"Comrade, wake up. The train has arrived!”
In his daze, Zhou Feng felt someone calling him. He slowly opened his eyes and saw the beautiful woman in an old-fashioned blue uniform beside him. He instantly shivered and his sleepiness disappeared.
He had stayed up late at home to finish playing Love in the Courtyard. He was so angry that he didn't sleep the whole night. He finally fell asleep at dawn. How did he end up here in the blink of an eye?
"Where is this place?"
Zhou Feng asked tentatively with a dumbfounded expression. However, he was thinking in his heart, did he transmigrate? As an old bookworm, he had read a lot of stories about transmigration.
Looking at the bus carriage that was filled with a sense of age, Zhou Feng did not think that someone would spend so much money to prank him.
Then the only explanation was that he might have transmigrated, but he did not know where he had transmigrated to and what era he was in.
"Comrade, are you in a daze? This was the final stop, the Red Star Rolling Mill!”
Looking at the confused young man, the flight attendant sighed. Although this young man was quite handsome, he looked silly. He probably hadn't seen much of the world.
After listening to the flight attendant's introduction, Zhou Feng suddenly felt a sharp pain in his mind. A memory that did not belong to him surfaced in his mind.
Zhou Feng closed his eyes in pain and began to slowly receive the memories in his mind.
"Comrade, comrade, are you alright? Do you need a doctor?"
Seeing Zhou Feng's pained expression, the flight attendant started to panic. Was this person sick?
After a while, Zhou Feng returned to normal. He quickly waved his hand and said," I'm fine, I'm fine. It's just that my old injuries have relapsed. I'm much better now.”
As he finished receiving the memories, Zhou Feng finally understood his current situation. He had transmigrated to the movie world of Love in the Courtyard.
And his identity was actually a retired soldier who had retired from the army due to injury and was placed in the Red Star Rolling Mill. What was worse was that he had a cousin named He Yuzhu.
That's right, it was the chef of the rolling mill called Second Merchant, He Yuzhu.
When he thought about how his cousin was that second-rate merchant, Zhou Feng felt a headache coming on. When they were watching TV, Zhou Feng had a lot of opinions about He Yuzhu.
In the face of a selfish widow like Qin Huairu, how could he be a scapegoat with a clear conscience?
Retracting his thoughts, Zhou Feng took his luggage from the luggage rack and prepared to leave the station.
Since he had already transmigrated, Zhou Feng had made up his mind to live well in this world. And the reason for this confidence was because of the mysterious space in his mind.
Yes, Zhou Feng had transmigrated and obtained a cheat, a mysterious space.
Although he did not know the function of this space, since there was a space, it must have an extraordinary function.
Zhou Feng hurriedly got off the bus and prepared to find a place with no one around so that he could figure out the purpose of this space.
Yanjing was indeed the capital of the country. As soon as he got out of the bus, he could feel the surging crowd. Zhou Feng wandered around the bus stop for a long time before he found an empty dead end and began to experiment with his space.
Zhou Feng immediately understood the function of this space when he sent his consciousness into his sea of consciousness.
The space was not big, only about 100 cubic meters. Although it was not big, it had a powerful function.
That was that this space had a copying function. This was awesome, although the energy of the space could only be copied once a day.
However, in an era where resources were scarce, having such a golden finger was simply an invincible existence.
Zhou Feng put his few belongings in his space and walked towards the rolling mill.
He had retired due to injury, and the army had given him a job transfer. His new job was to be assigned to the security department of the Red Star Rolling Mill as a deputy section chief.
On the way to the rolling mill, Zhou Feng was overjoyed. He did not expect that as a fat otaku, he would one day become a national cadre.
Standing in front of the huge gate of the rolling mill, Zhou Feng was excited. This was where he would work in the future.
Although Zhou Feng was only a deputy section chief after he had been transferred to another profession, he was still a section chief in this era. He enjoyed the treatment of a section chief. This step was considered to have entered the ranks of the cadre.
Moreover, his physical age was only 22 years old. As a 22-year-old section-level cadre, as long as he did not court death in the future, his future was boundless.
"Sigh! The one standing over there, what are you doing? Is there anything wrong? Don't block the entrance of the factory!"
Just as Zhou Feng was feeling emotional, a discordant voice broke the silence. Zhou Feng was pulled back from his thoughts.
Zhou Feng turned to look in the direction of the voice and saw a young man with a slanted hat and a cigarette in his mouth staring at Zhou Feng warily in the reception room.
Looking at this roguish young man, Zhou Feng's good mood was instantly ruined. He did not say anything and just stared at him quietly.
Seeing that Zhou Feng didn't say anything and was only looking at him, this young man immediately? He was unhappy and scolded loudly,
"Hey! I'm talking about you! Are you deaf or are you pretending not to hear me? What are you doing?"
As he spoke, the young man walked out from the gate and glared at Zhou Feng with an unfriendly expression.
"Don't worry about what I do for a while. Is this how you work? Is this how you treat the people?”
Zhou Feng's expression turned cold when he saw the young man's attitude. Although he knew a little about the working attitude of workers in this era, he was still a little worried.
However, he did not expect the security personnel of a key enterprise like the Red Star Rolling Mill to have such a bad attitude.
Just as the two of them were glaring at each other, a figure rushed out of the door. That person might have something urgent to do. He only glanced at them and ran forward.
However, after taking two steps, the person immediately stopped and looked at Zhou Feng with uncertainty.
"Zhou Feng? Is it Zhou Feng?"
Zhou Feng turned around when he heard someone calling him. A familiar face instantly appeared in his mind. Who else could it be but the second vendor?
"Brother Zhu Zi! I'm Xiao Yi!"
"Haha, it really is you. I knew you looked familiar, but I didn't expect it to be you.”
Hearing Zhou Feng call him Brother Zhu Zi, the second vendor was overjoyed. He quickly went forward and hugged Zhou Feng, excitedly patting Zhou Feng's back.
"Alright, alright. Brother Zhu Zi, if you continue to slap me, I'll be slapped to death by you.”
Although Zhou Feng didn't like He Yuzhu's way of doing things, he could feel that He Yuzhu's feelings for him couldn't be faked.
Just as the two of them separated, a discordant voice entered Zhou Feng's ears again.
"Hey, Second Merchant, why don't you marry a wife? Don't tell me you have some bad hobbies? The two men were actually hugging each other in broad daylight.”
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