Future Phone Author: Fu I Zui Genre: Urban Life
Book Introduction After buying a knockoff mobile phone and dialing his own number, he unexpectedly establishes a cross-time communication with his down-and-out son fifty years in the future, and so…
“Son, do you know the winning numbers for the next 6+1 lottery?” Hao Yunyang asked on the phone while standing at the ticket sales point.
“Who knows about something from decades ago? Dad, be realistic.”
“Then, who will win the next World Cup?” Hao Yunyang continued to ask.
“Dad, I don’t watch the World Cup…”
“Then what use are you as a son?” Hao Yunyang felt hurt.
“Mom said you’ve never amounted to much in your whole life, and I never believed her until now…”
“And now?” “I believe it.” “…”
PS: This work will present a seemingly reasonable grassroots success story, step by step… The author’s character is quite solid, everyone knows… The old book “Rebirth as an Immortal” was 1.4 million characters and never stopped updating, so please bookmark and recommend.
PS: The synopsis was written casually, so don’t take it too seriously!
Chapter One: Overview
The suitcase had a pair of wheels, and dragging it on the ground wasn’t tiring. Although Hao Yunyang had left most things related to his girlfriend in the rented room, including her unwashed smelly socks, he didn’t throw away the suitcase. Hao Yunyang didn’t believe that discarding all memories after a breakup meant truly letting go. Well, or maybe he was reluctant to part with the suitcase that cost him over a hundred yuan.
From the rented room to Hao Yunyang’s workplace was nearly a twenty-minute walk. After leaving the messy immigrant village where he originally lived, not far out was a not-so-wide road. At this time, during the rush hour, the road was completely congested, with car horns honking chaotically. Hao Yunyang suddenly felt elevated, as if all worldly matters had nothing to do with him.
Dragging the suitcase through the crowded flow of people, Hao Yunyang’s uniform occasionally drew some strange glances.
“They must be envious of how good my clothes look,” Hao Yunyang thought, unconsciously revealing his usual gentle smile, already accustomed to it.
