The protagonist in this story, or one of the protagonists, is Xiao Zishan. i.bsp; Xiao Zishan was born in the late 1970s. He is an ordinary person: he has an ordinary family, ordinary appearance, and ordinary talent. He is not a person who is willing to work hard to make progress, so his studies are average. Thanks to the expansion of university enrollment, he has become A college student.
After Xiao Zishan graduated, he worked in several companies in the Pearl River Delta. He was fooled by unscrupulous bosses and had unrealistic dreams. Finally, he found a job with a good salary in a foreign company and worked diligently. I have been working for wages for almost six or seven years. In the blink of an eye, I am thirty, and I am still living in someone else's house. I don’t have much entertainment at ordinary times, I just like history and reading some obscure books. I had a girlfriend and lost my long-lasting virginity. But when the story happened, I could barely remember my ex-girlfriend’s face—he still belonged to the group celebrating 11.11.
The night at the beginning of our story, the weather was very bad. The dark sky was constantly flashing with lightning. This day lasted for almost half a month. Sometimes there would be heavy rain after the lightning, and sometimes there would be rolling thunder. The rumors of a major earthquake have been circulating for a long time, and we have gradually become accustomed to it. Xiao Zishan got off the bus yawning. His eyelids were swollen, his legs were weak, his head was disheveled, and he looked like a slovenly man from a working poor. He hasn't been home for a whole night or a day. As a newly promoted regional manager, in order to meet the inspection by his superiors, he had to make reports for a long time in the office, especially the whereabouts of the reimbursements one after another, which really troubled him.
To say that Xiao is a worm in the enterprise is a huge injustice. It has been less than three months since Xiao Zishan officially took up this position. In the six or seven years since I joined the company, I have been working in the basic position of regional sales representative. Leaders at all levels above have cut off one crop after another like a leek, but he exists like a leek root.
Three months ago, the leaders changed shifts again, leaving behind a pile of unexplained reports and tickets as usual. Only this time, he was assigned to be the regional manager.
If he had this position two years ago... he would definitely be grateful to the company, but at this time - Xiao Zishan just wants to say to the leaders above, whether they are past or present, they are stupid.
The company under the global economic crisis has been paralyzed since last year, and familiar colleagues in the regional office have disappeared one after another. He did the rest of the business alone and seemed very leisurely. At this time, after the appointment, there was no mention of adjusting the salary that had not been touched for many years after the promotion, and no instructions on how to conduct business were given. Based on his seven or eight years of professional experience, it is not difficult to understand that this is a precursor to preparing to abolish the regional office. He is just a stay-at-home officer. Once all matters are dealt with, he will have to pack up his bed.
But the paperwork still needs to be done... so that I can get a few more months of salary that has not been fixed for many years.
Xiao Zishan sighed for the twentieth time. He carried a large travel bag. The bag itself and the contents were all promotional gifts saved from the office over the years: everything from kitchen aprons, sweatshirts, toothbrushes to ballpoint pens. They are all small and inferior commodities. Except for a few things, he basically doesn't use them. But he still took it back very greedily--people are poor and have short ambitions--this sentence is really suitable for him.
The rental house was quite clean and tidy. After taking a shower, I became more energetic. I turned on the computer and connected to the Internet.
Orson Welles said that the lottery is a painkiller for the poor, so the Internet is the opium for people like Xiao Zishan. Whether it's online games, bbs, or online novels that he reads every day.
Before Xiao Zishan started working, he was considered a semi-artistic young man. He devoured a lot of miscellaneous books. He also liked to write and write, but his talent was limited and he didn't have the luxury of writing. After attending classes for a few years, he was completely driven out of literary and artistic novels, no matter how profound or meaningful they were - he had seen too much of all the realities of society, and he no longer needed novels to add to his feelings. . What he loves to read most are all kinds of YY novels that travel back in time and recreate history... This is probably related to the fact that as a history lover, he always has the desire to tamper with history. In short, you have to watch something every day. As he said self-deprecatingly, this is "spiritual masturbation."
In addition to daily mental masturbation, he also regularly visits several bbs. Just like a person addicted to drugs, he feels empty inside if he doesn't go. In fact, he is not a popular figure in the forum, but the various miscellaneous information, theories and knowledge provided in bbs, all kinds of debates and quarrels, The colorful human nature, even if it is the performance of some hypocrites who are Marxist-Leninist on the upper body and Ximen on the lower body, is much more interesting than a society full of masks.
On bbs, as usual, take a look at today’s hot posts first.
"I discovered a wormhole leading to the Ming Dynasty! It's absolutely true!"
Xiao Zishan couldn't help but smile when he saw this title. Are you looking stupid for reading time-travel novels these days? Or are they all dissatisfied with their current situation and eager to go to another world to start anew?
Look at the post and see that it is Mr. Wen. Speaking of which, Mr. Wen is one of the "survival madmen" that Xiao Zishan admires in this BBS. Not to mention the breadth of knowledge, it is rare to consider the issues of time travel and survival in such detail. It's a pity that Mr. Wen doesn't write time-travel novels, otherwise I would definitely want to read his novel Xiao Zishan--of course only the pirated version.
"It's Mr. Wen's new idea again." Xiao Zishan clicked on the post casually. At this point, his world also changed.
To put it in cliché terms, it is "the wheel of fate begins to turn."
A week later.
"Is this a wormhole?" Xiao Zishan carefully looked at the light body in front of him. Strictly speaking, this is an irregular round shape with a slight bluish light. It is not very different from the wormhole he imagined. The difference is that the light is not strong and the size is much smaller. There is only one in the bathroom. The size of a mirror.
"It's very small." Wang Luobin said. Like Xiao Zishan, he was one of the first people who decided to come and take a look after communicating with Mr. Wen.
"The edge can be expanded by applying a certain amount of pressure." Wen Desi sat on the lid of the toilet. The bathroom seemed a bit crowded with three people crammed in. "This hole can be expanded or reduced, as long as a certain amount of pressure is applied symmetrically in the diameter direction. Just use force. The expansion and contraction of the hole are synchronized in both space and time." Wen Desi explained, "When the hole is reduced to 21 omm, the wormhole will be closed and cannot connect time and space."
"Is it really possible to travel back and forth?" In Xiao Zishan's impression, time travel is one-way, and it is basically either hit by a car or struck by lightning. The most gentle thing is that it is lost, and the characteristic is that you can never go back.
"If you can't come back, I won't be able to post, and you won't be able to get here." He said, "I estimate that the location after the time travel should be consistent with the place where the time travel occurred."
"You should buy lottery tickets, Mr. Wen." Xiao Zishan murmured to himself, "The probability of finding a wormhole in the bathroom is lower than the chance of winning the jackpot."
"Isn't this the jackpot?" Wen Desi smiled contentedly, "Is there a lottery ticket that can win you a world?"
"Mr. Wen, haven't you always said that single-player, two-way, low-key time travel is the way to go?" Wang Luobin thought of the discussion about time travel on BBS back then.
"That's right." Wen Desi pointed at the wormhole, "Do you know what's behind that? It's a world!" He waved his arms excitedly, "Through it, I can own an earth and a universe!"
"You alone conquer the world?" Xiao Zishan expressed serious doubts.
"That's why I wrote that post..." Wen Desi seemed unwilling to accept it, "Besides, the other side is not a pleasant time and space."
"What time and space?"
"Probably during the Tianqi years. I found the Tianqi Tongbao."
Xiao Zishan and Wang Luobin both took a breath of air - the new world Mr. Wen found was an era where father-in-laws were rampant.
