This is all Han Chudong knows about the general background of the times.

This era is so far away from my previous life that it feels like it was from the last century... No, it was the last century.

That's why I wanted to go to the library, read more newspapers and magazines, and get a more comprehensive understanding of the United States in 1973.

I stuffed the six dollars into my pocket and walked down the stairs with difficulty using a cane. After leaving the small building, I looked back panting. It was a red building with a fire escape staircase. It looked relatively new and had tiled walls.

I thought my "home" was in Chinatown in Los Angeles, but when I actually went out I realized it was not. It was still some distance away from the Chinatown with the "天下为公" archway, about two kilometers away.

In the 1970s, the living environment in the old Chinatown area was too bad, with a mixed crowd, most of whom lived at the bottom of the society in Los Angeles. As a result, families with a little money could not wait to move out, and the first thing they did after getting money was to change houses.

The same is true for the Han family. This neighborhood has more white people and even more Asians. It is not far from the police station where his strange father works and the public elementary school where his strange mother works.

What you see.

Bell-bottom pants, classic cars, young people with exaggerated hairstyles, and some of them even holding huge radios in their hands.

Seeing these, Han Chudong couldn't help laughing, mainly because it was too different from what he remembered and he couldn't accept it for a while, as if he was watching an old movie.

The California Institute of Technology, where I stayed for several years, is located in Pasadena, a suburb northeast of Los Angeles. His ability is unquestionable as he was able to obtain a Ph.D. from that school.

Han Chudong comes to Los Angeles every now and then, so he is no stranger to this city.

In other words, although I was familiar with Los Angeles in the 21st century, it now seems awkward and something is wrong.

Limping on crutches.

The temperature in Los Angeles was still very high in early September. At noon, the sun was high above my head. When I bought water, I asked passers-by where the library was. There was no language barrier.

Following the direction pointed by the black man, we continued walking forward while drinking Coke. Speaking of Coke, last year this company actually opened a factory in the Soviet Union and successfully exchanged it for a large amount of vodka. No one wanted rubles, so they had to exchange it for Coke.

If he hadn't seen it on TV, he really wouldn't have known that this incident had happened, just like he didn't know that the death of kung fu superstar Bruce Lee would cause such a sensation in the United States.

It’s been on the news recently, family members talk about it often, and it even made the front page of the Los Angeles Times.

It can be said that the improvement in the status of Chinese Americans is due to this Hollywood superstar, who has successfully changed people's impression of Chinese people. At this moment, people can still see flowers and photos spontaneously placed for him on the roadside, and some flowers are secretly taken away by children.

Han Chudong was wearing a floral shirt and denim shorts decorated with chains. Many people on the street were dressed similarly.

Hip-hop culture was popular, and the girls wore wavy hair, tight jeans, and large sunglasses, bearing the strong imprint of the times.

Han Chudong might have liked the previous ones, but he doesn’t like the new ones. They always give him the feeling of a suburban youth coming to the city. Unfortunately, his closet is full of these clothes and he can hardly find a normal one.

Judging from the attitude of the strange father, one can roughly guess what kind of stupid young man "himself" was in the past.

Those things don’t matter. As long as you are healthy and not charged with a crime, you should be thankful.

It took some time to get to the library.

Han Chudong found a lot of information and put it on the table and looked through it. He was like a sponge, madly learning everything related to this era.

From the global situation, to the trends in the United States, to each state and city, when he realized that the famous "Watergate Scandal" had just happened last year, his face couldn't help but become strange, as if it was something that happened a long, long time ago.

It takes some time to adapt to huge changes, and more than half a month is far from enough.

No one in the library was playing with their cell phones, because there were no cell phones in that era, and there were no other things either. In the distance, there was even a clerk taking notes on a typewriter.

This made Han Chudong suddenly realize that he could make great achievements in the 1970s and put a lot of knowledge in his head to good use!

Who doesn’t want to get rich? He once dreamed of starting a business, but unfortunately he graduated too late and all the good businesses were taken by the pioneers.

Today, the two Mas are still little kids. Zuckerberg is not yet born, Jobs is working to earn money, Gates has just entered Harvard, and Warren Buffett is just a little famous...

The more he thought about it, the brighter his eyes became. If he couldn't make money, he would rather die by banging his head against a telephone pole!

My heart was pounding, but I finally realized that going back to this era wasn't all bad. I didn't leave the library until it closed. On the way home, I felt the five-dollar bill and a few coins in my pocket, and finally I calmed down.

Opportunities are reserved for the rich, so you must save some money first.

Thinking of their "parents", combined with their previous bad impression, even if it was their own son, it would be difficult to get start-up capital from them. They would guard against it like a thief in the house.

It is even more impossible to get a loan from a bank. There is nothing to use as collateral, and those banks are not charities. No one will agree to lend money.

There were too many thoughts in my head, and I couldn't sort out my thoughts for a while. I kept my head down and walked forward, telling myself not to worry.

