Chapter 1 Looking handsome, the sense of substitution comes immediately
Hong Kong Island, Kowloon.
In an old residential building, a young man walked out of the kitchen with two large bowls in his hands, casually opened the newspaper on the table, and his mouth twitched when he saw the date.
The young man’s name is Liao Wenjie, and he has the same name in two lifetimes.
"Ajie, what can you make that tastes so good?"
“Instant noodles.”
"No way, we eat noodles again. You are such a good cook. What can we not eat? Do we have to eat noodles every day?"
"You are poor and lazy, I am lazy and poor."
"That makes sense!"
"Hiss Liu! Hiss Liu~~~" x2
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Before time travel, Liao Wenjie was a collector of calligraphy, painting and art. He purchased goods from down-and-out artists at low prices and resold them to suitable people at appropriate prices.
After inheriting the family business, which was the store passed down by his father, he lived a comfortable life.
It depends on your fate to do this business!
If a customer thinks which calligraphy and painting has collectible value or room for appreciation, Liao Wenjie can directly ask WeChat or Alipay without talking nonsense.
If he didn't take a fancy to it, Liao Wenjie would have boasted wildly, saying that the painter Van Gogh was the reincarnation, and that he could only wait for his life without a lot of money, but it was all in vain.
If you don't like it, you just don't like it.
I dare not say that it will last three years without opening, and it will last three years after opening, but the small life is indeed very nourishing, after all, his customers are not short of money.
His career was so-so, but his love life was also fruitful. Several girlfriends thought they were Liao Wenjie's one and only.
Therefore, he has no reason and no desire to travel through time.
Well now, I am a twenty-three-year-old fresh graduate who has just stepped out of school and is broke and has nothing.
Starting a business?
It's hard. He was able to be cool before because he inherited the connections from his father's generation. If he had to start over, he would have no idea what his life would be like.
Apart from being a few years younger this time around, everything is a loss.
Fortunately, despite his confusion, Liao Wenjie quickly accepted the reality, because his name has not changed and his appearance remains stable online.
As handsome as before time travel!
Let's put it this way, right now he is looking at Dehua on the left, Yanzu on the right, Tianle in front, Tingfeng in the back, Chaowei in the back, Guanxi in the bottom, and with his face covered he is Cheng Wu.
The sense of immersion came immediately!
The nervousness of traveling through time and the confusion of where to go in the future immediately dissipated 99%, and I was full of hope for a new life.
For no other reason than his appearance, he has already won at the starting line.
After crying goodbye to his past life and his ex-girlfriends who were about to break up, Liao Wenjie began to look forward to the future and wonder how to live a wonderful life in this life.
In fact, it doesn't matter whether he is brilliant or not, he is a very simple person.
A thatched hut, a cup of tea, an acre of land, and a deposit of 100 million, the requirements are not high, just make do with what you can get by.
Looking into the future must be realistic, and dreams must be based on reality. All aspirations and ambitions that are divorced from the basics are just daydreams.
It's a waste of time, no different from chronic suicide.
This point stumped Liao Wenjie. Maybe it was because he was in the running-in period when he traveled through time, and his body got hot from the grinding.
High fever on the spot!
The brain is not burned out, the things in the brain are burned out.
My memory is confusing and complicated. Except for the knowledge learned in books, the rest is blurry. The social background of the current era is even more confusing, as if it has been coded.
Liao Wenjie thought about it for a long time and finally had some idea. He was currently in the golden age of Hong Kong Island in the early 1990s.
It's late, but it's not the last train. It's not difficult to work hard for a good future.
Liao Wenjie knew very well what the golden age represented, and even more clearly what the early 1990s represented. Those big guys who were engaged in IT before time travel all started in this era.
In the next twenty or thirty years, nothing will be better than the Internet.
As long as he can find his first pot of gold in the golden age, he can easily reach the top of his life and become the man behind the boss by holding on to his thighs and taking advantage of the general trend.
At this time, a registered letter was sent to Liao Wenjie from Neon.
The Neon international student in the class, a standard second-generation rich man, fell in love with Liao Wenjie's mind and wanted to lure him to start a business in Neon. Even the air tickets were prepared for him.
Coincidentally, this second-generation rich man had the same idea as Liao Wenjie, and he also felt that IT was up to something.
Liao Wenjie sorted out his memory and lamented that the rich second-generation classmate had a sharp vision and far-sightedness, and then tore up the ticket.
Going to Neon to engage in IT, is it crazy or not?
Liao Wenjie scoffed. Everyone knows that Neon's IT industry has never developed. It's 9012 and there are still flip phones per capita. The old men in the office can only use fax machines, and the network minister can't send emails.
If you work in IT in Neon, you will really get your brain kicked!
Furthermore, the neon economic bubble exploded in the early 1990s, and people had to queue up to jump off buildings. Liao Wenjie was worried that there were too many people on the rooftop and he wouldn't be able to squeeze in.
Rejection is rejection, and good intentions must be understood with sincerity, so rejection must be tactful. After all, rich second-generation students are not found every year, and this interpersonal resource cannot be wasted.
