"Don't bother me... Two, two, two, you are the same size... Your whole family is two..."
Jia Liancheng cursed vaguely, he was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes.
I turned over and covered my head with the quilt as a habit.
From Monday to Friday, you work overtime until after 10:30 every day. On Saturdays, you must "volunteer" to come to the company, and you still have to stay up after 10:30 at night. On Sundays, you must be on call at any time, but as long as you are called back to the company,
Then don’t even think about going home before 10:30.
A thirty-year-old civil engineering dog in a real estate company who is single is worse than a donkey in the production team.
Nowadays, the real estate situation is not good, and all companies are laying off employees and cutting salaries. In addition to increasing the pressure on those who are temporarily staying, they are also brainwashed by wolves every day, with various signs of dedication and struggle posted everywhere.
slogan.
What is especially hateful is the sentence behind the team leader's desk: "Why sleep for a long time during your lifetime? You will sleep forever after you die." - Every time I see this sentence, the optimistic and open-minded young man Jia Liancheng can't help complaining: Sleeping for a long time
Your sister! I have been suffering from severe sleep deprivation for more than half a year. Being able to sleep completely for a long time is more blessing than 996!
"Second Master, Second Master, something happened!"
The voice of the person next to my ear is not loud, but it is endless and tireless.
Something happened!
This word was like a needle, instantly pricking Jia Lian into sitting up, without even having time to open his eyes: "Is it on fire?"
I knew there was going to be a fire on the construction site!
Yesterday, when he went to the construction site of "Bona Water Garden" to solve problems with the design drawings, he discovered that the construction unit had changed the shape of the low fence in front of one of the buildings without permission in order to facilitate work during construction.
This kind of low fence is just for landscape effect and is not important in the first place. The project general manager didn't care at all and agreed immediately.
But Jia Liancheng, who is well versed in Feng Shui, felt his heart sink:
Isn't this a "Mars tail house"?
This year, the position of the Tai Sui star is in the northeast. According to the fleeting time, the five yellow evil stars of the mysterious sky are in the middle palace. If we artificially create a "mars trailing" shape, I am afraid that the fire evil is close at hand.
But he just opened his mouth and said: "Mr. Li, I'm afraid this modification..."
He was interrupted by the project general manager with an impatient wave of his hand: "That's it. I don't like subordinates who grind on trivial matters. That's a sign of lack of ability."
In the eyes of a group of colleagues who either laughed or sympathized, Jia Liancheng could only shut up in embarrassment.
When he opened his eyes, he was dumbfounded.
This is not his 15-square-meter rental house, nor is it the bicycle he carried upstairs because he was afraid of losing it.
This is a costume film shooting scene with extremely sophisticated costumes, makeup, and props.
Standing in front of me was a young boy dressed as a servant. He was about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was quite delicate in appearance. He was a rare "little fresh meat" with good acting skills. His anxious expression was quite well done.
"Second Master, there's no fire. I heard from people in the Lin family that Miss Lin suddenly got seriously ill and couldn't go with our family."
Jia Liancheng didn't dare to open his mouth to speak anymore and looked around doubtfully.
Why are there only actors?
Where's the director and camera? Where's the lighting and scene notes?
The "little fresh meat" next to him saw his dazed look and said that his master was still asleep, so he hurriedly explained in detail:
"The boat back to Beijing has been booked. Yuan said that we will set off on the second day of the new year. Let's go to the streets tomorrow and follow the instructions of the second grandma to buy some Yun brocade to give away. Who would have thought that Miss Lin's health was just fine in the middle of the night?
Li suddenly fell ill again. Everyone in the Lin Mansion said that Miss Lin was born with deficiencies, and she took medicine every day since she knew how to eat and drink. This time, she was particularly ill, and she couldn't even lift her head from her breath.
In fact, I really followed the words of the scabby monk three years ago, 'Except for your parents, all relatives and friends with foreign surnames should be gone, so that you can live in peace in this life.'"
These words became more and more familiar to him. When he heard "Scabby Monk", Jia Liancheng suddenly realized - this is "A Dream of Red Mansions"!
Just when he thought of the three words "Dream of Red Mansions", his brain buzzed, and countless memories and information rushed in instantly, almost overwhelming his head.
Jia Liancheng said "ouch", covered his head with both hands and fell on the bed.
Almost instantly, he understood.
Jia Liancheng, now traveled through time and became Jia Lian.
The eldest son of Mr. Jia She, the eldest son of the Rongguo Mansion, is twenty years old this year. He has been given the official title of Tongzhi with no power but is actually the chief steward of the Rongguo Mansion.
I was also a motivated young man, but two years ago I married Wang Xifeng, a beautiful and possessive careerist. Since then, I have been overshadowed by the "Feng Lazi".
He can no longer get involved in the actual affairs of the house, but he is still recognized as the most capable man among the jade men in Jia's house. This time when Lin Daiyu, the daughter of Lin Ruhai, came to Gusu to take Lin Daiyu to Beijing, it was Jia Lian who was appointed by Jia's mother to handle it.
of.
Last night, after Mr. Lian called for "the handsome young man to get angry one after another," he collapsed and was taken over by Jia Liancheng, who had worked overtime for three consecutive nights.
Overtime work pays off, lust kills people.
Jia Liancheng was extremely excited when he thought that the poor man who had been lost at the starting line since he was born and died suddenly while working overtime actually traveled through time and became the second master Lian of a wealthy family in Jinling.
Those splendid clothes and food, horses and chariots, beauties like clouds, and hordes of slaves and maids that I never dreamed of will be my daily life from now on, Jia Liancheng!
What kind of life in Versailles is this!
