Financial freedom starts from graduation

Chapter 323 [No. 003] (Part )
It was similar to the last time I activated the Time Gear No. 006. First there was a huge roar, then my body seemed to be under tremendous pressure, and all kinds of strange whispers and lights flashed before my eyes...

Then Zhou Wang saw the clown in circus costume again, standing in the whirlpool and waving at him.

However, this time, because he had been mentally prepared, Zhou Wang's ability to withstand stress improved a lot. At least he didn't feel like dying anymore.

Ding!
[“Forgotten Time – No. 003” has been loaded]

[Tip 1: When recalling, please keep the role of a bystander and keep your emotions stable, and do not interfere with yourself]

[Tip 2: To facilitate the host's understanding, the "third person perspective" will be enabled when retracing]

Third party perspective?
The last time he experienced 006's memory time, he turned on the "leader's perspective", which was mainly about being immersed in the scene. This time it seems to be different, and it has become a "third-party perspective"...

Just as Zhou Wang was thinking this, a dazzling ray of sunlight shone in, and Zhou Wang subconsciously squinted his eyes.

Although the sunlight was a little dazzling, it was not scorching. Instead, it gave off a warm feeling, so Zhou Wang quickly adapted to it. Then, before his vision returned, a very special and light fragrance rushed into Zhou Wang's nose.

It's not as strong as a rose, but if you sniff it carefully, there seems to be an indescribable odor...

This very special smell suddenly evoked some long-lost memories in Zhou Wang. When he opened his eyes and saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but be stunned.

The blue petals covering the streets are like the base frame of an oil painting, with some swaying tree shadows in the middle used as strokes to outline, forming a beautiful landscape.

Jacaranda…

To be precise, this is the jacaranda in Mingcheng.

April 2022, 4 happens to be the flowering period of Jacaranda.

Am I still in Mingcheng at this time?
Not sure if it was due to the influence of the system, but Zhou Wang always felt that his memories from his sophomore to senior years had suddenly become a lot more blurred, and he couldn’t remember many details. However, the streets in front of him became more and more familiar, and Zhou Wang suddenly remembered some past events.

...Because this is an internal road of the Caida campus, leading directly to a side gate with very little traffic, many of his memories of his campus days took place on this road.

Just as Zhou Wang was thinking this, the sound of light tires crushing flower petals suddenly came from the slightly empty street. Zhou Wang turned around and saw a boy about 20 years old riding a shared bicycle towards him.

The slightly long hair was wet with sweat and stuck to the young man's forehead. The white Semir T-shirt on his body was also soaked with sweat, revealing some vertical stripes. He was wearing a pair of cheap jeans with worn hems, and a pair of discounted sneakers bought from Aulong Expo...

Originally the young man should have been 70% handsome, but with this outfit, he was instantly worn down to less than 30%.

Zhou Wang covered his face, unable to bear to look at it.

Did my appearance look so bad when I was a sophomore?

However, considering that this was already the second half of my sophomore year, it was probably the period when I failed in my first business venture and was overwhelmed by reality. In addition, poor people generally have no sense of aesthetics, so it was normal for him to be so sloppy.

It's funny to think about it. Many boys in school don't understand one thing. In fact, you don't have to be handsome. As long as you stay clean and tidy, smell good, and trim your nose hair, it will be much easier to chase girls...

Unfortunately, no one will teach those impulsive boys in adolescence such knowledge. They always leave countless regrets in their stumbling. Looking back many years later, they find that they were so naive and ridiculous.

squeak!
Accompanied by the sound of the shared bicycle's insensitive brakes, the sweaty boy temporarily stopped the bicycle on the side of the road.

I have to say, it feels really awkward to look at "myself" from this ghostly perspective.

Zhou Wang felt like he was a holographic 360-degree camera, able to truly feel the world around him, but at the same time, he did not exist in this world.

The younger "Zhou Wang" in the field of vision, after parking his bicycle on the side of the road, wiped the sweat from his forehead, took out the bottle of mineral water stuck on the back seat and took a few gulps, then felt around his body a few times and took out a squeezed and deformed cigarette butt and a lighter.

The pack of cigarettes in "Zhou Wang's" hand is the white hard-shell Classic 1956, which costs 7 yuan a pack. It is also the Hongta Group's market-saving product and the first choice of countless urban smokers and rebellious students.

