As a member of the working class, Lin Jingyu, a cargo registrar at a port, transmigrated to the early 1970s during her lunch break.
She unexpectedly discovered that she had entered a chronicl...
The old leader's tone was not one of inquiry, but of affirmation.
Two little girls can't possibly outsmart three old people.
Moreover, Yang Shujue has already exposed such a huge flaw.
Yes, yes.
Yang Shujue had no choice but to nod in agreement.
With a pained expression, she knew she was in trouble.
"We probably haven't met before."
The old leader smiled and said in a gentle tone, "I don't know how you came to know me."
"It's me who knows you."
Yang Shujue knew she had dragged Lin Jingyu into this mess.
I have to explain, "Jingyu has definitely never met you. It's absurd to say that I have met you, but it's an undeniable fact."
"Oh, tell me about it."
The old leader became interested and said, "Let's see what kind of absurd method this is."
Grandpa Qingfeng and Grandpa Wu also looked at Yang Shujue.
To be honest, when they looked at their information a couple of days ago, they noticed that Yang Shujue's information was a bit problematic and unusual.
This girl sells things on the black market year-round.
The items she took out weren't particularly special, but they were incredibly diverse; there was nothing she couldn't produce, only things you couldn't imagine.
Most importantly, the vast majority of the things she brought out had no provenance.
Although Lin Jingyu had a convoy, Zhang's son also brought some supplies to Chunnan County.
These were eventually sent to the black market by the Wen family's son.
It can be said that Yang Shujue's work has absolutely no source.
That's why the three elderly people had some doubts about her.
The most important person they mentioned meeting this time was her.
None of the three elders expected that this girl would reveal such a big problem as soon as they met.
Yang Shujue looked at him cautiously and said softly, "I... I said I saw you in a dream, would you believe me?"
"In a dream?"
The old leader was stunned for a moment.
He looked towards Grandpa Qingfeng.
Grandpa Qingfeng frowned and said, "You mean a dream of wealth and glory? Or perhaps Zhuangzi's dream of a butterfly?"