The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

"Hoo, lulu, hoo...!"

Li Feng, with his back against the fabric sofa and his feet propped up on the marble coffee table, suddenly slumped his head down.

When I looked up again, my blurry eyes slowly opened, and I could already hear the snoring beside me.

Wow!

As the view gradually cleared, the scene inside the VIP room of the sales office came into view. On the opposite wall hung a painting in the style of Picasso, "Woman with a Hat".

Li Feng raised his hands, looked at his palms and the backs of his hands, and a look of fear flashed in his eyes. He subconsciously stood up and looked behind him.

There were two other people lying on the sofa. One of them had his arms crossed, head tilted back, mouth open, dozing off and sleeping soundly. The earphones hanging on his ears were the ones used by the sales staff in the real estate office.

Sitting on the other side with his legs crossed was my colleague Wang Yibo, who was watching a movie while holding his phone horizontally. He also had a lollipop from the bar counter in his mouth.

"What, are you having a nightmare?"

Seeing Li Feng get up in a daze and carefully look around, Wang Yibo looked up, put his phone on the coffee table, and saw that the movie was playing an exciting scene.

In a scene from the movie "Election," the gang is electing a leader. The old gang leader, Cai Chuan, slams his fist on the table and vows to lead the gang to the moon.

Li Feng had seen this movie before; it was directed by Johnnie To. It's about big shots fighting to the death over a mysterious dragon-headed stick, and there's also a scene where you have to wear a helmet when you go fishing.

He pulled out a pack of Furongwang cigarettes from his suit pocket, and handed one to Li Feng, who was still in shock and hadn't replied. He then lit one and smoked it himself.

Li Feng accepted the cigarette from Wang Yibo and felt the warmth from his fingertips. For a moment, he felt a little dazed.

I... I wasn't... already... transported to the 1960s, how did I suddenly come back?
Was it a dream?

Or am I already dead over there?
Li Feng stuffed a cigarette into his mouth, not even having time to light it. He pulled out his phone from inside his suit, and used it as a mirror with the screen off, so that he could see himself as Li Feng.

After seeing the face clearly, Li Feng sat back heavily on the sofa, staring blankly at the date displayed on the screen—the very day he had transmigrated.

He is Li Feng, but not that particular Li Feng.

Li Feng rubbed his cheeks vigorously, lit a cigarette, and his mind was a complete mess.

He finally settled down there and officially entered the ranks of senior cadres, only to be sent back by fate to become an ordinary salesman.

This joke is too much! He hasn't even seen his daughter Li Hui get married yet, and he's already been sent back like this.

That's so sudden!

"This movie is utter nonsense. They're all in the underworld, yet they only care about a broken stick. Whoever has the biggest fist, the most henchmen, and whoever says the most is right!"

After taking a couple of puffs of his cigarette, perhaps noticing Li Feng's expression had improved, Wang Yibo picked up his phone from the coffee table, returned to the coffee table, exited full-screen mode, and then turned off the screen.

Li Feng sorted out his thoughts and secretly pinched himself to try not to make it too obvious, otherwise, the fact that he had time-traveled would only become a laughing stock.

"Not necessarily. At certain times, the dragon head staff was like an imperial seal to these people, symbolizing their legitimacy."

Li Feng had seen the dragon-headed staff in France and had even picked it up and played with it himself.

When Dongye handed over the dragon-headed staff, it signified the disbandment of the gang. To outsiders, this seemed unbelievable, but these people truly recognized that staff and the meaning behind it.

"You make it sound so real, tsk tsk!"

Feeling that Li Feng was bragging, Wang Yibo chuckled.

"If I told you I'd actually seen it, you definitely wouldn't believe me!"

Li Feng lit the cigarette in his mouth, tilted his head back, and exhaled a puff. Having become familiar with the lifestyle of the 1960s and 70s, he felt a little uncomfortable suddenly returning to the modern world.

"Stop joking around, it's almost the end of the month, you need to boost your sales. Sell two more sets, and your commission will be different!"

Wang Yibo, reclining on the sofa, spoke while puffing out smoke.

"Alright, that's good enough. I practically wore out my client list yesterday, but I might not have any more clients. Let's leave it at that for this month!"

Li Feng walked to the window, pushed open the aluminum alloy window, and flicked his cigarette ash towards the model apartment display area below the sales office. The construction site behind the model area looked both familiar and strange.

"Let's go, a new foot massage parlor just opened in the east of the city, shall we try it out tonight?"

"I'm not that kind of person!"

"Just tell me if you're going or not, the girls are sweet and soft, and their looks are amazing!"

Standing by the window, Li Feng glanced back at Wang Yibo and felt a strange sense of familiarity with the scene.

He subconsciously reached into his back pocket, only to find not the key to a Hongqi sedan, but his own BMW key. The blue sky and white clouds logo in the middle of the key looked so glaring.

"Let's talk about it tonight!"

Li Feng gave a bitter smile.

He was back to the original timeline, but he wasn't married in this era, and no wife would go to a foot massage parlor to kidnap someone.

Wang Yibo gave Li Feng a deep look, feeling that this colleague in front of him seemed a little unfamiliar. When the two of them went to get a foot massage together before, he would never have been so reluctant to do so.

