Reborn in 1991, I opened supermarkets all over the world.

Lu Zifeng fiddled with the movie ticket in his hand.

He suspected that the movie ticket was definitely not given to him by Lin Siyan through Tang Guo.

The reason is simple: he had only called Du Heng half an hour earlier. Before that, not only Lin Siyan, but even Du Heng didn't know he was in the city. How could he have bought the movie tickets in advance?

Even if Lin Siyan manages to get movie tickets through various means, given their relationship, they're not at the point of going on a date to see a movie, are they?

Why would Tang Guo, a complete stranger, play a trick on me?

He felt he should arrange a meeting with Lin Siyan to clarify any misunderstandings in person.

"Mr. Du, would it be convenient for me to leave the phone number for the newspaper's mailroom? In the future, if it's official business, I'll just call the mailroom directly to find you, saving me from waiting forever for a pager."

"Okay, write it down."

After the meal, Gu Quan asked about the afternoon's plans.

Lu Zifeng said, "Let's go to the wholesale market first, check it out, and then arrange a hotel nearby. We'll actually start wholesaling the goods tomorrow morning."

The dock's centralized shipment time is around 4 a.m., which is why Lu Zifeng had to arrive in the city a day earlier.

However, Lu Zifeng's memory is flawed:

The dock at that time had not yet developed into the 370,000-square-meter wholesale market that would later become the city it is today, but due to its geographical location, there were already warehouses converted into sheds. This was the prototype of Jiang City's later largest wholesale market.

The "bangbang," a unique feature of the mountain town, has also become active. They tie two hemp ropes to a carrying pole and go through the streets and alleys, specializing in carrying luggage and goods for people.

For convenience, Lu Zifeng planned to find a hotel nearby to stay in.

If you want to stay in a nice hotel, money alone isn't enough; you also need a letter of introduction from your employer.

Therefore, Lu Zifeng could only choose a small private hotel where six people shared a room, costing two yuan per bed with a five-yuan deposit. There was one public toilet on each floor.

The proprietress was a dark-skinned, stout middle-aged woman who didn't even look at Lu Zifeng and Gu Quan's ID cards.

"Go to the left on the second floor, it's the third room," the proprietress said without looking up.

"Keep your personal belongings safe."

Thanks.

Lu Zifeng led Gu Quan to their lodgings.

Pushing open the door, the room was filled with the smells of smoke and mildew.

A man was lying on the bed picking at his toes, occasionally putting his fingers under his nose to smell them, looking quite content.

Three other people were playing cards around a table.

They're playing the upstream and downstream game.

Unlike "Dou Dizhu" (a popular Chinese card game), in this game, the players on the left and right each look after their own cards, and the player with the last card left loses.

One of them had his jacket draped over his shoulders, revealing a short-sleeved shirt underneath. When he reached for the cards, the scars on his arm were faintly visible.

Luckily, Lu Zifeng and Gu Quan were fearless individuals; a more honest person wouldn't have dared to move in.

The scarred man, a cigarette dangling from his lips, turned and sized up the two men who entered, asking, "Here to pick up some goods?"

Lu Zifeng said, "I missed the boat while visiting relatives, so I can only stay for one night."

The scarred man sneered.

He knew that Lu Zifeng wasn't telling the truth. If he admitted that he was there to pick up goods, it would be the same as revealing that he had a lot of cash on him.

"Want to play cards?" the scarred man asked again.

"No, my brother and I just arrived in the city and haven't had a chance to go out and explore yet," Lu Zifeng said.

That's not wrong. Since we're just idling around anyway, we might as well take Gu Quan out to see the world.

I booked a hotel first, simply because I was worried about not being able to find one at night.

All the money was sewn into Lu Zifeng's inner pocket, and he only had a few dozen yuan of pocket money in his trouser pocket.

After leaving the house, Lu Zifeng made a phone call to the newspaper.

Lin Siyan was complaining to Tang Guo about the poems and essays she had received, which were either pretentious and affected, or sycophantic and professing loyalty.

Tang Guo is relatively free now and is helping Lin Siyan with some preliminary selection work.