What's more, Jia Liancheng is by no means an idle person, let alone a wine bag and rice bag like Xue Pan. How can he be satisfied by just enjoying the aristocratic life of bells and pans?
He wants to flex his muscles and make a career on the platform of Jia Mansion.
He would like to confirm whether it is true as he once complained on the Internet: No matter who is born to be a king, he can easily make a small profit from him.
Then, he also wants to...
Wait, the ending of "Dream of Red Mansions" doesn't seem to be HE.
If this goes according to what is written in the book, and in the end the house is confiscated and the men are sent to the frontiers to work as coolies, then is Jia Liancheng working in vain, is it in vain?
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More importantly, the hard-working people in ancient times are not as good as the hard-working people in modern times.
No food, no drink, no online games, dirty, smelly, and beaten... No, it would be too cheating!
I want to change the ending!
I want to save the Red Mansion!
Jia Liancheng jumped to his feet and swore in his heart, and also complained:
Why do you want to time travel into "A Dream of Red Mansions"? Why not time travel into "Journey to the West"?
Just because there is only one word difference between Jia Liancheng and Jia Liancheng?
His name may seem ordinary, but it actually has some origins.
This was the night before he was born. His grandfather dreamed of an old man with a white goatee, who claimed to be the ancestor of the Jia family and wanted to give a wealthy name to the descendant of the Jia family who was about to be born.
His grandfather Jia Quanyou was not an ordinary person, but the only descendant of the Six Yao and Eight Houses sect of the Situation Sect. He was proficient in the art of phase, earth and feng shui. Before liberation, he was quite famous for a time and was said to be able to change fate against the will of heaven.
Perhaps it was because the change of fate was truly unnatural. Jia Quanyou married four wives, and none of them survived more than seven years after marrying him.
She gave birth to ten children one after another, but none of them lived past the age of three, and all of them died violently.
Later, Jia Quanyou finally made up his mind. First he changed his name to Jia Buquan, then he spent all his wealth and changed his feng shui.
Sure enough, three years later, at the age of forty-six, his fifth wife gave birth to another boy. He named the boy Jia Xinhua and he was finally able to raise him.
But the fate of Jia Xinhua, who was born in 1949, was completely different from what Jia Buquan had carefully deduced before. It was like pulling a cart across a long field - one step at a time.
In order to get rid of the implication caused by his background, Jia Xinhua once severed the father-son relationship with Jia Buquan, but he was still implicated in the end.
I finally returned to the city and became a worker, and was laid off. Later, I asked someone to give me gifts, and finally found a job as a sanitation worker and married a second wife.
But it was difficult to have children. I don’t know how much effort it took, but Jia Liancheng was born at the age of forty-seven. The son was born first, and the wife died later.
It's like an unlucky mother opening the door for her son - unlucky as hell.
Poor Jia Xinhua, who keeps his head down and sweeps the streets all day long to earn money to support his family. When he comes home, he still has to take care of his babbled son and his eighty-year-old father who doesn't even have a penny of pension.
For such a family, the ancestor sent a "rich name" in a dream, which is of no use!
Although Jia Buquan also realized that his Feng Shui skills had failed, he still wanted to pass on his unique secrets of reading the situation, calculating gossip, and changing fortune to his only grandson Jia Liancheng.
As long as Jia Xinhua finds out about this, he will definitely jump and slap the table and yell at his father: "It's not enough that your rags have harmed your own son! You are so old that you want to harm your grandson!"
As a result, Jia Buquan, who was in his nineties, could only act like a thief. He secretly used the money from scavenging scraps to buy the smallest package of spicy strips, and found an opportunity to coax Jia Liancheng to listen to him talk about "The Suspicious Dragon Sutra" and "Shaking the Dragon Sutra".
", "Distinguishing the Dragon Sutra".
Later, when the economy was invigorated and there was a market for Feng Shui skills, Jia Buquan came out again. However, less than half a year after his fame, his own life was ended at a "killing place" of Sword Ridge Canglong.
When he was dying, Jia Buquan held Jia Liancheng's hand tightly and told him to remember the "eight taboos against teachers" no matter what, otherwise his family would be ruined.
"Second Master, what's wrong with you? Please ask the doctor to come over and take a look?"
Xing'er's words made Jia Liancheng understand that while he could think of many of these things, the people around him could only remember them in the blink of an eye. And his headache disappeared in an instant after the information transmission was completed.
He straightened up and sat up: "You're giving me a headache with your yelling."
Seeing that he was fine, Xing'er quietly stuck out his tongue.
He has done a lot of "sticking sesame cakes" with the lustful Jia Lian on weekdays, so he is naturally more courageous.
But a slave has to do a slave's work. Seeing that his master was about to put on his shoes and get out of bed, he quickly stepped forward, knelt on the ground, held up Jia Liancheng's feet with both hands, and put on his shoes.
Jia Liancheng was so frightened that he trembled:
"Don't touch me."
Xing'er was so frightened that she trembled:
"Don't kick me, it hurts my feet carefully."
Suddenly I heard someone outside the window saying respectfully:
"Second Master Lian, there is an emergency in the house, and we have invited you."
Jia Liancheng tried his best to make his reaction fit the original owner as much as possible. After all, from now on, he is Jia Liancheng.
Xing'er is a clever ghost. Seeing his master's hesitation, he rolled his eyes and asked seriously:
"Steward Lin, our second master just woke up, what's the emergency?"
Butler Lin hesitated for a moment and then said:
"Our girl is in trouble."
Jia Lian's heart suddenly sank:
Damn it! No way?
If Sister Lin dies before she meets Jia Baoyu, then "Dream of Red Mansions" without the protagonist won't just end right?