Reborn as a capitalist's young master in the 1970s, he starts his life by being blocked at the

"You know him? Then why didn't you say anything just now?"

Zhao Aotian said fiercely, "Stop dawdling and tell me who that kid is."

The younger man leaned closer: "He's nothing special. I've seen him once before. I think he's a purchasing agent for your factory. He just started working here recently."

"A purchasing agent?"

Zhao Aotian was stunned for a moment, then his face twisted in anger. He slapped his underling hard, making him dizzy and almost fall over.

"Where the hell were you all this time? A lousy purchasing agent like you dares to shit on my head?"

Zhao Aotian roared angrily, still furious at the thought of what had just happened.

Who is he? A lowly purchasing agent actually stunned him. If word gets out, how will he ever be able to face anyone again?

The underling covered his face, not daring to refute, "Brother Zhao, please calm down, I didn't recognize him either."

"Go to hell!"

Zhao Aotian kicked his henchman again, gritting his teeth as he said, "That bastard's got some luck with women, two beauties by his side. But he messed with the wrong person—daring to steal my women? He's asking for death!"

"When I get back, I'll definitely have my dad give that kid a good workout so he won't have time to deal with those two beauties."

Finally, he rubbed his hands together with a lewd expression and said, "Hehe, those two beauties will fall into my hands and be at my mercy."

"Brother Zhao is right."

The henchmen around him all had fawning expressions on their faces.

The movie theater was dimly lit and noisy.

Unlike later generations, movie theaters in those days were relatively rudimentary.

Not only were there few movies showing, but most of the seats were hard benches, and the air was filled with the smell of roasted sunflower seeds and peanuts.

Zhou Ya and Shen Cui each took one of his arms, facing off fiercely, neither willing to give in.

Chen Jianming was caught between the two girls, feeling both pain and pleasure.

Zhou Ya tugged at his sleeve, blinked her long eyelashes, and said softly, "Jianming, I just heard that thug say that he's the son of the steel mill manager. Will he cause you trouble? It's all my fault; I dressed too conspicuously and brought you this kind of trouble."

Shen Cui spat beside her, "Pah, you little green tea!"

Chen Jianming was also a little surprised. When did Zhou Ya learn to be a green tea bitch?

In his memory, Zhou Ya had always been very elegant and wouldn't do this kind of thing.

Indeed, jealousy can make a woman lose her mind.

He waved his hand dismissively, saying, "A piece of trash who thinks he's all that just because his family has a little money, dares to harass girls on the street. I don't even care about him."

If you dare to provoke him, he'll throw you into his spatial storage and feed you to tigers.

Shen Cui linked her arm with his and said with a grin, "Brother Jianming is really amazing."

The movie hadn't started yet, but people were coming and going in the theater, with people constantly walking in from outside.

Seeing him surrounded by two beautiful girls, they all looked on with envy.

As the audience gradually arrived, the group found a seat and prepared to sit down, but the two of them started arguing about where to sit.

Shen Cui clung tightly to Chen Jianming, refusing to let go: "I want to sit next to Brother Jianming?"

Zhou Ya, not to be outdone, grabbed his other arm and said, "No, I want to sit with him."

"I'll sit in the middle."

Chen Jianming looked helpless and could only let the two of them hold his arms and sit in the middle.

"Jianming, you should try this. These sunflower seeds are really delicious."

As soon as he sat down, Zhou Ya took out a bag of sunflower seeds from her body, peeled them, and fed them to him.

Seeing this, Shen Cui quickly checked herself as well, but found nothing. Her face contorted with anger, and she was furious.

Zhou Ya raised her eyebrows provocatively: "What, do you want some too?"

Shen Cui turned her head away angrily: "Who cares about your broken melon seeds?"

Zhou Ya, with a victorious expression, said, "Fine, I don't care anymore."

Before the two could continue bickering, the movie quickly began, and it turned out to be Chaplin's black-and-white silent film, "Modern Times."

The surrounding audience cracked sunflower seeds, watching Chaplin's comical and exaggerated performance on the screen, and bursts of laughter came from time to time.

It was a rare moment of relaxation for Chen Jianming, who watched the movie intently.

Charlie Chaplin was a master of comedy.

On the screen, the black and white images were simple and unpretentious. There was not a single line of dialogue, but the audience laughed just by the physical movements. Indeed, art knows no borders.

As Zhou Ya peeled sunflower seeds and stuffed them into his mouth, she looked up at his profile and happened to meet Shen Cui's gaze.

"What are you looking at?" Shen Cui glared at her, annoyed.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Originally, it was just her and Chen Jianming watching the movie, but who knew that the other party would interfere.

What made her even more jealous was that Zhou Ya's appearance was in no way inferior to hers.

"I can watch it if I want, it's none of your business!"

Zhou Ya playfully stuck out her tongue, a stark contrast to her usual aloof demeanor.

In the three-person room, only Chen Jianming was carefree, watching the movie without noticing the subtle rivalry between the two girls.

The movie, which lasted for more than an hour, flew by.

The audience members reluctantly rose from their seats, looking as if they wanted more.

"This movie is really good."

Chen Jianming savored the plot of the movie. In his previous life, he was very restless due to his frequent visits to wealthy women, so he hadn't watched many of these old movies.

Looking back now, it's clear that classics are indeed classics; their beauty needs no further explanation.

"Yes, it looks really good, especially with Jianming. It would be even better if there weren't any outsiders with them."

Shen Cui grabbed his arm, her eyes curving into crescents.

As he spoke, he gave Zhou Ya a provocative look.

Zhou Ya rolled her eyes and ignored her.

The group left the cinema with the crowd.

Looking at the sky, it was completely dark, and a cold wind was blowing. Pedestrians on the road wrapped their clothes tighter.

"Jianming, are you cold? Here, put this scarf on."

As Zhou Ya spoke, without waiting for the other party's consent, she took off the scarf around her neck and wrapped it around Chen Jianming's neck.

Shen Cui felt a pang of jealousy and gritted her teeth, almost driven mad with anger. She hadn't gotten any credit for herself today.

This girl is so clever! Who's the vixen here?

Chen Jianming, caught in the middle, dared not say much, fearing that the two would start arguing again.

He walked to the cinema entrance, pushed his bicycle over, and said, "Let's go, I'll take you home."

Zhou Ya offered, "Jianming, I'll give you a ride on my bike."

Shen Cui immediately looked displeased and raised an eyebrow: "Then what should I do?"

Zhou Ya said with a smile, "Do whatever you want!"

"..."

Faced with this situation, Chen Jianming had no idea how to deal with it. The more he tried to persuade them, the more they argued. The best thing to do was to remain silent.

In the end, just like when they arrived, Zhou Ya rode her bicycle with Shen Cui on the back, while Chen Jianming walked alongside them.

With the ladder to his side, he didn't feel tired walking, and no matter how fast Zhou Ya rode, he could maintain the same speed.

This was even with him holding back; otherwise, the two of them probably wouldn't have been able to catch up with him even on their bikes.

To prevent the two from arguing again, he thought for a moment and asked, "Zhou Ya, where do you live? I'll take you home first."

Zhou Ya glanced back at the back seat with a smug look before answering, "I live at No. 22 Heping Lane, Dongcheng."

Shen Cui was about to speak, but after thinking it over carefully, she realized that after seeing Zhou Ya off, she could spend more time with Jianming, so she immediately shut her mouth.

"Peace Lane, you live so close to me?"