Liao Wenjie wrote 2,000 words, saying that he was suddenly seriously ill and wanted to work together, but his body did not agree. When the treatment is completed in the future, he will definitely go to Neon in person, which is not a waste of friendship as a classmate.
The writing style is sophisticated, sensational and moving, and at the end, add "Martial Arts is Long and Prosperous", and that's it.
Well, put in two more eye drops to highlight the sadness when writing the letter.
That is to say, it is a serious illness, not an incurable disease, otherwise he can sprinkle some red medicine on it.
Silently blessing Neon's kick, Liao Wenjie continues to plan for the future and how to dig out his first pot of gold in the golden age.
First of all, it is impossible to work part-time. If you work for others, you will never become a boss in your life. Even if you do, it will only be temporary.
Liao Wenjies thought about it and decided to be realistic and first consider where to stay tonight.
A few years ago, his parents died in a traffic accident. The only inheritance was insurance, which he used to study in college.
The reality is cruel. Graduation means being homeless. If you don't think of a way, you can only sleep on the street tonight.
Especially for someone as handsome as him, the risk is extremely high. He may die if he falls asleep.
After sorting out the interpersonal relationships in his mind, it was mainly his classmates. The male classmates were all jealous of his status as the school boy, so it was unlikely that he would stay overnight.
The female classmates secretly expressed their wishes, but he didn't dare. Boys must protect themselves when they go out, and girls cannot take advantage of them.
Besides, temporary lodging is okay, but if you stay for a long time, what will the other parent think?
Nine times out of ten, it's the same as sleeping on the street. As long as people live there, they'll disappear.
If people are really in an emergency, they have to rely on relatives.
Uncles, seven aunts and eight aunts...
Sorry, my family tree has never been this rich.
Liao Wenjie sat quietly to sort out his thoughts, and dug out a useful clue from the chaotic memory. There was a wealthy relative in his parents' family. He met him at the funeral a few years ago. He was quite kind. He might be able to provide him with a three-bedroom apartment.
I found the phone number of Cao Dahua, a relative of the wealthy man, in the phone book, and I contacted him half a day later. Liao Wenjie explained the current situation. Cao Dahua was very happy and said that we were all related and he would be happy to help if there was any difficulty.
Liao Wenjie went to the villa with joy, and then walked into the two-bedroom apartment, Cao Dahua's home, with a confused look on his face.
The reality is this. Rich relatives are probably bragging, and poor relatives are probably really poor.
If you don't have money, you don't have money. Liao Wenjie didn't come here to take advantage, so he just put down his courtesy and settled in.
When he first heard the name of Cao Dahua, Liao Wenjie didn't think much about it. When he met him, he felt more and more wrong.
So similar!
The appearance is not bad, and the three-point similarity can be said to be a coincidence. However, among the ten god tablets at Cao Dahua's home, nine have names written on them, and one is used as a backup, which can almost be said to indicate Cao Dahua's identity.
Liao Wenjie refused to give up and asked who the relatives on the god's card were. Cao Dahua hesitated and led them over in a few words.
At this point, he was sure in his heart that if everything goes well, he would have traveled to the world of the movie "Truy to School".
Cao Dahua is one of the main plot characters, Uncle Da, who is an undercover police officer.
This discovery made Liao Wenjie's scalp numb. Although the movie is based on reality, it is two concepts and two different worlds.
The history in his mind and his foresight are completely inapplicable in the world of "Play Back to School".
Feeling confused again in the future, Liao Wenjie shook his stiff neck, picked up the newspaper at hand, pretended to read, but actually took a deep breath to calm down.
I didn't press it properly and I was frightened again.
Today's headline news, the 'God of Gambling' Gao Jin defeated the neon master in a row, winning two out of three games easily with a straight score of 2-0.
Liao Wenjie looked back and forth three times to make sure he was not dazzled, then sat on the sofa and doubted his life.
The world he traveled through was too complicated...
The next day, Liao Wenjie discovered that he was really young and that the complexity of the world was more serious than he imagined.
The date of yesterday, the 12th, suddenly changed to the 8th today. He thought that the newspaper ordered by Cao Dahua was delivered wrong, but Cao Dahua said that yesterday was the 7th and today is the 8th, no problem.
Liao Wenjie felt that Cao Dahua was sleeping stupidly, and Cao Dahua also felt the same. The former took out yesterday's newspaper, and the headline was still Gao Jin, but the date was exactly what Cao Dahua said.
Cao Dahua did not fall asleep, and neither did Liao Wenjie. It was the world that was wrong.
In the next few days, Liao Wenjie read the newspaper every day. The date did not change every day, but only came back every now and then.
This is worse, there is no pattern at all.
Liao Wenjie finally saw it. He was the only one who noticed the irregular changes in dates, and no one else felt anything unusual.
When everyone is sick and you are the only one who is healthy, there is no need to think that you must be sick.
Fortunately, people's memories did not jump or clear as the dates jumped around, otherwise Liao Wenjie would be tortured to death just by going back.
He lamented that it seemed like he had to spend a long time getting used to this world before planning his life.
In this way, Liao Wenjie lived in Cao Dahua's house for a month. He stayed at the door all day long, either reading newspapers or watching TV news, and had to listen to a radio broadcast before going to bed.