"Zhou Wang" hesitated after opening the cigarette case because there were only three cigarettes left in the case.

After seeing this, Zhou Wang smiled with emotion. He knew why "he" hesitated.

At that time, he had to work part-time every day and didn't even have time to go to the Internet cafe. Alcohol and tobacco became his only channels to relieve his stress. Considering that the cost of drinking was too high, he could only occasionally join in his roommates' games, and smoking became his biggest pastime on weekdays.

Originally, Zhou Wang had no smoking addiction, but he became addicted during that period.

But even when smoking, he had to try to be as frugal as possible. If he remembered correctly, the quota he set for himself at that time was one pack of cigarettes for three days, which averaged out to about six cigarettes a day.

It's not even afternoon yet, and there are only three cigarettes left in the cigarette case, so "I" am worried that I won't be able to last a day and this pack of cigarettes will be gone.

After hesitating for a moment, "Zhou Wang" finally took out a cigarette, lit it with a lighter, took a deep puff, and then leaned on the bicycle in a daze.

Maybe he was thinking about something, or maybe... the young man was simply enjoying the tranquility of the moment.

After an unknown amount of time, as a faint bell rang, "Zhou Wang" came to his senses. He quickly put out the cigarette in his hand, then took out a thick stack of flyers from the bicycle's basket and walked forward.

When they arrived at the intersection between the teaching building and the garden, a large crowd of people soon came. Zhou Wang stood in the middle of the road and distributed flyers left and right.

"Brother, do you know anything about swimming and fitness?"

"Sister, the coffee shop is open, the photos are amazing, the handsome guy will teach you how to make your own coffee with latte art, scan the QR code and follow the official account for a surprise..."

"Junior, do you want to take a photo shoot? Youth should not have regrets. Your youth deserves to be frozen into an eternal moment..."

Yes, “Zhou Wang” distributed more than just one kind of flyers. Since he was well-known as a “business expert” in the intermediary circle, many people asked him to distribute flyers.

According to the market conditions in Mingcheng, one can usually earn between 1000 and 50 yuan by distributing 100 flyers, but Zhou Wang can earn 200 to 300 yuan a day just by distributing flyers, which shows how awesome he is.

It's a pity... no matter how awesome you are, you can't make a comeback by distributing flyers.

From time to time, some alumni recognized Zhou Wang and would make jokes like “Brother Edison has also started handing out flyers.”

More than half an hour later, Zhou Wang, who had distributed all the flyers, wiped the sweat from his forehead, got on his bicycle and rushed to the next place.

His situation was very bad at the time, as he was facing a concentrated outbreak of debts from the failure of his first business venture. Under the heavy pressure of repaying the debts, relying on a part-time job was far from enough. After all, he still had to earn his tuition and living expenses, so "Zhou Wang" needed to continue working at night.

Zhou Wang, who was watching all this silently from a bystander's perspective, was about to catch up when he suddenly noticed that after "he" rode away on his bicycle, an inconspicuous old Buick sedan on the side of the road also started up and caught up with him from a distance at a not very fast speed.

This car is...

This scene that Zhou Wang suddenly noticed had never been shown in his memory. Puzzled, Zhou Wang's mind moved, and his perspective was suddenly zoomed in, as if he had entered the Buick in a second.

In the car whose interior is very old but still shows some traces of luxury, the driver wearing white gloves is driving the vehicle silently, and his peripheral vision is always following the young man who is pedaling a bicycle hard in front of him.

Is this Buick tracking me?

Zhou Wang was getting more and more confused. He was just a sophomore, so what was there to follow?

But when Zhou Wang turned his view to the back row, he instantly understood something.

Sitting on the back seat was a girl with a bright face.

The overlapping white long skirt and the tank top with an irregular neckline showed some youthful vitality in elegance. The skin was so white that it seemed to be glowing, and the facial features were slightly mixed-race, creating an amazing beauty. It was Ding Yi.

Ding Yi sat in the back row, following Zhou Wang from afar, with beads of sweat visible on his smooth forehead.

"Uncle Li, can you turn up the air conditioner a little more?"

Ding Yi spoke softly.

"Sorry, miss, the air conditioning system of this car may be a bit outdated. Otherwise, I'll ask Xiao Zhang to drive the Bentley over..."

