded by shade in the flower garden, it would not feel cool because it was not airtight and could not feel cool. Wang An could only bear it.

The young and tender body is prone to fatigue. If possible, Wang An doesn't want to sleep. He should be vigilant, but he knows that this vigilance is meaningless. As long as he is discovered, no matter whether he is asleep or awake, he cannot decide his destiny... A two-year-old boy who is asleep in the flower garden cannot be completely ignored.

Wang An slept for a while and woke up again. It was already dark and the heat began to fade away. He felt much more comfortable in the flower bed. After eating the remaining bun, his lips felt a little dry and he felt uncomfortable being wiped by steamed buns. But there was no way. With the secreted saliva, he ate the whole bun... Until tomorrow morning, he had to have enough energy to complete what he wanted to do.

In Wang An's plan, what he has to do is very simple and easy. Meticulous investigation and planning determine the success rate of the plan, and the final result often only depends on the execution ability of the executor.

Wang An felt that it was a very exciting and anticipated challenge to achieve it with a two-year-old body.

Staying in the boring flower garden all day is not something that ordinary people can do easily. Wang An does not lack this kind of patience. He is very calm and sorting out the plans he has made before to ensure that everything is foolproof.

"Ma Xiangdong, born in Hangzhou, Zhejiang in 1965, is from Hunan. He is one of the main founders of Weixiao Group. Now it should be the third year he just founded Weixiao Group. He will launch an independent third-party payment platform in 2003... In the next ten years, tens of millions of small businesses will be nurtured in the Weixiao Group ecosystem, providing more than 100 million jobs, targeting consumers of billions of consumers, and the transaction volume is calculated in trillions of dollars..." In Wang An's memory, Ma Xiangdong is far less glorious than ten years later. He is now living in an ordinary residential area in Zhonghai.

Wang An needs Ma Xiangdong's help. Of course, at the age of two, he cannot become Ma Xiangdong's rising partner, and he is even more unlikely to incite Ma Xiangdong to deal with the current behemoth Anxiu Trading Company. What he has to do is to be Ma Xiangdong's son.

Wang An has already struggled once. He knew very well that having a successful father, he had to work harder for more than ten or twenty years. What he had to do was not prove himself, but to gather more resources and complete his plan.
Chapter completed!