He walked slowly past several girls of Chinese descent. One of the girls with a round face thought he would say hello to her, but she didn't expect Han Chudong to just walk past her without even looking at her.

She got angry for no apparent reason, glared at him, put her hands on her hips and shouted, "Han! You're pretending not to know me after we just graduated!?"

A girl next to him also said: "Yeah, you were so passionate about pursuing Xiaojing before, how come you suddenly stopped? If you work harder, maybe you will have a chance!"

"Bullshit chance!" the round-faced girl interrupted her instantly.

Han Chudong raised his head and looked at them blankly, especially the one who had been pursued by "himself". He instantly doubted not only her aesthetic sense in dressing, but also her taste in choosing girls. She was really not his type.

I rekindled my hope for life and said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "I'm crippled now. I couldn't afford you before, and now I'm even less worthy of you. Forget it, forget it!"

After saying this, he immediately continued walking forward, even quickening his pace.

He was afraid that the girl would change her mind and suddenly fall in love with him, which would cause him a lot of trouble.

They were left standing there, staring at each other, curious as to how this guy could just let go after clinging to them for two or three months.

One of them even looked envious and said, "It's better to forget each other than to support each other. It seems that he really likes you."

The round-faced girl blushed with embarrassment and replied, "You must have read too much to become stupid."

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Pretending to be casual, he looked at Han Chudong who disappeared in a flash, and wondered if he should be nicer in the future.

Is there any follow-up?

Of course not. He believed in love at first sight. If he didn't feel anything, then he didn't feel anything. Otherwise, he wouldn't be enduring the pain in his legs and running away hurriedly with a cane...

I have come up with the idea of ​​starting a business, but after much thought, I haven’t come up with a low-cost, high-return project yet.

This kind of thing cannot be rushed and must be planned slowly. In his previous life, he majored in electrical engineering and also has considerable theoretical experience in computer engineering.

Rather than developing something on your own, considering the reality that your pockets are cleaner than your face, the best thing to do right now is to improve existing technologies. Knowledge can be exchanged for money.

The first thing he dismantled was the radio, a very large one. After figuring out some tricks, he wrote and drew on it, but was not in a hurry to reassemble it. He then dismantled his own TV.

This is an ordinary transistor color TV made by Sony of Japan. After seeing the 100-inch laser TV, looking at this TV feels like my eyes will go blind. I took it apart bit by bit and arranged the various components in different categories to avoid problems in assembling them later.

This "ancient" technology successfully stumped Han Chudong. He could write papers on CPU structural design and assisted NASA in designing a new toilet for the International Space Station. However, he felt humiliated by these antiques and had no place to use his energy. He suddenly thought that it might be easier to design a new one.

Han Chudong was not familiar with many of the parts of the televisions produced in 1968, and he had to guess for a long time even what functions they performed.

But it wasn't completely without gain. He recognized some of the components and knew how to improve them. He was thinking that if he helped those TV manufacturers upgrade their products, he might be able to earn some money.

She was so focused that she didn't hear the door open. Han Chudong forgot what kind of family she lived in. Her grandparents seemed to be the kind of elders who would dote on her child, while her biological parents liked "mixed doubles" and were probably heartbroken by her disappointing son.

Although he became Han Chudong, he still felt it was better to make a clear distinction. Apart from this nice name and good looks and figure, he seemed to have not inherited any benefits, only a pitiful family status.

His father, Han Yuesong, who had been very happy upon hearing the news of a salary increase, now stood in a daze at the door. Looking at the radio that had been dismantled into a pile on the dining table and the TV on the floor of the living room, he became so angry that he trembled on the spot.

Maybe you can tolerate a son who just eats and waits for death and does not work, but you cannot tolerate such a son who is a spendthrift.

He took a few deep breaths and slowly pulled out a feather duster.

Don't ask why every strict father likes to keep a feather duster at home. Just like the porcelain basin for lard in the future, the styles and patterns are surprisingly similar. It seems more like an instinct learned from the elders.

Sitting on the ground, Han Chudong just realized that he was shrouded in a shadow. Before he could raise his head, he was beaten violently.

His cheap father was beating and cursing: "It's only been a few days since you were normal, and you're going crazy again! I'll let you tear it down! I'll let you tear down my house! I spent $99 on this radio!"

A word "Fuck!" came out of his mouth, the former is the fourth tone, and the latter is a light tone.

Originally it was a catchphrase to express being startled, but to Old Man Han it did not mean that, so he hit his son even harder without caring whether he was injured or not.

Completely furious, this time Father Han changed his tone, saying every time he whipped him: "You still dare to scold me, right!"

…

It's bad luck.

It’s all because that guy pushed his father too hard in the past, so that this father is always on the verge of anger.

I was naughty and didn't study since I was a child, and I really deserved a beating. After my mindset changed to what it is now, I also tasted the beating of a feather duster.

But what can we do?

I can't say that I am no longer the Han Chudong of the past...