The driver tried to debug it, and when he found that it didn't work, he quickly made the suggestion.

"No, that's it."

Ding Yi shook his head.

Seeing this, the driver didn't say anything more. He just followed the boy from a distance all the way to the small commodity street near the university town.

Zhou Wang saw "himself" stop the car, then enter a small building. When he came out, he was wearing a blue vest and had an electric car key in his hand.

The young man used his key to unlock one of the many electric bikes at the door, then carefully pushed the bike out. After confirming the prompt on his mobile phone, he got on the bike and started rushing towards a business.

Yes...delivery.

A college student without any outstanding skills can only earn extra income in this way during his spare time starting in the evening.

Zhou Wang was not unfamiliar with this scene. After all, in his own memory, he spent many afternoons and evenings like this.

But he never thought that there was another pair of eyes behind him.

Ding Yi, who was sitting in the car, looked at the young man riding the electric bike with a slightly complicated look, while Zhou Wang, who was "next to" Ding Yi, stared at her with the same complicated look.

The Buick car has been following the electric car from a distance, from the vegetable market to the residential area, from the restaurant to the office building, and from the family planning products store to the hotel...

During the process, when Zhou Wang disappeared at the gate of the community or in the corridor, Ding Yi would lower her head to read the book in her hand or recite some words. When Zhou Wang appeared again, she would raise her head and keep her eyes on him. It turned out that I was not so lonely at that time.

Zhou Wang thought silently.

But Zhou Wang was not sure whether Ding Yi's actions were accidental or frequent during those days...

After all, from his own perspective, the two of them had already lost contact.

Soon Zhou Wang seemed to have the answer.

Because at a certain moment, Ding Yi, who had been silent all the time, suddenly said, "Uncle Li, place an errand order for me."

This was a nonsensical statement, but the driver Uncle Li nodded in understanding. He took out his mobile phone and after some operations, "Zhou Wang", who was resting on the seat of an electric car not far away, also received a new order reminder.

"Zhou Wang" opened it, looked around, then got off the electric bike and walked into a nearby supermarket.

A moment later, "Zhou Wang" came out carrying some beer and snacks. He had just put his things away and was about to turn the key when his cell phone suddenly rang.

"Hello, who are you?"

"Hello, I'm the customer who just placed an order with you. Something suddenly happened to me, so you don't have to deliver the things I bought to me."

"But……"

"The pickup code is 1619. You can throw those things away or keep them for yourself. That's it."

Dudu!

Hearing the busy tone of the phone being hung up, "Zhou Wang" was a little confused, but this kind of thing happens occasionally, so it's nothing strange.

After verifying the pickup code, "Zhou Wang" looked at the beer and snacks in his hand. Just when he thought he had made a profit, he received a reward notification from the platform.

"User **** gave you a 200 yuan tip."

"Zhou Wang" had a dazed expression. It would have been fine if he didn't want the things, but he actually gave me a tip of 200 yuan out of the blue?
200 yuan is already the maximum tip allowed by the platform, which is comparable to what Zhou Wang earns in one night.

But the real reason why he was stunned was that this was not the first time he had encountered such strange things.

"This world is still stupid...there are so many good people!"

The cheerful "Zhou Wang" didn't think much about it. He sighed as Zhou Wang's mouth twitched, and continued to ride his electric bike to deliver the order.

Uncle Li on the other side also hung up the phone and nodded slightly to Ding Yi, indicating that he had completed the task.

The sky gradually darkened, and when it was past nine o'clock in the evening, the young man finally stopped his busy day. He returned the electric bike to the takeaway station, took off his blue vest, opened a bottle of beer, lit a cigarette for himself, and walked along the street towards the school.

At this time, Ding Yi also pushed open the car door and got out. Holding two books, she followed Zhou Wang silently not far behind him, neither getting closer nor falling behind.

At that moment, the two of them were so in sync.

Zhou Wang's feelings were hard to describe. If he hadn't opened up the third-person perspective in his memory fragments, he really wouldn't have known that there were so many silent colors in that dark period...

While Zhou Wang was distracted, he noticed that Ding Yi suddenly stopped and looked around in confusion.

Zhou Wang looked up and realized that the "self" who was walking in front of him had disappeared in the crowd at some point. Ding Yi couldn't see "himself", so he stopped.

