The protagonist in this story, or one of the protagonists, is called Xiao Zishan.

Xiao Zishan was born at the end of the 70s, he was an ordinary person: his family was ordinary, his appearance was ordinary, his talent was ordinary, and he was not a person who was willing to work hard, so he studied very ordinarily, and he also became a college student thanks to the expansion of the university's enrollment.

After Xiao Zishan graduated, he stayed in several companies in the Pearl River Delta, worked as a black-hearted boss, had unrealistic dreams, and finally found a job with good pay in a foreign company, and worked diligently to get a salary - this work is almost six or seven years, and in the blink of an eye, he is thirty years old, and he still lives in someone else's house. I don't usually have much entertainment, but I love history and like to read some unpopular books. It's considered to have had a girlfriend, and he broke the virgin body that he had kept for a long time. But when the story happened, the ex-girlfriend's face was almost lost - he still belonged to the group that was going to celebrate 11.11.

On the night at the beginning of our story, the weather was very bad, the dark sky was constantly lightning--such days lasted for almost half a month, sometimes it would rain after lightning, sometimes it would be thunder, and the rumors of the earthquake had been spreading for a long time and I was slowly getting used to it. Xiao Zishan got off the bus with a yawn, his eyelids were swollen, his legs were sore, his hair was unkempt, and he had the sloppy style of a busy man. He hadn't been home overnight. As a newly promoted regional manager, in order to meet the inspection of his superiors, he had to make reports in the office for a long time, especially the whereabouts of the reimbursement expenses one after another, which really made him nerve-wracking.

To say that Xiao is a moth in the enterprise, it is a great wrong, Xiao Zishan has officially taken this position for less than three months. In the six or seven years since he entered the company, he has been working in the basic position of regional sales representative, and the leaders at all levels above have cut stubble after stubble like leeks, and he exists like leek roots.

Three months ago, the leaders changed shifts again, leaving behind a pile of unexplained statements and invoices as usual. Only this time, he was assigned as the district manager.

If there is this position in the morning two years...... He must be grateful to the company, but at this time, Xiao Zishan just wants to say to the leaders above, whether it was in the past or now: grass mud horse.

The company in the global economic crisis has been half-futilated since last year, and the familiar colleagues in the regional office have disappeared one after another. For the rest of the business, he does it alone, and it seems very leisurely. At this time, this appointment, after the promotion, did not mention the adjustment of the salary that had not been touched for many years, and did not give any business instructions. It is not difficult to see from his seven or eight years of professional experience - this is a precursor to the preparation for the abolition of the district office. He's just a left-behind guy, and when everything is done, he has to roll it up.

But the documentation still has to be done...... I can get a few more months for that salary that has not been touched for many years.

Xiao Zishan sighed for the twentieth time. He carried a large travel bag, from the bag itself to the contents of the bag, which were promotional giveaways from the office over the years: everything from kitchen aprons, undershirts, toothbrushes to ballpoint pens. It's all a shoddy little commodity. Except for a few things, he basically didn't use them. But he was still very greedy and took it back--he is poor and short-minded--this is really suitable for him.

The rental room was quite clean and tidy, and after taking a shower, my spirits became excited, and I turned on the computer and got on the Internet.

Orson Welles said that the lottery is a painkiller for the poor, so the Internet is the opium of people like Xiao Zishan. Whether it's an online game or a BBS, or an online novel that he reads every day.

Xiao Zishan was half a literary and artistic young man before he didn't work, he read a lot of miscellaneous books, and he also liked to dance and write, but his talent was limited and he didn't eat words. After a few years of class, literary novels, no matter how profound or meaningful, were completely expelled from him - he had read too much of all the realities of society, and he no longer needed to rely on novels to add anything to his feelings. What he likes to read the most is all kinds of YY novels that travel to the past to recreate history...... This probably has something to do with the fact that as a history buff, he always has the idea of falsifying history. In short, you have to watch it every day, as he said self-deprecatingly, this is "mental masturbation".

In addition to daily mental masturbation, he also regularly goes around several BBS. Like a drug addict, he feels empty when he doesn't go, in fact, he is not a popular figure in the altar, but the various miscellaneous information, theories and knowledge provided in the BBS, all kinds of debates, quarrels, and colorful human nature, even the performances of some hypocrites who are Marxist-Leninist on the upper body and Simon on the lower body, are much more interesting than the society full of masks.

On BBS, as usual, take a look at today's hot post.

"I found a wormhole that leads to the Ming Dynasty! Absolutely true! ”

Seeing this topic, Xiao Zishan couldn't help but smile dumbly, these days, are you stupid to read time-traveling novels? Or are they all dissatisfied with their actual situation and eager to go to another shijie to start anew?

Looking at it again, I found that the post was sent by Mr. Wen, speaking of which, Wen is always one of the "survival maniacs" that Xiao Zishan admires more on this BBS. Not to mention the breadth of knowledge, the delicate consideration of crossing and survival issues is also rare. It's a pity that Mr. Wen doesn't write time-traveling novels, otherwise his novel Xiao Zishan would definitely have to watch it - of course, he only watches pirated copies.

"It's another new idea from Mr. Wen." Xiao Zishan clicked on the post casually. At this point, his shijie has also changed.

To put it mildly, it is "the wheel of fate begins to turn".

A week later.

"This is a wormhole?" Xiao Zishan cautiously looked at the luminous body in front of him. Strictly speaking, it was an unconventional circle, with a slightly blue light, not much different from the wormhole he had imagined, except that the light was not strong and the size was much smaller, only the size of a mirror in the bathroom.

"It's small." Wang Luobin said that he, like Xiao Zishan, was also one of the first people who decided to come and see after communicating with Mr. Wen.

"A certain amount of pressure on the edge can be expanded." Wen Deji sat on the lid of the flush toilet, and the bathroom was crammed with three people, looking a little cramped, "This hole can be enlarged or narrowed, as long as a certain force is applied symmetrically in the direction of the diameter." The expansion and contraction of the hole are synchronized in both planes. "When the hole is reduced to 210 mm, the wormhole will be closed and will not be able to connect time and space. ”

"Does it really have to go back and forth?" In Xiao Zishan's impression, the crossing is one-way, basically either hit by a car or struck by lightning, the most gentle is also lost, and the general feature is that it will never go back.

"If you can't come back, I won't be able to post, and you won't be here." "I guess the location after the crossing should be the same as the place where the crossing took place," he said. ”

"You should buy a lottery ticket, Mr. Wen." Xiao Zishan muttered to himself, "Finding a wormhole in the bathroom is lower than the probability of buying a jackpot." ”

"Isn't this a jackpot?" Wen Deji smiled contentedly, "Is there a lottery ticket that can win you a shijie?" ”

"Mr. Wen, don't you keep saying: a two-way low-key crossing is the king." Wang Luobin remembered the discussion about crossing on BBS back then.

"That's right." Wen Deji pointed to the wormhole, "Do you know what's behind that?" It's a shijie! He waved his arms excitedly, "Through it, I can have an earth, a universe!" ”

"You're the only one who conquers Shijie?" Xiao Zishan was seriously skeptical.

"That's why I made that post...... "Wen Deji seemed to be unwilling, "Besides, it's not a pleasant time and space on the other side." ”

"What plane?"

"It's probably the year of the Apocalypse. I found the Apocalypse. ”

Xiao Zishan and Wang Luobin both gasped - the new shijie that Mr. Wen found was an era when father-in-law was rampant.