Quick Transmigration: Learning Makes Me Improve

Two days later.

We've arrived in Shenzhen.

Qi Tongwei squeezed out of the chaotic carriage.

I took a deep breath of the free air of the South.

The sounds of snoring, laughter, card playing, and children crying still faintly echoed in my ears.

And "beer, soft drinks, mineral water, sunflower seeds, peanuts, and eight-treasure porridge",

The shouts of "Hey—move your legs a little, make way!"

We exited the train station.

A restless and noisy atmosphere immediately enveloped us.

The air was filled with the roar of tractors, the honking of car horns, shouts, and hawking cries.

Floral shirt, gold chain, mobile phone.

Digital watch, self-adhesive sticker.

Dream chasers from all corners of the world.

Street vendors speaking with a Chaoshan accent.

Countless dialects were shouting and bargaining.

There's also the smell of people, sweat, and cement.

The smell of car exhaust.

The smell of asphalt melting in the sun from the asphalt road.

Skyscrapers are rising rapidly everywhere.

Everywhere you look, there are countless cranes and tower cranes.

Hurry, hurry, hurry!

Fast is efficiency.

Efficiency is money.

This speed made him feel as if he had been transported back to the major cities of Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, and Shenzhen in later generations.

Making money is not shameful here.

The dream of getting rich is not out of reach.

This free and vibrant economic atmosphere.

It is incomparable to Handong.

Qi Tongwei smiled and shook his head.

They arrived near the toy factory where their younger sister, Qi Fang, worked.

I found a small hotel and took a nap.

She came to find Qi Fang when Qi Fang was about to get off work.

Toy factories are all assembly lines.

If we had come earlier, my sister, who works as a female worker, wouldn't have been able to leave at all.

Qi Tongwei gave the security guard a pack of cigarettes.

Ask her to help me find Qi Fang.

The security guards, seeing that Qi Tongwei was "sensible," found him a short while later.

A very familiar-looking "working girl" caught Qi Tongwei's eye.

She was wearing an inexpensive light blue synthetic fiber shirt.

It's a bit too loose after washing.

The collar was frayed and worn.

She wore a pair of navy blue polyester trousers.

It's very spacious.

It made her look somewhat thin and frail.

On her feet were a pair of cheap plastic sandals.

You can see bandages on his toes.

It's probably because the shoes wore out.

The most eye-catching thing was the bright red plastic hair tie on her ponytail.

The bright colors were jarring.

It was as if it were the only glimmer of light remaining in this drab, assembly-line life.

I saw Qi Tongwei.

Qi Fang's eyes first showed shock, then shone with joy.

"Brother, what brings you here?" she asked happily.

She ran over and grabbed Qi Tongwei's arm.

My younger sister is only 20 years old.

His face, however, was filled with the "class spirit" of silence, exhaustion, and forbearance.

He felt a little uneasy.

And those hands with their large knuckles, tiny scars and calluses.

Qi Tongwei felt a pang of heartache.

"It's nothing, I just happened to come and see you."

"Come on, let's go eat."

Qi Fang followed him, still puzzled.

The two passed by the Guangming Guesthouse.

Qi Tongwei thought for a moment and said to Qi Fang:

"Fangfang, let's go eat Guangming pigeon."

Qi Fang instinctively resisted.

"Brother, let's forget about it. Let's just grab something to eat."

That thing is really expensive.

One of them is worth a day's wages for me.

Qi Tongwei smiled.

"It's okay, it's on me."

Without saying a word, he pulled her inside.

Guangming Guesthouse.

A courtyard measuring ten meters square.

There were more than thirty faded plastic tables and chairs.

An old ceiling fan creaked and turned on the cement ceiling.

Workers in overalls bring their families home after work.

The children drooled and stood on tiptoe.

There were also Hong Kong businessmen in suits and ties.

Overseas Chinese who speak Hakka.

It filled the courtyard.

It was lively and noisy.

Young waiters carried long-spouted copper kettles, moving back and forth to refill tea.

When the bright pigeon was served.

Qi Fang was stunned.

The roasted pigeon was glossy and shiny.

The surface has an amber-colored sheen.

The wing tips are garnished with white sesame seeds.

It's complemented by the milky white of milk and the golden yellow of sweet corn.

It looks so appetizing.

Qi Tongwei ordered two in total.

One costs 20 yuan.

Qi Fang is right.

That's damn expensive.

She earns five or six hundred a month.

A day's wages are only enough to buy one Guangming pigeon.

Shenzhen is relatively better.

In Handong, the average monthly wage is only 200 yuan.

Qi Fang was still hesitant to eat.

Quietly ask him:

"Brother, where did you get the money?"

"Did he do something bad?"

Qi Tongwei rubbed his forehead.

The money in his hand was naturally obtained by selling small amounts of gold.

Otherwise, he's just a poor bastard.

Where did they get the money to take the train and eat Bright Pigeon?

So extravagant.

Before I left Handong.

He quickly disguised himself and then enveloped his face with his mental energy.

It was as if they were wearing an invisible mask.

Then they found a gold shop that secretly bought and sold gold.

I sold two small pieces.

It weighs 14 grams in total.

The condition is pretty good, 96%.

The gold shop owner offered 70 yuan.

I received about 1000 yuan.

After Qi Tongwei left.

The jewelry store owner couldn't remember at all.

What did the person who sold him the gold look like?

Qi Tongwei: Heh, you want to remember me?

How can this be allowed?

Qi Tongwei snapped out of his reverie and comforted Qi Fang, saying:

"Don't worry, my money is legitimate."

Eat quickly, it'll get cold soon.

The two soon began to enjoy their meal.

Qi Tongwei gently poked the pigeon leg with bamboo chopsticks.

After the juice has seeped out, suck it all in.

Then tear off the crispy skin and dip it in salt and pepper.

Finally, they broke open the sternum to suck out the marrow, even sucking out the cartilage from the pigeon's claws.

The skin is crispier than cellophane, and the meat is as tender as tofu.

After eating.

He took a sip of tea, satisfied.

Seeing his sister's happy expression, he smiled and said:

"Are you full? If not, I'll order you another one."

Qi Fang burped.

She declined, blushing slightly.

After going outside, I ate some other snacks.

Qi Tongwei then took Qi Fang back to his hotel.

Pretend to come from under the bed,

He took out the urea bag containing the "coal briquettes".

When he peeled away those "coal lumps",

When the gleaming gold inside was revealed.

Qi Fang was dumbfounded.

Who am I? Where am I?

Am I dreaming?

She looked at Qi Tongwei in surprise.

His mouth was wide open.

"Brother, you're still saying you didn't do anything wrong?"

Where did this come from?