Well, where am I?
Zhou Wang himself was also a little confused, because even though he was looking at things from a third-party perspective, he couldn't find where "himself" had gone for a moment.

Just when Ding Yi was confused at the corner of the street, a figure silently appeared behind her, "You don't have to be like this."

The sudden voice startled the girl a little. Ding Yi turned around and looked at "Zhou Wang" who appeared behind her at some point. She opened her mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Only Zhou Wang, who was watching from the sidelines, noticed something unusual.

It was not only because he was sure that this part was not in his normal memory, but also because of the expression of this "self" in front of him.

His appearance was still the same, his clothes and appearance were still sloppy, but his temperament was completely different.

His back was straight, his expression was indifferent, and his eyes were full of coldness... That demeanor was more similar to the "self" in [No. 006].

What is going on?

Split personality, or a clone created by the system...

Zhou Wang himself was a little confused and could only choose to watch patiently.

"You...have already discovered it?"

Ding Yi was a little flustered, but she quickly calmed down.

"You don't have to do this."

The young man remained calm, did not explain, and just repeated it.

Ding Yi bit his lip, took a deep breath and said, "But Zhou Wang, you don't have to be like this. Did you see the message I sent you before? I... can lend you money. It won't be much, and it won't be a burden for you. You can make a plan and pay me back slowly..."

"I do not need."

The young man shook his head and interrupted her directly. When Ding Yi looked up in surprise, the young man said lightly:

"I have my own plans. Can you please... stop bothering me?"

"you……"

Ding Yi didn't seem to expect Zhou Wang to say this. Her breathing stopped for a moment and her eyes became a little red.

But Ding Yi is Ding Yi. Soon, she smiled again. "Zhou Wang, it's a good thing for boys to have self-esteem. I know you may be a little embarrassed, but you are only nineteen years old. Your future will definitely be bright. I told you this when I was a freshman, so..."

"Are you finished?"

"Zhou Wang" interrupted her at this time, glanced at the non-existent watch, and said lightly: "I'm in a hurry, sorry..."

After saying that, Zhou Wang just turned and left.

The smile on Ding Yi's face froze. In the bright lights, she stood there in a daze for a long, long time...

Zhou Wang didn’t know how long it had been, because his perspective had been forced back to “himself”.

"Boring inspirational stories and boring love scenes."

Zhou Wang heard "himself" mutter this, then took out his cell phone and made a call.
A moment later, Zhou Wang followed "himself" who was striding forward and came to a public toilet. Here, a motorcyclist dressed in black was already waiting, holding a package in his hand.

"Mr. Zhou?"

After the rider confirmed his identity with "himself", he handed the package in his hand to Zhou Wang and drove away.

As for "myself", he carried the package and went straight into the public toilet. Ten minutes later, when "myself" came out again, Zhou Wang was stunned for a moment.

He was wearing a handsome black casual suit, shiny black leather shoes, and a slicked-back hairstyle. Together with his stern face, he looked like a domineering CEO from a TV drama, and the cleaning lady next to him instantly stared at him in amazement.

The newly dressed "Zhou Wang" checked his passport and ID card in his hand, then stretched out his hand to stop a taxi on the side of the road.

"Go to the airport, please hurry up."

"Zhou Wang" casually took out two hundred-dollar bills from his not-so-thick wallet and threw them directly into the driver's arms, saying so.

More than half an hour later, the taxi drove into Mingcheng Changshui International Airport, and Zhou Wang watched "himself" board the flight from Mingcheng to Paris.

……

boom!
As the plane took off, the scene in front of me suddenly started to fast forward like crazy as if it was at eight times the speed.

Zhou Wang watched "himself" arrive all the way in Paris, get off the plane, and leave Charles de Gaulle Airport. Only then did the scene slow down.

In sight, a Rolls-Royce drove in from the airport reception channel. After the car stopped, a slightly fat white man hurriedly got out from the back seat, with a look of surprise on his face, and wanted to come forward to give "Zhou Wang" a hug.

"Oh, dear Zhou, I finally see you again. If you don't come again, I'm afraid those old guys in the Chamber of Commerce will fly to China to visit you..."

When the white man came forward with enthusiasm and respect, Zhou Wang's mind automatically recalled his identity.

Phil Renaud, Vice President of the Paris Chamber of Commerce and Industry.

(End of this chapter)