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Can this really be called a coincidence?

The first time might have been a lucky accident, but he had already run more than 30 meters, and Lei was still chasing him so accurately.

Does thunder recognize people too?

Xu Fugui dared not stand outside any longer and turned to hide in the crowd.

Crackling sounds!

The fourth bolt of lightning struck as well, passing through the crowd with such precision it was as if it had been measured with a ruler, and still hit him!

My body only felt numb for a moment, similar to being hit by static electricity; it didn't cause any serious injury.

But this feeling is even worse than being beaten up—it feels like the whole sky is pointing fingers at you and cursing you!

He became increasingly panicked as he ran, and finally rushed into the stairwell next door, where he huddled in a corner, panting.

"This time it should be...safe, right..."

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Five, six, seven... In less than ten minutes, the sky struck down more than forty times in a row, as if it didn't care about its own life!

He always shoulders the burden alone!

He had nowhere to hide or dodge. He ran up and down the stairs, and even when he peeked into the basement, Lei chased him in and hit him!

Finally, he became paralyzed.

His face was covered in dust, a corner of his clothes was scorched, and his hair was a mess like a bird's nest. He shakily crawled out of the stairwell, his knees buckled, and he knelt down with a thud in the center of the square, looking up and shouting:

"I was wrong!! I broke it!! I accidentally damaged the projector!! It wasn't Liu Dong!! Please, God!! Please stop striking me down!! Have mercy on me!!"

His voice was trembling.

As soon as he finished speaking—

All sounds are silent.

The sky was as blue as if it had been washed, the wind had stopped, and the thunder had completely disappeared.

It was as if nothing had happened.

"Waaaaah... Waaaaah..."

Xu Fugui plopped down on the ground, covered his face and wailed, his face covered in tears and snot, completely devastated.

Hundreds of employees gathered around, pointing and whispering, their opinions swirling.

"My God, so this guy broke it himself?"

"Pretending to frame someone is truly despicable!"

"Hey, what was the name of that young man who took the blame for him before?"

"Liu Dong!"

"Yes! Liu Dong!"

"With Xu Fugui's character, how dare he try to control what others think?"

"Absolutely! It's disgusting!"

He got angrier and angrier as he talked, spitting everywhere.

Deputy Factory Director Li's face turned pale and then red, wishing he could disappear into the ground.

He knew very well that Xu Fugui was not an ordinary worker.

Although the title of film projectionist may sound insignificant, his true identity is that of a "thought reformer," a "political backbone" specially transferred from outside the factory to help everyone "correct their thinking."

Now look what's happened; the teacher who taught people how to be decent human beings has himself fallen from grace, his moral compass exposed.

How can I have the nerve to lecture others in the future?

Just as things were getting awkward, Liu Dong slowly walked out of the office building.

He had to show up at this time.

He stepped into the middle of the crowd and said in a clear voice, "Fellow neighbors, the facts are before our eyes. I don't need to say more, do I? Xu Fugui himself admitted that he broke the machine himself!"

"It has absolutely nothing to do with me, Liu Dong!"

Everyone nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with disdain as they looked at Xu Fugui.

Deputy Factory Director Li took a deep breath, stepped forward, and said to Liu Dong, "Xiao Liu, I was misled by slander and wronged you... I'm sorry! I promise I will report this matter truthfully to my superiors and give everyone an explanation!"

"I will definitely clear your name!"

"Thank you for your understanding, leader." Liu Dong smiled, turned around and pointed to the broken projector, saying, "Deputy Factory Director Li, this thing doesn't seem to have a complicated structure. I know a bit about mechanical and optical components. Can you let me see what's wrong?"

"Maybe I can fix it."

"Okay! Give it a try!" Deputy Factory Director Li immediately agreed.

He turned and yelled again, "Xu Fugui! You come here!"

He grabbed the dejected Xu Fugui and dragged him away.

The crowd dispersed.

Liu Dong stood in front of the projector and started fiddling with it.

He's a time traveler from the 21st century, and he's handled countless electronic devices and optical instruments in his lifetime. He can disassemble and reassemble anything, from an old-fashioned projector to a satellite navigation system.

The principle? The structure? It's just a bunch of gears, lenses, and circuits.

Even the most advanced things are still made by humans, aren't they?

"Are you worried it doesn't have an instruction manual?" Liu Dong squatted down and rummaged around for a while, quickly finding an instruction manual in the projector's bag. The manual was clearly written on the paper: which part to put where, what it's for, how to turn it on, how to turn it off, how to maintain it—it was all listed out.

He glanced at it briefly and got a general idea of ​​what was going on; showing movies wasn't difficult at all.

Damn... Xu Fugui is keeping something of this caliber hidden away like a treasure? Afraid people will learn it? Who cares!

I followed the instructions and the machine worked perfectly, but the light box still wouldn't light up.

Liu Dong called over two coworkers, and together they brought the tools, unscrewed the screws on the light box cover, and inside lay a spotlight—the kind of thing specifically used for lighting.

The light was plugged in, but it wouldn't turn on. Upon closer inspection, the filament was intact, and the bulb itself wasn't burnt out; it was perfectly clean.

Weird.

It's probably due to poor contact?

He reached out and touched it lightly, and sure enough, the light flickered a few times, proving it wasn't sturdy at all.

I glanced down at the booth, and lo and behold... the base was loose; it had come detached long ago.

pat!

Without a word, Liu Dong pressed the spotlights back into place and snapped them shut. Instantly, a blinding beam of light shot out from the lens, illuminating half the wall.

"alright?"

The surrounding workers immediately erupted in chaos, all shouting.

Everyone's been waiting so long, just to see a movie. Whether the movie is good or not is another matter, but if we can't see it, we'll have to slink back to work, and who wants that?

"It's done."

Liu Dong checked all the equipment again and did a test play. The picture was projected onto the screen clearly. No problem, it plays smoothly!

"Don't rush, everyone!" He glanced at his watch. "It doesn't start for another two hours. Take a break and come back at four o'clock sharp!"

Not long after, someone ran over and called to him: "Xiao Liu, leave this to me. Go to Director Yang's office; they need to see you!"

"Hey, here it comes!"

When Liu Dong arrived at the office, Yang Hongbing, Deputy Factory Director Li, and Xu Fugui were all inside.

"Xu Fugui, you can go out now."

Deputy Factory Director Li waved his hand, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Xu Fugui left with a grim expression, leaving only the three people in the room.

Deputy Factory Director Li cut to the chase: "Xiao Liu, how's the projector repair going?"

"No big problem," Liu Dong replied readily. "The spotlight holders in the light box were loose, causing poor contact, but I just fixed them. The machine is working perfectly now, and I guarantee the movie will start on time!"

"Oh?"

Both Director Yang and Deputy Director Li were taken aback.

Deputy Factory Director Li sized him up: "You know this? You can operate it?"