Soul Patch

Chapter 273 is too ridiculous, absolutely too ridiculous!
Wenjie was a little confused.

No one can reset the timeline in the real world.

He approached an elderly man who was doing his morning exercise and smiled politely, "Hello, sir, may I ask where this is?"

The old man must have had some foundation when he was young. He put one leg on the half-wall, stretched it straight, and used the same side hand to pull his toes, stretching his body towards his leg with force.

He coordinated his body movements with his breathing... inhaling and exhaling, stretching and pressing his legs, doing it all with precision and method.

Hearing the question from the young man beside him, he held his breath, loosened his grip, and straightened up.

“Young man, this street is called Xiaoyue Middle Road. Look, the Pinyou Hotel behind you is No. 108 Xiaoyue Middle Road.”

Seeing that the other party became even more puzzled after hearing his words.

The old man pulled his leg back, straightened up against the wall, wiped the sweat from his brow with the towel draped around his neck, and said, "The city planning in the capital is very systematic. Even numbers are south of the main street, and odd numbers are north of the main street..."

Wenjie finally grasped the key information and asked in confusion, "The capital? Is this Beijing?"

The old man looked at the young man as if he were a fool and laughed loudly: "Young man, where do you think you are? This is Wanping District in the FT area, and further south is Dujiakan District. See that area without buildings? That's the Green Causeway Park and the Yongding River."

This is the southern part of the capital city... Everyone says that the people in the capital are very hospitable, especially when it comes to giving directions. The elderly folks can talk to you for ten minutes about routes, station layouts, and the origins of place names, and it's really true...

Wenjie nodded in surprise: "Thank you, sir. So it's August 2009 now?"

The old man beamed with joy and said proudly, "That's right! The inspection is in a little over a month. The young man has come at just the right time. Once the strict checks begin in September, he won't be able to get into the city!"

After thanking the old man, Wenjie's questions did not lessen at all; on the contrary, he became even more confused.

He turned around blankly, retraced his steps to his room, and patted his pockets in front of the tightly closed door.

I didn't bring my room key.

He abandoned the idea of ​​knocking on the door and turned back to the lobby on the first floor.

The front desk of the small hotel was rather basic, consisting of a circular table with a desktop computer on it.

Typical 2009 configuration.

The receptionist was sitting and playing on her phone when suddenly a voice came through her earpiece:

"Number 3, Number 3, put your phone in the drawer. Take out that Nokia. What time is it? Still scrolling through TikTok! Can't you see the target is walking towards you?!"

The receptionist trembled slightly, quickly switched her phone, and held the Nokia in her hand with a strange expression for a moment.

When Wenjie arrived in front of her, she had already composed herself, smiled politely at him, revealing eight pearly teeth: "Hello, sir, what can I do for you?"

Wenjie glanced at the Nokia in her hand and snorted softly; his own phone was a BBK.

At least it should be a smartphone; I didn't expect this person's phone to be even older.

He casually pointed and said, "Why don't you get an iPhone?"

The receptionist's eyes flickered slightly, and she said with a smile, "You mean the iPhone 3GS that Apple announced it would be entering the Chinese market this year... It's too expensive, I'm saving up."

A voice of praise came through the headset: "Perfect, get back on track!"

"Sir, what can I do for you?" the receptionist asked with a smile.

When did I check in?

Wenjie looked around the hotel lobby, trying to find traces of 2019... but he couldn't find any.

The decorations, furniture, appliances, clocks, calendars, movie posters, and clothing all had a vintage feel to them… Although he didn’t know what the capital city was like in 2009, everything in front of him was definitely not what it looked like in 2019.

The receptionist typed on the computer for a while: "August 11, 15:35, standard room, two people checking in."

After saying that, she glanced at Wenjie with a slightly surprised look: "It shows that you checked in with a companion. Regarding the check-in time... you can ask your companion, right?"

Earpiece: "Stop, don't be so clever."

The receptionist, with her lips pursed and head bowed, focused intently on the computer... seemingly very busy with her work.

"I forgot my room key. Could you ask the housekeeper to open the door for me?" The receptionist nodded: "Okay."

Seven days ago? I came to the capital seven days ago?

How can it be?

The day before yesterday, I went to the old house with Andy, Awen, and Xiao Wang... Oh yeah, where are the other three?
We need to find all three of them.

Wenjie's room is on the second floor, emmmm... this little hotel only has two floors!

Mmp
When we arrived at the room, the door had already been opened... and my companion was still asleep.

He fell into the trap of "three men make a tiger," even though he knew perfectly well that it couldn't possibly be 2009.

But everyone and everything around him was telling him that this was 2009... This immense confusion left him feeling lost and helpless.

Coming to the capital is understandable; a flight from south to north only takes two or three hours.

How could anyone in the real world possibly go back ten years?

He was supposed to save Yang Shanshan, but he couldn't even find a trace of her, and now he was caught in this inexplicable predicament.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, took out his phone and made a call.

It was a boastful phone call.

He wondered, if he were really in 2009, what would happen if he made the call to Zhang Yang in 2019?

In other words: Will the call go through? Will anyone answer?

The dial tone went dead, followed by a mechanical female voice repeating the same sentence: "Sorry, the number you dialed does not exist. Please check and dial again."

This phrase kept repeating itself, which annoyed Wenjie.

He tilted his head to look at the person lying on the bed, walked over slowly, grabbed the person by the neck with one hand, and lifted him off the bed.

"Ah~"

The sudden emptiness beneath them made the other person open their eyes abruptly: "What happened? What happened... Was it an earthquake?"

"Cough cough cough..." He felt a wave of suffocation, looked at Wenjie in front of him in a panic, and then looked down in astonishment at his dangling feet...

"Ah! Are you crazy... What's wrong with you! Put me down!" she exclaimed incredulously.

As soon as Wenjie let go, the other person was thrown onto the bed, groaning and clutching his neck, looking dazed, his eyes unfocused for a long time.

“Say it…” Wenjie roared fiercely.

He turned his face away, dodging the onrushing anger, and stammered, "Say...say what?"

"Who are you? What are you trying to do?" Wenjie pushed him onto the bed, looking down at him with disdain.

"What do you mean, what are you doing? We're here for work, the boss sent us!" he said, pointing to his briefcase.

Wenjie let go of him, grabbed the briefcase on the table, unzipped it, and rummaged through it.

Soon, he found a leather envelope and took out an official letter from it.

Wenjie glanced at the person on the bed, only to see that the person lay down again, cursing and swearing.

Wenjie quickly prepared the official letter.

The official letter was very short, just a few lines, and it said that the company had arranged for Wenjie and Hanfeng to visit and learn at a place called BJ Anda Technology Company for three months.

The signature is from BJ Anda Technology Company, M City Branch.

This is ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous... Wenjie laughed as he looked at the official letter.

(End of this chapter)