"Siyan, look at this. 'I Live and Die with the Factory.' Do you think the author will jump into the river if the factory goes bankrupt? Haha."

"I used to think that reviewing poems and essays was a beautiful experience, but now I feel that my aesthetic sense has been lowered." Lin Siyan sighed helplessly.

"Why don't you come to our journalism department? It'll enrich your life and give you better inspiration," Tang Guo said.

"Lin Siyan, phone call!" The old man in the gatehouse shouted as he came up.

"They're here!"

Lin Siyan walked into the reception room and picked up the microphone: "Hello, this is Lin Siyan."

"Hello, Comrade Siyan, I am Lu Zifeng."

"..."

"Hey, are you listening?"

"Go ahead," Lin Siyan said, her tone clearly carrying emotion.

"I happen to be in the city center today running some errands. Would it be convenient for me to treat you to dinner tonight?"

Lin Siyan paused for a moment, then asked, "Why didn't you ask her out at noon?"

Lu Zifeng explained, "It's not that I don't have your contact information, so I specifically asked Brother Du for the phone number of your newspaper's reception office."

"Then...then you can have Du Heng invite me to lunch."

"That's not very sincere. If I'm inviting you to dinner, I need to personally inform you."

"Then... meet me at the Xinhua Bookstore entrance at seven o'clock."

"OK."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Siyan walked out of the reception room with a serious expression, then smiled faintly.

After Lu Zifeng finished his call, he noticed that Gu Quan was staring at him in a daze.

"Speak your mind, or shut up."

"You've arranged to have dinner with someone at seven o'clock? When are we going to see a movie then?"

"What movie do you want to watch?"

After Lu Zifeng finished his phone call with Lin Siyan, he became even more convinced that Tang Guo was playing a prank and had no intention of going to the movies at all.

Gu Quan pointed to Lu Zifeng's pocket: "Didn't Tang Guo give you a movie ticket? It would be a waste not to watch it."

Lu Zifeng pulled out the movie tickets: "Go ahead!"

"good!"

"..."

When Lu Zifeng first saw Lin Siyan downstairs at the newspaper office, he was immediately struck by her beauty.

This meeting at the Xinhua Bookstore entrance was surprisingly delightful once again.

Today she wore a light pink wool sweater, fitted, a beige leather trench coat, and her long hair was draped over her shoulders with slightly curled ends.

The neon lights reflected on her face, making her skin tone appear even more vibrant.

"What would you like to eat?" Lu Zifeng asked.

"People in Jiang City are very hospitable. If you can't decide what to eat, just go for hot pot. You can't go wrong," Lin Siyan said.

Lu Zifeng knew that Lin Siyan was trying to save money for herself.

After all, he was a "fruit vendor who was bullied by landlords and bullies".

The semi-open shack was built on the ground floor of the residential building. Apart from the word "hot pot" written in red paint on the wooden board, there was no signboard.

In modern terms, this was a hole-in-the-wall restaurant.

But don't underestimate those hole-in-the-wall restaurants hidden in corners; they might be the most authentic eateries in Jiang City.

"Have you read the book I gave you?" Lin Siyan asked.

"Uh, I read one page."

"A wedding story?"

"Don't lose it, Lin Siyan, a gift. February 7, 1991."

"..."

Lin Siyan already thought it was outrageous that he had only read one page, but she didn't expect that he had actually read the title page.

"By the way, has the matter from last time been resolved?" Lin Siyan found herself unable to discuss literature with him.

"It's all over now. Thanks to Reporter Du, but most importantly, I want to thank you for making the connection." Lu Zifeng picked up a piece of freshly cooked tripe and put it into Lin Siyan's dipping sauce.

"Speaking of reporter Du, he brought a colleague named Tang Guo with him this afternoon. Tang Guo gave me a movie ticket, do you know why?"

"What movie ticket?" Lin Siyan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered that Tang Guo had turned back halfway and taken the movie ticket that Officer Li from the Cultural Bureau had sent her.

But she never expected that Tang Guo would give the movie ticket to Lu Zifeng.

"Please, please don't go!"

After Lin Siyan explained where the movie tickets came from, Lu Zifeng's lips curled into a smile, and he said casually, "This is going to be interesting!"