"I'm sorry, Miss Ji Nianqin, someone has already taken out a loan based on your identity."
"What? Don't you bank care? It's not me, it's really not me. Please help me get my money back quickly. Am I going to become a deadbeat?"
"Ms. Ji Nianqin, I'm truly sorry. We've conducted an investigation into what you've said, and no one has impersonated you. Please come here in person to handle this."
"Me? Impossible, impossible, isn't this a joke?"
"This is not a joke, Miss Ji Nianqin. You may have taken out too many loans and forgot about it. There are surveillance cameras here, and there are corresponding recordings."
"What do you mean? Oh my god, is this really me? It's me, it's me, it's me."
"Yes, I noticed it too. It's you."
Many ancient soldiers were also puzzled like Ji Nianqin, tilting their heads from time to time.
"I'm right, right?"
Ji Nianqin looked astonished, as if she thought that someone came to do this while she was sleepwalking.
Then, she went to the street and looked at the cars and people coming and going, but no one told her the real answer: who was that girl?
"Ms. Ji Nianqin, there is indeed a problem. Sorry, I made a mistake just now. Her name is not Ji Nianqin. She is registered in the bank system as a screenwriter."
"Writer? What play?"
Just as Ji Nianqin was waiting for an answer, she saw a car speeding past her and almost crashing into the bank.
"That car outside is a luxury car, but to keep a low profile, they actually changed the brand of a cheap car. Modern people really know how to have fun."
"No way, pinch me and I'll see if I'm dreaming. Why is there someone exactly like me? The prince also has one, and the lawyer looks just like him. Is it possible that people in ancient times have corresponding people in modern times? Is this her past life or something like that?"
"Ji Nianqin, I get goosebumps listening to you."
"Shouldn't be possible, then why doesn't anyone imitate us?"
"We are too low-end. Perhaps, we have no descendants at all."
As they spoke, something unusual appeared on the faces of the ancient soldiers.
"No, no, I was just saying it casually, but you guys were pinching me too hard."
Ji Nianqin's body suddenly felt blue and purple.
"Oh my god! It hurts! I wasn't dreaming."
Within five minutes, the ancient soldiers also began to scramble to have Ji Nianqin pinch their arms.
"Look outside! Those migrant workers look so much like us! It turns out we're building skyscrapers in modern times."
"I need to go out and see why they still have the hammer. I'm really worried that it might hurt me. I have to go help them."
"I'm going too. Who doesn't want to make a name for themselves? One day, I can make a name for myself working on a construction site. Now when I think about it, the house we live in was built by us with our own hands, and I feel a strong sense of pride. The key is that we didn't cut corners at all. Look at the modern skyscrapers, which one wasn't built by migrant workers?"
"Oh my God, look at this..."
The ancient soldiers had no idea what new world they had discovered and ran away one after another. Just as Ji Nianqin was about to go over, she was stopped by the bank teller.
"Ms. Ji Nianqin, the person who looks very similar to you is Ms. Chai Dai's screenwriter. I'm sorry, there was an error in the verification just now. You can come back and apply for a loan again."
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