A perfect life begins with changing the timeline.

They said they were waiting for news, but in reality, a whole day passed without a single word.

As it neared the end of the workday, Sui Kuan, finally unable to contain himself any longer, urged Li Mu:

"Shall we go ask them?"

"There's no need for that. It's just a matter of whether it gets rejected or approved. Either way, you have to ask the boss... Do you dare ask the boss?"

"You can ask Sister Fang."

"There's no need."

"Why wouldn't it be necessary!"

Sui Kuan suddenly became a little anxious:

"If this article gets published, we'll have a very high chance of getting permanent positions. Aren't you in a hurry?"

"I think it's better to be patient."

Li Mu spoke succinctly, then glanced at the time.

Perfect timing, 5:01.

So, with his mind preoccupied with the day's "dreams," he picked up his bag and got up:

"Besides, it's already past closing time. You don't want to leave your boss with the impression that you're impatient, do you?... I'm leaving now."

"Hey you..."

Sui Kuan was increasingly speechless, but Li Mu said no more, simply picked up his bag, clocked out, and left work.

Fatty Sui could only watch him leave, hesitating for a moment at his workstation... In the end, Li Mu's words had worked. He didn't go back to the editing room, but instead clocked out with a belly full of doubts and expectations.

Li Mu also took the bus back to Xian Village.

He wondered if it was just his imagination, but even though he had moved to a new house just yesterday, everything in Xian Village gave him a sense of absurdity, as if he were in another world.

He carefully recalled everything from his first dream, from the food and drink to the gray suit he wore that day... After everything was prepared, he returned to his rented room.

With a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor) and a bag of rice noodle rolls to fill his stomach, he changed into his gray suit and unscrewed the bottle.

The smell of the wine made him grimace, but no matter what, his expression hardened.

He tilted his head back forcefully...

Tons tons tons tons.

He drank it down quickly and forcefully. After taking a big gulp of the spicy liquor, a burning and stinging sensation immediately swept through his entire body.

He put down the bottle, quickly ate a bite of rice noodle roll, and then took another big gulp.

Anyone who drinks frequently knows that there are only two ways to get drunk quickly with baijiu (Chinese liquor): 1. Drink on an empty stomach. 2. Drink quickly and forcefully.

He has both.

In less than twenty minutes, after downing a pound of liquor, he had only eaten half a serving of rice noodle rolls.

But he stopped eating and instead sat in the room, lost in thought.

The rented room was unbearably hot and stuffy without a fan, but it helped to "dissipate" the alcohol.

Around 6:30, he started to feel dizzy and lightheaded.

So, after going to the bathroom, he landed headfirst on the bed.

then……

At four in the morning, he opened his eyes with a complex expression.

Another dreamless night.

……

"Holy crap, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing Li Mu's bloodshot eyes, Sui Kuan let out a strange cry:

Are you sick?

"……fine."

Li Mu shook his head and pointed to the time clock behind him:

"Go ahead and clock in."

As he spoke, he walked out of the office, holding a cup of millet porridge in his hand, and began to stare blankly.

Less than a minute later, Sui Kuan came out again:

"What happened?"

"...No."

Li Mu shook his head again, but he was indeed quite irritated.

This is the truth.

After thinking for a moment, he said:

"I had a dream last night that I was the one who won the lottery."

"..."

Sui Kuan's lips twitched, thinking to himself, "You're really out of your mind."

But it was precisely this reason that led him to believe that Li Mu was agitated because of a "dream of the yellow millet," so he laughed and said:

"Ha, don't even think about it. How could such luck possibly befall us?"

"..."

Li Mu felt even more heartbroken.

There's a sense of unexpected misfortune.

Just then, he heard Sui Kuan say:

"Besides, even if you did win fifty million, do you know how to spend it?"

"Well……"

Li Mu was speechless for a moment.

But Sui Kuan seemed intrigued and continued, following his own words:

"If it were me... I would definitely quit my job immediately. Then I would do as Mr. Lin suggested and go traveling. To America, Canada, Switzerland..."

"But you can't stay away forever, can you?"

"Definitely. Nobody can stand traveling every day... Oh right, I also need to buy a car."

"...Buy a car?"

"Yeah, buy a Ferrari, those cars are so damn cool. But they're too expensive, two or three million, tsk tsk tsk."

At this point, Fatty Sui looked on with envy:

"I saw it once in my hometown, walking down the street... wow, it was so attractive! And the girl in the passenger seat was especially beautiful! Tsk tsk tsk, buy a Ferrari, pick up girls every day, put the rest of the money in the bank, find someone to help you get a higher interest rate, 5% or 6% a year, and you'll never have to worry about food and drink for the rest of your life."

If he said something else, Li Mu probably wouldn't be interested.

But upon hearing "find someone, get some interest," he immediately became interested:

"What do you mean? Interest rates can change? Aren't they all regulated by the government?"

"National regulations are national regulations, but banks also have quotas for large customer deposits."

"?"

Seeing Li Mu looking at him with curiosity, Sui Kuan shrugged:

"My relative owns a fertilizer factory, and all his money is deposited in the Agricultural Bank of China in our area. To encourage him to deposit, the Agricultural Bank offered him 5% interest, even though the nationally stipulated interest rate is 2.25%. He deposited two million yuan, which would earn him 100,000 yuan in interest per year."

"????"

Li Mu was instantly dumbfounded.

Can you do this?

That's bullshit, isn't it?

How can the interest rate stipulated by the state be changed?

Clearly, Sui Kuan's words were like opening a door to a new world for a rural student whose first bank card was only obtained at the school's request.

"Really? Ordinary people can negotiate interest rates with banks?"

"Of course it's true."

So, Sui Kuan began to educate Li Mu.

Through this educational session, Li Mu learned that for banks, large depositors are considered highly valuable clients, receiving dedicated VIP counters and even negotiable interest rates. The more money deposited, the higher the interest rate…

To be honest, Li Mu really learned a lot.

besides……

His mind also became more active.

The dream vanished for some unknown reason.

But the money was actually in my own bank account.

Now that there are no other ways to make money, the urgent task is to "break even".

that……

Can I do the same thing?

Ten million, that's half a million a year.

If I deposit 40 million, wouldn't I get 2 million in interest in a year?

If you keep saving, then you'll never have to worry about food and drink in this lifetime, right? Besides, banks can't go bankrupt.

With the backing of national credit, you can't find anything more reliable than the state, right?

Instantly, his eyes lit up.

It gives you a sense of "after the darkest hour comes the dawn".

Just as he was pondering how to find a bank with high interest rates, he suddenly saw Fang Xiaofang arrive at his workplace.

Fang Xiaofang also saw the two people chatting at the door, and her eyes immediately lit up:

"I was just looking for you two, Xiao Li and Xiao Sui! Your articles have been published, they'll be in the paper tomorrow. Congratulations!"

"!"

Sui Kuan's eyes immediately lit up with surprise:

"Really? Sister Fang, really!?"

"Hehe, I looked for you two last night, but you left early. Of course it's true!"

As Fang Xiaofang spoke, she looked at Li Mu.

But they found the child's eyes were completely calm.

Ok.

He has the potential to achieve great things.

She thought to herself.