"Have you heard? Sales performance hasn't been great lately, and they're going to replace the sales manager. I heard from HR that he's really fierce!"

Hiss~~!

The fragmented scene, coupled with the fragmented words, gave Li Feng an unusually familiar feeling.

By the way, when I was shot and unconscious in the hospital, Wang Yibo in my dream seemed to have said something similar to me, except that it seemed to have been said in a car.

"Sales manager, male or female?" Li Feng couldn't help but frown, choosing not to give the same answer he had given before.

The discomfort of returning from time travel hadn't faded, and another rather strange feeling began to appear frequently.

"She's a woman, from Tie Jun (Hengmou Real Estate). Anyway, you have to be careful. Female leaders are usually quite...!"

Before Wang Yibo could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a knock on the door. The VIP room was always locked from the inside when he was sleeping.

"Thump, thump-thump~!"

"Wake up! Get up now! Quick, the branch office's 'Extinction Master' is here!"

The person snoring on the sofa next to him suddenly seemed to have been put on pause. He stood up on the spot and quickly pressed the earphone in his ear. At this moment, the reminder from the sales staff at the door could be heard through the earphone.

Her voice was sweet, but the words "Extinction Master" were incredibly damaging to an ordinary salesperson. She was the head of a branch office, and if caught, she would face the consequences.

"Don't go out yet, or we might bump into each other on the stairs!"

The cunning Wang Yibo stopped another colleague from opening the door and went out, instead putting his ear close to the door to listen to the sounds coming from the stairwell.

"Da, da da~!"

The sound of high heels clicking on the staircase floor was exceptionally crisp, causing the two people near the door to instinctively hold their breath.

Only after the sound of high heels faded into the distance did the group sneak out of the VIP room.

Downstairs at the sales office, there were only two or three customers, and a few "fake customers" who were brought in to make up the atmosphere.

The two went to the front desk, while Li Feng went to the restroom and frantically washed his face under the tap by the door, then looked at his face in the mirror.

With a sigh, he reluctantly pulled out his earphones from his pocket and put them on. The psychological gap between being a cadre and a real estate salesperson was just too big.

"Zzzzz! Meeting time! Meeting time! All salespeople, assemble in the meeting room!"

As soon as Li Feng put on his headphones, he heard the urgent calls from the front desk. He grabbed a few tissues, wiped his face, and followed his female colleagues back up to the second floor.

The office door of the person in charge of the case was tightly closed. The female colleagues darted in like panicked rabbits, while Li Feng nodded to a few male colleagues and then casually chose a seat with his back to the door.

He simply couldn't take the sales job anymore. He didn't care whether the new sales manager was easy to get along with or not; he quit. Let whoever wants to do this job do it. Tomorrow, he'd sign up for a class to become a local exam-taker.

With decades of experience in navigating the complexities of life, even if he were to be pushed back to the bottom, he would struggle to get back up. He wouldn't be content with his current life and would make dozens or even hundreds of phone calls just to sell a couple more houses and increase his commission.

Is this true?

Having already made up his mind, Li Feng stared blankly out the window. At that moment, he suddenly hoped that his wife, Huang Yaqin, would show up and catch him in the act when he went to get his feet washed.

"Da, da da~!"

The sound of high heels clicking on the floor tiles reappeared, and the sales colleagues in the conference room immediately straightened up and became serious.

The female colleagues who had been whispering stopped talking and sat up straight, looking rather comical.

It's all to make a good impression on the new sales manager, at least to avoid being deliberately targeted. Going through the same script over and over again is so annoying.

"Click~!"

As the conference room door opened, the dozen or so young men and women inside almost simultaneously turned their gaze toward the doorway.

Li Feng lay back in the chair, his elbows resting on the armrests, too lazy to even look back.

Even without turning around, I could smell a refreshing fragrance. The new manager seemed to know how to dress well; at least, none of the female sales staff at the front desk would wear this stuff.

According to them, if you encounter a high-quality customer, it's not too late to criticize them.

"Is everyone here? I'm your new site manager, my name is...!"

As they passed each other, a whiff of fragrance wafted by. Her shoulder-length brown hair was tied up, and paired with a fitted light gray blazer, her silhouette looked exceptionally capable.

"Not very tall?"

Li Feng muttered to himself, his gaze shifting from the camel-colored red-soled stilettos to looking upwards. The stockings paired with the knee-length pencil skirt gave off a style more akin to that of a chairman's secretary.

When he looked up and saw the other person's face, he realized that the other person was also staring at him.

The female manager, with velvet lipstick on her lips and an exceptionally refined makeup, crossed her arms and met the man's rude gaze.

The meeting room fell eerily silent.

"Have you seen enough?"

The female manager tapped on the table and tilted her head to look at Li Feng.

Li Feng trembled all over, staring incredulously at that strangely familiar face, truly unable to contain his emotions.

"Yaqin~!"

"This thing...it seems to be yours!"

Manager Huang expressionlessly pulled a business card from his pocket and slammed it heavily on the table in front of Li Feng. His name and phone number were prominently displayed on it.

"No, let me explain...!"

P.S.: Hahaha, didn't you notice the foreshadowing I planted a long time ago?! (End of Chapter)