Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

He was only twelve or thirteen years old at the time. He was just protecting his self-esteem and never thought that the call would actually be answered.

Later, when he recalled the incident again, he realized that teachers in schools also used phone booths, but they usually used coin-operated telephone booths.

If the previous person hangs up soon, considering that the user may enter the wrong number, the phone booth will not give him change directly, but will wait for two or three minutes.

During this period, if someone calls, there is no additional charge.

Yuan Jiaxiang hesitated for a long time, and the man over there asked: "Are you a student from No. 6 Middle School who signed up to visit the magazine? Please tell me your name and student number, and I will arrange a time for you to visit."

He stayed for a while. Xinhe Magazine often held activities for students with outstanding academic performance to visit and study, but it was usually not Yuan Jiaxiang's turn.

He didn't sign up, which only means that the people at the magazine made a mistake.

Maybe there happened to be someone who couldn't go to visit and picked up this leak by himself?

"My name is Yuan Jiaxiang, and my student ID is..." He reported his information.

There was the sound of typing on the keyboard on the other end of the phone. After a moment, the man said, "Okay, this Saturday morning at nine o'clock sharp, is it convenient for you?"

"It's convenient for me."

"Then we have agreed to meet in front of the magazine. Let me think about it, if you take the bus from the entrance of your school, you will have to transfer several times..."

Yuan Jiaxiang said quickly: "I have a bicycle, I can ride there."

"Do you have a bicycle? That would be great. I look forward to meeting you. Goodbye!"

He often wonders, if he really visited Xinhe Magazine, would his fate be different?

He won't drop out of school prematurely and probably won't acquire a large fortune, but at the same time, he won't have to suffer from illness.

However, because his sister's condition suddenly became more serious, he had to take her to the hospital with his mother.

He did not go to Cheng Xinhe Magazine, and he did not go to Cheng Xinhe for the next few decades.

Chu Yao fell into Yuan Jiaxiang's memories, and Chen Peiwen thought that her cousin was in a low mood, and continued: "There are no useful phone booths now, Xinhe Magazine... Oh, you didn't know, it was demolished two years ago. "

Times are changing so fast that there will be earth-shaking changes overnight.

Since the advent of the Internet, print media has also been declining.

However, as a long-established magazine with content suitable for all ages, Xinhe Magazine can still sustain itself.

As an investor in the industry in her hometown, Chen Peiwen also attended the meeting of Xinhe Magazine. In the end, several investors believed that Xinhe Magazine still had potential and were willing to inject capital.

A few days later, Xinhe Magazine fell apart internally.

Chen Peiwen didn’t know the reason. She only knew that all the original staff had resigned, and the landmark magazine in her hometown would be demolished within a few months.

Today, the place is in ruins, the stairs have been demolished down to the last two floors, and the construction project has been suspended due to unpaid wages.

The police's focus is not on the magazine's survival, but on the lack of surveillance near the magazine.

In other words, based on the location information they received, they had no way of knowing the identity and appearance of the kidnapper.

He was careful not to leave any fingerprints or hair near the phone booth. After leaving his voice message, he deliberately took the phone down.

The purpose of this is to prevent people from dialing the phone booth number.