Zhang Qiansheng is only a little comfortable at home, this will Zhang Qiansheng can be considered to have figured it out, being in a coma for so long must be a transition from returning from the Three Kingdoms, crossing this kind of thing is really difficult to explain, Zhang Qiansheng can't find any valuable news or other information, so he has to guess so, and he doesn't dare to go out to say it, this must not be regarded as a treasure by the media. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When he returned home, Zhang Qiansheng searched all the historical materials and the Internet, but he didn't find the Three Kingdoms that were similar to his crossing, Zhang Qiansheng was dumbfounded for a while, what the hell is going on? There is no record of Zhou Cheng, Zhang Kunsheng, Peng Lai and others in the history books, Zhang Qiansheng was confused, could it be that he crossed a fake place? Zhang Qiansheng didn't want to dwell on it so much, for him, he had just come back in half a year, and he was still in pain, so he should have a good rest and ask the leader for a leave by the way.

"Mr. Wang, I was unwell two days ago, and my brother asked me for leave." Zhang Qiansheng picked up his mobile phone.

"Xiao Zhang, are you feeling better? Listening to your brother's accent, it's very serious, I fainted and couldn't wake up. Mr. Wang's voice was a little thick, and he asked with a little concern.

"It's much better, thank you Mr. Wang for your concern." Zhang Qiansheng responded, unconsciously bent his waist, this is a problem left by the leader, and he feels that the leader is in front of him when he makes a phone call. "I'll come to work after two days off!" Zhang Qiansheng said to Mr. Wang.

"You can recuperate with peace of mind, I have sent your illness note to the personnel department, and the project you are responsible for has also been handed over to others."

"Mr. Ke Wang ......"

"Okay, recuperate in peace and go to work in a week." Mr. Wang hung up the phone in a hurry, Zhang Qiansheng was really angry, he gave his project to others so casually, this is simply a robber, Zhang Qiansheng wanted to scold, but now his family members didn't dare to say it, a picture suddenly appeared in Zhang Qiansheng's mind: On the battlefield of the Three Kingdoms, Mr. Wang stood in front of him, and Zhang Qiansheng slashed down......

Zhang Qiansheng was up and down in his heart, he came back like this, he really didn't know what to do with other people in that world? Whether he was killed or won the war, Zhang Qiansheng felt that he should have won, after all, at least he was alone, Zhang Qiansheng thought so, he was still very anxious, he didn't know how to go back, and he didn't know how to meet ripples, Zhang Qiansheng's mind was full of ripples, thinking about it day and night.

"Drink a glass of milk and go to sleep!" Zhang Kunsheng pushed the door in, twisting in.

"I said you can't be a man?" Zhang Qiansheng couldn't help it, in the past six months of the Three Kingdoms, he had seen the appearance of that masculine brother, and when he came back and saw this at home, he was really disgusted and unpleasant.

"You kid, really, what's wrong with me like this? Disturbing the people? Affected the cityscape? Zhang Kunsheng didn't want to argue with Zhang Qiansheng, so he closed the door and left.

"Did you say there would be parallel universes?" Zhang Qiansheng was lying on the bed, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar ceiling, his own balcony!

"Balcony!" Zhang Qiansheng was excited, stood up with a self-muttering voice, walked to the balcony, the same evening breeze blew on his face, Zhang Qiansheng looked at the street lamp in front of him, it had been repaired, there was nothing abnormal about the street lamp, it had just been replaced, it was the brightest bulb in the neighborhood, Zhang Qiansheng felt lost: Does this mean that he can never go back to the Three Kingdoms.

Zhang Qiansheng picked up a cigarette from the table, lit the fire, took a puff, and slowly spit it out.

"It's been a long time since I've smoked it!" Zhang Qiansheng looked at the burning cigarette at his fingertips, but what he saw was the smoke of the war of the Three Kingdoms.

Zhang Qiansheng couldn't sleep, sitting on the balcony, now the night in Hefei in April was a little cool, Zhang Qiansheng sneezed, the trembling all over his body made the wound and back muscles a little sore.

The night passed like this, and when he woke up, his back didn't hurt so much, Zhang Qiansheng looked at the sunlight spilling in outside: "I'm the next Ao, I've slept, ripples!" Zhang Qiansheng ran up and was stunned -- this is modern times, not ancient times. Zhang Qiansheng is a little lost, he has only been to the Three Kingdoms for more than half a year, and he has already changed too much, Zhang Qiansheng has something stirring, and he can always hear the ripples calling for his voice in his ears. Zhang Qiansheng turned around and lay down on the boat again, feeling that everything was chaotic, and he was now confused with the two eras.

"I'm job-hopping!" Zhang Kunsheng opened Zhang Qiansheng's door and walked in.

"Why did you jump again?" Zhang Qiansheng asked, his head still hurting.

"It was not good before, but now this is okay, Xiansheng Group, a good Internet trading company, I will serve as the deputy leader of the system development team." Zhang Kunsheng is a little proud, Zhang Kunsheng is good at system software development, which is like a fish in water, but when it is the most different, Zhang Kunsheng is the most unmanly among IT men, subverting people's understanding of IT men.

"Not bad, congratulations." Zhang Qiansheng's casual blurt made Zhang Kunsheng realize that he was preoccupied.

"What's the matter, do you want to go out for a walk together, I'm going to an interview in the afternoon, you just wait for me outside, in fact, it's just a process, I've communicated, I'm fully qualified." Zhang Kunsheng said.

"Go!" Zhang Qiansheng didn't think twice.

Xiansheng Group, located in a high-end business district, is a bullish Internet trading company, and it took a lot of effort for Zhang Kunsheng to come here. After getting out of the car, Zhang Qiansheng and Zhang Kunsheng walked into the magnificent building.

"Hello, what can I do for you?" As soon as they entered the door, the innocent and lovely front desk lady greeted the two brothers.

"I'm here for the final interview!" Zhang Kunsheng took out his interview letter.

"Okay, please take the elevator to the 22nd floor, the general manager's office." The front desk lady said with a smile, Zhang Qiansheng felt that the eyebrows at the front desk were a little thick, and he took off a crayon Xiaoxin.

When he reached the 22nd floor, Zhang Kunsheng asked Zhang Qiansheng to wait outside, and he entered the office by himself, Zhang Qiansheng walked around, not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, a familiar figure walked up from the other side of the hallway - a blue suit, neat short hair, a familiar face......

"Xu Hong!" Zhang Qiansheng was shocked, standing there the whole person was a little blindfolded, Zhang Qiansheng looked at Xu Hong, his face was already tense, Xu Hong walked over here, as if he didn't know Zhang Qiansheng.

"The final interview is underway here!" Xu Hong's garrison arrived outside the door of Zhang Kunsheng's interview, and the secretary on the side said.

Xu Hong turned around and looked at Zhang Qiansheng, and Xu Hong walked over.

"Are you here for an interview too?" Xu Hong opened his mouth and said to Zhang Qiansheng.

"No...... Don't ......" Zhang Qiansheng was a little overwhelmed, afraid that what was in front of him was a bad person, and he didn't dare to breathe when he stood there.

"Okay." Xu Hong, who was in front of him, took out a civilian film from his suit pocket and walked away.

"CEO of Xiansheng Group - Xu Hong!" These words are printed on it.

Zhang Qiansheng let out a cold sweat, he couldn't imagine that this modern person who looked exactly like Xu Hong was really called Xu Hong! Zhang Qiansheng was a little uneasy in his heart, and always felt that something was going to happen, so Zhang Qiansheng put the folk film in his pocket.