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As if struck by an electric current, Wang Hu suddenly sat up in bed, his eyes revealing confusion and unease. He anxiously looked around.
Six bunk beds were neatly arranged, next to a worn-out desk. Snoring filled the room, and the ceiling fan above slowly turned.
Faced with this familiar yet unfamiliar environment, an unbelievable thought surged in Wang Hu's mind: "Could I really have been reborn?"
This is clearly his factory dormitory from when he worked in Ningbo. Normally, he should be on the night shift, but it's sunny outside now; if it were the day shift, he should be at his work station.
Wang Hu quickly put on his clothes, went to the balcony, took out his phone and looked at the time: November 13, 2011, 12:52. The sunlight gently shone on his face, bringing a touch of warmth.
He stared intently at his phone, his thoughts flooding back. This phone was his "trophy" from his first year of working, and it had been with him for almost two years. Although it was just an ordinary keypad phone, it held countless memories.
He gently stroked the deep marks he had made on his phone, a sense of helplessness and a bitter smile welling up inside him. These marks bore witness to countless nights he had spent engrossed in the world of novels.
Every day after get off work, he had two choices: either read novels at an internet cafe or read novels on his phone. He even went to internet cafes just to read novels, not to play games. Wang Hu himself found it a bit strange, and now, looking back, he even admires his past self.
Wang Hu carefully put his phone in his pocket, hung up his keys, and checked his wallet, which contained a few hundred yuan. "That should be enough," he thought. After all, prices weren't high these days; a bowl of fried noodles cost only 5 yuan, a pack of Baisha cigarettes was 10 yuan, and internet access was 2 yuan an hour.
Wang Hu walked out of the dormitory and confirmed that the room number was 605 on the 6th floor. After all, he had just been reborn, and this place was from more than ten years ago. It would be troublesome if he couldn't find his way back after going out.
The electronics factory where he worked was one of the larger ones in Ningbo, located in the Ningbo Export Processing Zone, and the dormitory was relatively clean. He walked from the corridor to the elevator and saw several people waiting for the elevator. As soon as the elevator doors opened, Wang Hu followed them inside.
After exiting the elevator, Wang Hu bought a pack of cigarettes. Although he didn't smoke, he was both excited and confused at the moment and felt he needed a cigarette to calm down and think about his next plan.
With a cigarette dangling from his lips, Wang Hu looked at the towering dormitory buildings on both sides. The dormitory buildings in Ningbo were very tall, each with more than ten floors, even taller than the residential areas in his hometown county.
Fuchun Community in Beilun District, Ningbo City, was established in August 2015. Located in the northwest of Daqi Subdistrict, Beilun District, it covers an area of approximately 0.8 square kilometers. It is a concentrated residential area for migrant workers, with a permanent floating population of approximately [number missing].
Although Fuchun Community has not yet been officially established, it is already quite prosperous. Wang Hu is heading to Fuchun Square, a commercial area.
Wang Hu slowly walked towards the east gate of the dormitory area, outside which was Fuchun Square. Because there were many factory dormitories here, the commercial area was quite large.
He walked into a noodle shop and loudly ordered, "Boss, a bowl of scallion oil noodles, please!" The scallion oil noodles here were very famous, unlike any other place. Later, when Wang Hu left this place and passed through Ningbo again, the shop was no longer there. So the first thing he did after his rebirth was to have a bowl of scallion oil noodles.
"Alright, one serving of scallion oil noodles!" The noodles were ready in less than five minutes. A serving of scallion oil noodles contains green peppers, tomatoes, and beef, and it tastes very delicious.
Wang Hu wanted to look up some information, so he looked around and found an internet cafe.
As Wang Hu entered the internet cafe, his gaze was unconsciously drawn to the beautiful female manager at the front desk. She was tall, with long, flowing hair, fair skin, and bright, captivating eyes. Wang Hu couldn't help but fantasize about how wonderful it would be to have a beautiful encounter with such a woman.
"Go online." Wang Hu handed his ID card to the beautiful internet cafe manager.
"How much do you want to top up?" The beautiful internet cafe manager's voice was clear and pleasant.
"I'll top up 50," Wang Hu replied, since he didn't have much money and might need it later.
Wang Hu quickly went into the private room and sat down, still savoring the image of the beautiful internet cafe manager from earlier.
When you're young, you can sometimes be out of control.
He looked down and saw that he still had abs. He was usually very energetic, so he loved exercising.
He rubbed his shoulders, stood up, and lifted the sofa to test it. "I'm so much stronger than I was in my previous life!" Wang Hu was overjoyed.
"I seem to be taller than in my previous life. I was only 1.74 meters tall in my previous life, but now I'm probably 1.8 meters tall! This must be one of the perks of being reborn! I like it very much."
Wang Hu thought for a moment and realized he only had a few hundred yuan in his wallet, so he decided to put the woman's matter aside for the time being.
"We need to figure out how to make money first!"
He opened Baidu and searched for the dungeon gold coin dungeon bug. "Wow, it's fixed!"
Wang Hu remembered reading a novel with this plot in his past life; it seems that God doesn't want him to get rich.
Wang Hu recalled a novel he read in his previous life where someone got rich by buying lottery tickets.
"But I don't watch football!"
He searched for Taobao shops and exclaimed, "Holy crap, the deposit is two thousand yuan?" In his past life, he had read novels about people getting rich by selling sexy lingerie. Wang Hu also wanted to open a Taobao shop, thinking he could make money no matter what he sold. At that time, Taobao was experiencing rapid growth and was providing great support to merchants.
"We don't have enough money!" Wang Hu sighed helplessly.
Then he searched for Bitcoin. It wasn't expensive at the moment, but it wasn't cheap either, about $2 per coin, which is about 14 yuan!
"I'm going to get rich!" Wang Hu calculated his money and figured he could buy several hundred of them.
But then I thought, this is a long-term solution; it won't reach $20,000 until 2017! Now I can't buy it even if I wanted to; this thing can only be bought with US dollars. I should probably go to the bank and exchange some dollars when I have time.
Wang Hu pondered for a moment. It seemed he still had to work first to accumulate initial capital. "Right, initial capital accumulation, you can borrow it!" Wang Hu recalled a scene from the TV series "Blossoms" he had watched in his previous life.
After much deliberation, Wang Hu still felt the idea was unreliable. These days, who would easily lend money to others? Everyone here is just a poor migrant worker. He smoked a cigarette, lost in thought. Originally, he planned to quit his job, venture out into the world, and build a great career.
"I'll just keep working at the factory for now!" Wang Hu muttered to himself.
Suddenly, a strong urge to urinate struck him, and he rushed to the bathroom.
"Wow, that's huge!" Wang Hu's voice came from the toilet.
After using the restroom, Wang Hu prepared to wash his hands. He stared at himself in the mirror; his face was indeed handsome, but his hairstyle was somewhat messy, making him look a little sloppy.
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